“Jamie?” She says my name as if it’s a warning. “Jamie, don’t even think about using eyebrow tweezers on my sensitive areas.” She blushes a little. “I should have just let you eat me, shouldn’t I?”
I give her a slow, sadistic nod. “Yes, ma’am. Yes, you really should.” I climb up onto the bed, still hiding the contents of my left hand. “On your stomach,” I command. “Better do it right away, or you’re gonna make things even worse.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Then we go back to sleep.”
“That doesn’t sound like it would be too dire a consequence.”
“Maybe not. But I won’t fuck you for a month. That will be even worse than what I have planned for you now. I’ll tease the living shit out of you, I’ll get you so close to coming every single day for thirty-one days, and as soon as you’re about to tumble over the edge…I’ll suddenly remember I have somewhere else I need to be.”
Sophia’s mouth falls open. She looks horrified. “You wouldn’t. That’s just cruel.”
“On. Your. Front.”
“Fine. Have it your way,” she says, pouting. “But just so you know, I’m not going to enjoy this on principle.”
She will. She really will. She won’t be able to deny herself. She rolls onto her front, falling limp like a ragdoll, sulking in the most comical way. I’m smirking on the inside, but on the outside I imagine my expression is pretty severe. This is going to be an experience she won’t be forgetting any time soon.
“Spread your legs,” I tell her.
She does as I ask, opening her legs wide, and I’m tempted to duck down and bury my tongue in her pussy anyway. That would be cheating, though. I take hold of her ankles and pull them together instead, grabbing the end of the rope and quickly tying a honda knot with one hand, then threading the loop over both of her feet. Jerking it tight, I take her closest hand and guide it behind her back, until she’s almost able to touch her own ankles. Perfect.
“Are you about to hog tie me?” Sophia asks.
“Perhaps.”
She tenses a little. “I don’t know how I feel about that.”
I sit back on my haunches, stopping what I’m doing. “Take a moment to decide then.” I want her to be thrilled right now. I want her to be filled with adrenalin. I want her heart to be racing. But I sure as hell don’t want her to be fucking frightened in any way, shape or form. I would never do anything against her will. If she tells me no, she’ll be too freaked out to do this, then I’ll untie her and let her go immediately, no two ways about it. I’m not that kind of guy.
A moment passes where Sophia considers her options. After a full minute of silence, she reaches behind her with her other hand, offering it to me, so they’re both resting in the small of her back. “Do it,” she whispers. “I want to know what it’s like. Show me.”
I tie her quickly and efficiently, until her wrists and her ankles are bound together, finishing the job in a matter of seconds. Sophia strains at the ropes, testing them, trying to see if she can escape them. I tied the knots, though. No way they’re coming loose until I untie them again.
“You’re going to beg,” I tell her. “You’re going to scream. I’m only going to stop what I’m doing if you say Kansas, though, Sophia. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Say it. Say it, so you’ll remember.”
Sophia twists on the bed, making soft whimpering sounds. “Kansas,” she says breathlessly.
“Good girl.” I dive right in. I don’t give her time to overthink anything or worry about what I’m going to do to her. I pick her up—she weighs next to nothing after all—and I spin her over, holding her up by her waist. She gasps, her body bucking as she tries fruitlessly to maintain her balance, but she’s not going to be able to do that. She’s going to have to rely on me to keep her stable, and I’m only going to do that if she lets me have my way with her. I lay down on my back and I lower her on top of me, her feet and hands tied behind her back; her knees are the only part of her body that make contact with the mattress. She’s almost back in the same kneeling position she was in before, hovering over me. I hold onto her by the ankles, providing a stable platform for her to rest her weight.
“Fuck, Jamie. Fuck you,” Sophia pants. “You’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you?”
“Fuck yeah I am. I told you, sugar. I want you riding my face like it’s my goddamn cock.” I shift down in between her open legs, and she can’t buck or wriggle away. She has to stay very still or risk toppling sideways off the bed.