I pout, feeling a little defeated as I glance down at them. “I didn’t want them to hurt you.” Her breath catches and I look up to see tears spring to her eyes. I reach for her, my hand brushing her cheek. “Tess, what—”
But she shakes her head, moving away from my hand with a soft laugh. “Nope, I’m fine. Ryan, you’re so sweet.” She pulls me in, one hand brushing over mine on the cuffs as she cups the back of my neck with the other and pulls me down for a kiss. “You’re so good to me,” she whispers against my lips. “Good for me.”
I smile, heart racing as she lets her walls down.
“I want you to fuck me,” she commands. “Put those pink cuffs on me and tear me apart.”
I pull away, glancing from her to the bag. “I—there’s more,” I admit.
She snatches up the bag, the plastic rustling as she pulls out a looped length of simple black rope. “Ohmygod, what the fuck are you gonna do with this?” she whispers, gazing up at me.
I shrug, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I thought…maybe I might, like, loop it through the cuffs…and then loop it through the eye hook on the bed frame to sort of...tie you down…or something like that,” I finish lamely.
Exactly like that. I want to tie her down. Don’t make me explain why, but my dick is literally ready to explode at the very idea. Looking at her holding the rope? I’m already dead.
“What eye hook?” she says, glancing over her shoulder.
I huff. “Babe, I’m pretty sure this is a sex bed.”
“What?” she cries, her gaze darting back to me.
“Yeah, there are eye hooks all along the base for tying someone up. You never noticed?”
“Ohmygod,” she shrieks again. Tossing the rope down onto the bed, she scrambles over to the side and drops down, bare ass in the air, inspecting the thick wooden frame of the bed. “Are you kidding me?” comes her muffled cry. “How did you find these?”
“I dropped my phone the other night while we were watching TV in here,” I reply. “Had to sorta crawl under to get it. Remember?”
“And you didn’t say anything then?” she cries. “Ohmygod, the hooks go all the way around!”
I stifle a laugh. “You really didn’t know you were sleeping in Mars Price’s rope sex bed?”
She sits upright, her curls a mess as she flops down onto her butt. “Those kinky fuckers. Rachel has never said a word about rope play!”
My eyes go wide. “Wait—you talk to her about that stuff? Like, you talk to her about sex? Will you talk to her about this?”
She laughs. “This part, yeah. I won’t rest until I throw Mars’s rope bunny sex bed in her face the next time I see her.”
“Hey, babe?” I pick up the rope off the end of the bed.
She glances back at me. “Yeah?”
“Can we stop talking about them now?”
She smiles and nods.
“Good, ‘cause I really wanna fuck you in this rope sex bed. Is that cool with you?”
She giggles, her cheeks flushing a brighter pink as she crawls over to me, her arms wrapping around my shoulders. “It’s so cool with me,” she teases. “I want you, Ryan.” She kisses me with those pouty lips, playful and light, even as her words are anything but. “I want you to fuck me.” Kiss. “Take my ass and bury your cock in me.” Kiss. “And tie me up, Daddy. Stretch me out—”
“I don’t like Daddy,” I say, leaning away with a frown.
She grins, dropping her hand to cup my hard erection. “Can I call you ‘sir’ again? Or maybe master? My lord?”
I raise a brow at her, still frowning. “I’m not into role play where I’m a knight and you’re a princess in a tower. So, you can drop the ‘my lord’ crap.”
“Sir it is then,” she replies, her hand still smoothing up and down my hard dick over my pants. “Take me, sir. Tie me up and fuck me. Fill my ass with your cum.”
“Are you gonna be my good girl?” My free hand smooths down her arm to grip her wrist. “Will you do as you’re told?”
She nods, biting that bottom lip. “Yes, sir. I’ll do anything you say.”
I groan. Her submission hits like a jolt to the dick. “Fuck, you are so much trouble.”
She leans forward, licking my nipple with a flick of her tongue. I gasp, jerking back and she just laughs, the sound soft and sweet. Gripping her wrist, I lift the furry pink cuff and latch it on, clicking it shut.
“Is it weird that I’m nervous,” she admits, her gaze earnest as she looks up at me. “I can’t remember the last time I felt nervous during sex.”
I gently lift her other wrist, closing the cuff around it. Then I lean down and kiss her lips. “Pick a safe word.”
She smiles, looking up at me, her hands bound by the pink, fuzzy cuffs. “A safe word?”
I nod. “Say it, and everything stops.”
She thinks for a moment, her smile spreading. “Hmm…Bowser,” she says at last.
I laugh. “Fuck, seriously? Your safe word for handcuffed, tied down anal sex is gonna be Bowser?”
She laughs too. “Yours is still Yoshi, right? I just want us to match.”
“Fine,” I say, giving her ass a swat. “Go pick your favorite dildo and bring it to me.”
She slips off the bed, a bounce in her step as she reaches for her bag of tricks and pulls out a bright pink dildo. “It matches the cuffs,” she teases, handing it to me.
I kiss her again, tossing it down to the bed. I pick up the rope instead, unwinding the end. “Do you trust me, Tess?”
She glances up at me, eyes wide. Slowly, she nods, her smile spreading.
I smile too. “Gimme your hands.”
She holds them out, looking up at me with such earnest excitement.
I slip the rope through the middle ring of the cuffs and loop it through, handing her the small coil. “Get on the bed,” I command, “Lie on your back, hands above your head.”
“Yes, sir,” she says, tipping up on her toes to kiss my chin. Then she’s turning around and dropping onto the bed, crawling up to the head with her round ass in my face. Once she reaches the middle, she flips to her back, stretching out like a cat with her arms above her head, the furry cuffs holding her wrists together.
She peers down her body at me, parting her legs again.
I don’t even bother shucking my pants. I’m not ready for that yet. I just step around the side of the bed, bending over her to kiss her lips as I take the rope from her hands. I have to climb on with one knee, taking the double loop of rope and pulling it through the eye hook drilled into the middle of the frame. Feeding the rope ends through, I pull them tight, giving her arms a little stretch that has her gasping, back arching. “Too much?”
“Not enough,” she replies, her voice breathless.
I leave the rope tied off, keeping her arms in place, as I crawl onto the bed, moving myself in between her spread legs. She shifts her hips wide, opening herself to me, her head tipped back as she waits for the moment we connect.
Her pink pussy lips are parted, glistening with her arousal. A little lower, I see the darker pink of her asshole. I groan, desperate for this view once I’m filling both her holes. But I know I won’t get it. I have to appreciate it now.
I drop down to my elbows and seal my mouth onto her pussy. That first taste has me feeling out of control. I work her with my lips and tongue, humming against her clit, winding her up, flicking that little bud until she’s squirming underneath me.
“Oh god,” she cries, her legs clasping around my head. The handcuffs rattle as she changes her position, gripping the rope.
I smooth my hands down her thighs, willing her body to relax as I keep eating her out. I let my fingers play too, getting them wet by dipping them in her entrance. With my mouth sucking her clit, I trail a finger down, circling the rosy bud of her asshole. She tenses again, panting as I rim her with my finger, pressing the tip gently in.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers. “That feels amazing. I’m gonna—”
I lift my mouth away, blowing air on her clit through pursed lips. She shivers, moaning as her legs fall open. I sink my finger in deeper, stretching her out. “You like this?” I drop my mouth lower to tease her pussy. I flick with my tongue, sinking it into the wet heat of her opening, my finger pressing deeper into her ass.
“Yes,” she cries, her hips moving against my mouth.
“Yes, what?” I tease.