‘Oh, we do like that, don’t we?’
Already on the verge of coming, I just about manage to answer.
‘Yes. But how are you going to …’
‘Fuck you?’ he intervenes, raising my hands again. ‘That comes later.’ He lets go, releasing the pressure against my clit.
Feeling dizzy, I struggle to steady my lungs.
‘Now,’ he goes on, completely business-like. ‘I like to take the standard crotch rope and add a little twist.’
Without warning, he lifts me in his arms, carries me back to the bed and lays me on the sheets. I lie immobile with my hands on my stomach. But I can’t resist for long. Moving them toward my chin, I feel the knot tighten again. A spasm shoots through my groin.
‘Ah, ah. Naughty.’
He waves a finger at me, taking a moment to admire his handiwork before he retrieves the final length of rope.
‘Where’s that going?’
‘You’ll find out.’
He throws it onto the bed, pulls off his T-shirt and drops it to the floor. Ignoring the scar, I focus on the rest of his torso, marvelling at the power of his muscles, tingling with excitement at the dark look in his eyes.
‘It’s a little hot in here,’ he comments. ‘I need to get comfortable.’
Resisting the urge to pull at the damn rope, I take in one deep breath after another as he sets about unfastening his jeans, easing them down and stepping out of them. Slowly, the underpants follow suit. Totally naked, he stands up straight, showing off his cock.
‘That’s better,’ he announces.
Climbing back onto the bed, he lies next to me, drawing his fingers across my chest and circling my nipples, watching my face for every reaction. And he must like what he sees, because he’s smiling now.
‘So, your hands are here.’ He presses them against my stomach. ‘And here they’ll stay. If they stray further north, then this happens.’ Taking hold of my bound wrists, he moves them upwards, slightly. The knot rubs against my clit, causing another spike of pleasure. ‘And once I’ve got you worked up, Maya, that’s only going to get worse.’
A warning, eh? So, he thinks I can’t take it. Well, in the unlikely event that I can’t, I’ve already worked out the escape route.
‘So, I’ll move my hands south.’
‘Not if I do this.’ He picks up the final length of rope and dangles it above my stomach, skimming it across my skin. ‘Now, this is where you really have to trust me.’
‘Why?’
‘Because I’m going to tie it around your neck.’
The world slams to a halt. Excuse me? Around my neck. Have I really just heard what I thought I heard?
‘You’re not strangling me.’
‘Wouldn’t dream of it.’ He laughs. ‘I’m not into asphyxiation. I’m just limiting your choices. And if you don’t want to try it, we don’t go there.’
He tips his head to one side, waiting for my answer. And I can’t help myself. After all, I crossed to the dark side a long time ago. I’m a kinky weirdo now, and there’s simply no turning back.
‘I want to try it.’
He nods.
‘If you start to panic, tell me straight away. I’ll take it off.’
Getting to his knees, he leans over me, encouraging my head up. Taking his time, making sure everything’s perfect, he wraps the rope around my neck, tying it beneath my chin with a knot I can’t see. Finally, he takes the other end, attaching it to a loop at my wrists. Evidently satisfied, he sits back on his haunches.
‘Now,’ he says. ‘How does that feel?’
‘Absolutely fine, thank you very much.’
‘Don’t try to get one over on me. It’s not a battle of wits. You’re in my hands. I want you to feel safe.’
I gaze at him defiantly. ‘And I do.’
‘Good. Now, this is what happens if you go south.’
He nudges my hands towards my crotch. The rope tightens around my throat, just a little. It’s slightly uncomfortable, but I can still breathe.
‘See what I mean?’ he asks, releasing the pressure.
‘Oh.’
‘You don’t want to do that, do you?’
‘Not really.’
‘So, there’s only one way to go.’
Up.
‘You’re a devious bastard.’
‘You’re too kind. Blindfold?’
I shake my head. ‘I want to see you.’
He leans down, sealing his lips around my right nipple, sucking lightly at first. A flurry of tingles flutter through my breast, travelling quickly down to my crotch. Automatically, my hands rise and the rope tightens, rubbing deliciously against my clit. I let off a moan. And, oh Lord, despite all my bluster, it’s completely obvious. There’s no way I’m going to get through this in one piece. Releasing my nipple, he gives me a mischievous smile before moving to my left breast. Latching on, he repeats the process. Again, my hands move involuntarily, tightening the rope and rubbing the knot against the bundle of nerves, sending me into a whirl of lust.
‘Oh God.’
‘Stay still.’
‘I can’t.’
‘Your problem.’
I return my hands to my stomach, determined to leave them there for the time being. I won’t last long if I don’t. But then he runs his mouth between my breasts, licking here, skimming his lips across my skin there, setting light to a thousand sparks. And now I just want to touch him. Without thinking, I raise my hands again. The knot presses against me. Shimmers of electricity erupt from my clitoris, reverberate across the walls of my vagina, and threaten to cause an implosion.
‘Shit.’ I lower my hands, too far.
The rope tightens around my neck. And that’s not the way to go. I move my hands back into neutral, just above my belly button, and at the same time, he adjusts his position, trailing the heat of his breath across my stomach, down to my hips. Moving further, he works at my
