Roping You In

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I almost second-guessed myself, finding myself in that large home improvement store all the way in the back corner, gazing at this row of varied degrees of rope and chain. I don't know what I was doing here. I don't even know if this is a good idea.

Sure, you and I, we had talked about this before, but I had insisted it just wasn't something I had been into. It would be hot, is what you had said. And this was the thought that was going through my head as I moved closer to those spools of varying degrees and diameters of rope and twine and chain.

When I finally had made up my mind, after using my fingers to feel, to finally try to make an educated guess, a determination on what would be the most suitable, I used the shears right above the spool, making my way with that single length to the register. I remember joking with the cashier about some kind of trees that I needed to tie up. I guess it was some sort of a guilty conscience working against me, wondering if I was the only person who came into the store for such, well, shall we say, left-of-center purchases.

I also recall leaving the store $4 poorer. And I recall twisting and tying that single length of rope up and placing it in my laptop bag neatly in the corner. I had almost forgot about it going back about my day, back to the office, back to the grind and doing my thing that evening, removing my laptop from its bag, observing that rope again, pulling it out, moving my fingers around it before shoving it right back.

The next afternoon, maybe two, three o'clock, a text message from you. I hadn't heard from you in a day or so. We caught up briefly and I remember accidentally hitting the photo button and taking a picture of my crotch, totally by accident.

Needless to say, I sent it to you and said, oopsie, no response. Five minutes later, my phone dings again. Can you be here at 530? When I got home, I quickly undressed and jumped in the shower, thinking to myself about you, about the purchase I had made the day before.

I remember the water steaming hot, soap all over my body. I remember being extra, extra attentive to soaping up my balls and my cock, feeling myself get slightly hard, thinking about what might happen when I got over to your place. I almost considered jerking myself off in the shower.

Maybe just the thought of that rope and that purchase was enough. No, no, no. I snapped right out of it.

Feeling the water completely cold, bringing me back to my senses. I quickly toweled off, put on some deodorant, found a nice polo shirt and some jeans, looked at myself in the mirror, almost exited my place before remembering I better take my laptop back just in case. It didn't even cross my mind that something else was in that bag, but I was more concerned with the laptop.

And when I arrived at your place, as per usual, the door was unlocked. I knocked once and waited momentarily, no answer. That wasn't unusual, this was par for the course.

I turned the knob, the door opened effortlessly. As I stepped through the front door, I yelled your name, no answer. I shut the door hard, hard enough so you could hear it before locking it behind me, again calling your name.

I know you like to play this little game of hide and seek with me. What you didn't know is it kind of spooked me. I didn't like jump scares and surprises like that, but I guess it is what it is.

I kicked off my shoes, peered into the kitchen, looked around, walked down the hallway. Your bedroom. And there you were.

You were lying on your back, completely nude. There was a glass of wine on the nightstand, very cliche, I might add. You have one knee raised up, holding your legs together, a smile on your face.

You're late, is what you said, and I shrugged and smiled. Something about you. It was like you were this imagination.

My deepest, darkest fantasy actually come to reality. It's as if the universe was playing a dirty trick on me. Here you go, Jeremy.

This is all that dirty shit that you've ever thought in your head come to life. You think you can actually handle that? These are the thoughts I would think about you often.

Your back arched as I gripped your hair in my tight fists, shoving you face down into the pillows. My one free hand caressing your skin as I drag my nails across the curve of your ass. I'm sure you could feel the heat from my body as you lean over me, still fully clothed.

You could probably feel the rough texture of my jeans scraping against your thighs as I thrust a knee between both of them, spreading your legs apart. Your warm breath against my neck, already making my cock tingle. I lean down to let you know how I'm feeling.

And as I slide my fingers down over your ass, pressing the first one and then two inside of you, I whisper, you're so wet. No response, just a moan as I flick my thumb over your clit, pressing back against you. I let go of your hair and watch you push yourself up onto your elbows as you breathe deeply.

You say something that I can't understand, what? I want you to fuck me. You follow that with a gasp as I slowly twist my fingers inside you.

