“Definitely cheating.” She leaned over his lap to draw the tip of his cock into her hot, wet mouth.
His back arched in bliss as she sucked him gently, and he stroked his shaft in rapid strokes. He’d be coming in seconds at this rate, and so far all she’d done was tie one leg. She released her suction with a little popping sound and covered his hand with hers to still its motion.
“That’s enough cheating.”
She reached for the black rope he’d been using to teach her and looped it around his wrist. With a bit of careful manipulation and his complete cooperation, she tied his hand—palm flat against his hip—so that the V formed between his thumb and forefinger was inches from his now-throbbing cock.
“This really makes me want to touch myself,” he murmured, taking his cock in his unbound hand.
She pinched his nipple, which sent a jolt of unexpected pleasure through his chest. “You’re cheating again.”
“If you’d stop being so fucking sexy, I might be able to control myself.”
“Well, that isn’t happening,” she said with a grin, “so I guess the ropes will have to keep you in line.”
She tied his free hand down on the other side of his cock. The tips of his thumbs were just touching above it, but no amount of stretching would allow him to grasp his dick in his fist. She stared down at her first work of bondage.
“That’s probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” she murmured, circling his cock with one hand. She lifted her chin and stared into his eyes as she stroked his length. His hands twitched, fingers curling as best they could in their helpless positions on either side of his arousal. He wanted nothing more than to cover her hands and make her jerk him off with the same firm tug that Owen used. Yeah, that was what he wanted right now, a strong grip yanking him quickly to orgasm. Dawn’s slow, gentle touch was driving him insane.
“Harder,” he said, his voice harsh and strained as he tried to twist his body with one leg tied, and attempted rather gracelessly to thrust into her hand.
“You need to give yourself over to me,” she said. “Allow me and the ropes to provide all of your pleasure.”
She was right, but he struggled with the idea of relinquishing control and wasn’t sure why. He’d struggled with giving up control the first several times Toshi had tied him, and those experiences hadn’t had the added sexual component. All the arousal Kellen had felt with the Shibari master had been in his head. Kellen’s homoerotic fantasies of Toshi tying him and making him entirely helpless so he could fuck him had never come to fruition because the Shibari master had never wanted him in a sexual capacity. Toshi would never have used bondage to force anyone into doing something they didn’t want. But if Kellen had been fantasizing about being forced, it wasn’t truly rape. Or was it? There was a fuzzy gray line there, but it didn’t matter because his teacher had never crossed it.
Kellen, however, had come dangerously close to crossing that line when he had Owen tied and at his mercy.
Kellen shook his head, rejecting mental images of his friend tied and helpless, reminding himself that he was now the one in that position. He needed to calm the fire within himself quickly and focus on the moment, not on past experiences left unfulfilled. A woman had never tied him before, and he planned to enjoy every minute of her experimentation.
If he could just manage to get out of his own head and his own way, he was sure the experience would be far more enjoyable and exciting than being dominated by a man. He wasn’t even attracted to men. Not usually.
Kellen closed his eyes and shut off his mind, concentrating on sensation instead of unattainable fantasies. Dawn’s gentle touch was beguilingly pleasurable. The ropes around his wrists and waist, shin and thigh, and especially the knot against his instep delighted his nerve endings. A moan escaped his throat as he stopped fighting and started feeling.
“That’s better,” Dawn murmured. Her breath warmed the head of his cock just before she took it into the satiny recesses of her mouth.
He couldn’t help but rub the foot of his unbound leg against the tangled sheets as she stroked and sucked him. It was the one appendage not at her mercy, the one part of him that he had some control over, that and his neck he realized as he tossed his head back and forth, some stupid part of him still fighting for control.
Without a word, Dawn released his cock, giving the opening at its tip a gentle probe with her tongue before reaching for another rope. She shifted position to work on his free leg, tying it the same way she’d tied the other one. He found his ankles tied together and his knees slightly bent, the angle supported by the suspending lengths of rope. If he pushed his knees closer together, he did have quite a bit of give in the ropes, but doing so tugged at his ankles painfully, so he went still and allowed the ropes to support him. He felt almost weightless. If not for the bed at his back, he could have been floating.
“Not bad at all for your first piece of work,” he said to Dawn.
She ignored his compliment and took a thin length of plastic twine into her hands. “I hope you’re feeling kinky,” she said with what he could only take as an evil grin.
For a moment, his trust faltered. He was helpless; she could do anything to him. But then he decided he was willing to take whatever she dished out, so he said, “Do your worst, baby.”
She tied several small knots in one end of the stretchy twine, each about an inch apart. When she finished, she pressed the end-most knot into the underside of the base of his cock. Stretching the knotted twine up the bottom of his shaft, she positioned each knot along the ridge there until she reached the rim of his head, and then she began to wrap his cock with twine to hold those devastating knots in place. Fascinated, he watched as his entire cock was encased within the stretchy black cord until nothing but the head was visible. The tightness of her handiwork had him gasping for air. And those knots? They felt so good, they almost hurt. When she reached the base of his cock with the coiling twine and secured it in place, she met his eyes.
“I hope you’re feeling exceptionally kinky,” she said.
Kinkier than having his cock encased in twine?
When she threaded three large beads onto the free end of her cord, he bit his lip. He’d bought those beads and the twine for her, but hadn’t gotten around to using them because he wanted his cock, rather than any object, inside her. He had a suspicion about where she was going to put those beads, but maybe he was giving her kink too much credit.
The cord tightened against his balls, separating them to either side of the soft and pliable twine. He gasped at the added sensation, paralyzed with pleasure; his thoughts scattered and were no longer coherent. He then felt something hard and smooth against his ass, and if he hadn’t been tied, he’d likely have sprung off the bed.
“Easy,” she said. “We haven’t gotten to the kinky part yet.”