I'm smirking quietly, you on your back, as I decide to try and add a third finger. My fingers are fucking you, deep, deeper, my thumb strumming against your clit as if I'm playing some kind of instrument. You on your back, twisting your hips, panning as if you're desperately wanting more.

You moving your own hand down between your legs, and I know now is the time. Perfect timing. I simply tsk, grabbing your wrist with my free hand, and slowly pressing it to the headboard right above your head.

No. You groan, and you tsk back at me, fuck me. I smile.

I watch as you roll your hips and grind back into me. I'd imagine that you're hoping to entice me into doing exactly that, but I simply laugh. And I watch as you yelp as I take one hand, slapping it against your ass several times.

Rapid succession. I'd imagine that that quick sting would subside to a dull throb, my thumb again sliding over your clit, engorged in pink, my cock still tingling inside my pants. I can feel you clenching around my fingers, hoping that you're catching that pleasure mixed with that likely stinging pain of that slap on your ass.

We'd been here before. Watching your movements, I knew exactly what that meant. That is the indication that you're getting close to coming.

At that very moment, I pull my fingers away from you, a bit sticky, leaving you aching empty as I slowly slide them up your torso and into your mouth for you to suck clean. I bet you wish that you were sucking on my cock right now, don't you? You nod with my fingers still in your mouth.

I slowly remove them, your saliva, making them shiny. At the same time, I push you slightly, indicating that I want you to lie on your back in front of you. You obey.

This is interesting. And as you roll over, you watching me from under those pretty lashes, as I strip my clothes off down to nothing, my cock erect, aloft on its own, I give you a half-smile, half-embarrassed smirk before coming and kneeling over you, nipping lightly at your jaw before kissing you. I know this is the time when I need to take control, thrusting my tongue between your lips, tasting the wine on them, tangling my hands in your hair.

I feel you arching up against me, into the kiss, clinging to you, your nails digging deep into my shoulders as your tongue duels and dances with mine as I deepen that kiss. All I can think about is how badly I want my cock inside of you, and your moans only make it worse. Boning into my mouth hot and wet, you curl a leg up around my waist, rubbing ferociously against me.

Your breathing is ragged, and when you pull away from me, I see you admiring my erect, throbbing cock. Your hand sliding down my chest, over my nipples, down my belly, before wrapping around my cock. I let you play for a moment, enjoying watching you from your hooded eyes as you jerk your hand slowly up and down my shaft, a corkscrew-like motion.

And then, I take your wrist, pinning it above your head, pausing a moment, using my free hand to pinch your nipple. Mmm, I love that. Stay, I tell you, letting go of your hand.

You don't move, instead staying still, as I move your other hand so that both your arms are now stretched right above your head. This, this is what we're here for. I slip off the bed, rummaging through my laptop bag, my back to yours.

Your hips are moving restlessly as you wait. And when you turn back to me, I am holding that length of braided rope in my hand. I watch as you turn slightly pale, but remain pliant, a smile on your face as you settle back onto the bed.

And I slowly now take my time, having practiced this endlessly, tying your wrists together slowly. I give you the chance to protest, to say no, you don't. I secure the remaining rope to the headboard before moving down to your body, pausing, licking and biting on those nipples that I love so much, kissing my way down to your belly, then the sensitive flesh on your inner thighs, your knees, the arch of your feet.

I spread your legs as far apart as they'll go, and then sit back on my heels between your legs. You can see a slow smile of satisfaction that's now spreading across my lips. Tell me what you want, I say as I stretch out over you.

I'm holding myself only inches above you. You can surely feel the heat of my body. My knees pressing against the inside of both of your thighs, and your nipples are visibly tightened to hard little points.

You begin to say something before your voice falters. As you blush, you almost seem embarrassed. I'm sure you don't like being put on the spot like this, but at the same time, I would imagine that wetness between your legs and that heat uncurling low inside your soul, those goosebumps on your skin, that heightened awareness that we must both feel.

I feel you shifting beneath me. I can feel your hips lifting almost on their own. I lean down, forehead to forehead with you, my lips against yours.

My tongue darts out to look at your lips, tracing the outline of your pretty smile. Do you want me to fuck you? You nod.

Now, another nod. What else? Nothing but a groan from you, again, ragged.

You close your eyes. Your voice, soft, hesitant. I want your cock hard and fast inside of me, you reply.

I want you to make me your dirty little whore. I want you to make me cum all over you until I'm begging you to stop. I want you to fuck my mouth and make me choke and gag on your thick, I-place-my-hand-over-your-mouth.

I can barely take it. You don't normally talk like this. I need you to stop.

My hands are now kneading that pale flesh of your breasts and twisting your nipples, pulling on them, feeling electricity through my cock. I continue my investigation. What else? I want you to tell me what a bad girl that I've been, you say.

I want you to teach me a lesson and spank my ass till it's red and then pin me down under you and fuck me with one thrust. I'm all the way inside of you, filling you. My cock is stretching your cunt with a sudden invasion, and even though you're very wet and ready for me, I'm sure there was a slight burn, perhaps even brief pain.

I pull myself out just a little bit as I'm enjoying your helpless moans before slamming deep inside of you again. Slut, I growl as I bite your neck, again pulling on your hair, reveling in the feeling of you as you are enjoying my hard, extremely swollen, wet cock moving against your tight walls. Skin against skin.

Helplessness, that feeling of being tied beneath me and barely able to move. I'm slamming into you as hard as I can. And you're writhing under me and feeling my cock so tight and deep all the way in as I dominate your body with my powerful pushes.

I push myself up onto your arms and jerk my head back with one hand still in your hair, bearing your throat to your teeth. I feel you again thrusting your hips back against me, and I know that you are writhing and you're just at the edge of your own orgasm. I can hear you, yes, yes, oh, oh, I'm going to come, babbling.

And I stop my movement suddenly. To that, you respond with a whine, no, no, please. Right now, you, impaled on my cock, can feel my balls pressing against your smooth pussy lips, and I remain still, letting you feel how helpless you are.

Underneath me, I'm stroking your damp skin and goosebumps are trailing wherever I touch you. My tongue, darting inside of your ear, nipping at your earlobe. I rest my hand against your throat, tightening it slightly.

I can feel your pulse racing, and I can feel as you clench around my cock, your pussy, your clit, throbbing with need. I pull back, withdrawing from you, and again, you begin to beg and plead. No, no, please, I need to come.

Oh, God. Instead, I remand to suck on one of your nipples, bringing it deep inside my mouth, my tongue, teasing and torturing the sensitive flesh. Pain, wrapped with pleasure, torment.

I can feel your breath catching deep in your throat. No, no, no, no, please let me come. I almost lose it.

I almost lose it, as I continue swirling my tongue in circles around your nipples while my fingers are busy between your legs, stroking you too softly, just barely, just gently. My thumb, again grazing across your clit with the softest of touches, almost barely touching, as I again bite into your nipple, hard, and then gently kissing it before repeating it with the other. I decide to sit up and slap my hand against that pretty curve of your hip.

I feel your body jerk as much at that sudden noise of my hand on your naked flesh as from the sting of that slap. Your eyes seem dark but amused as I move to straddle your chest, knees either side of your ribcage. I could tell you're frustrated.

I watch, I watch as you tugging your wrist downward, testing the given of the rope. There's none. I know you too well for that and I practice this thoroughly.

I press your breasts together, enjoying watching that cleavage as I slide my cock between them into that tight passage that now I've created. I begin thrusting back and forth, small jerks at first and then much more forcefully. My cock chafing your silky skin, my balls slapping against the underside of your tits and back.

I can tell that you're aching for me to fuck you like this, harder and deep, but you want my cock inside of you. I can feel your hips making small circles in time with your thrusts. I'm watching as you close your eyes and bite your lips still whimpering under your breath.

Your breath, which is quick and quite irregular, harsh. Harsh. And again, I move faster.

My cock moving between those breasts, my thumbs across your nipples as I thrust. You're watching my abs contract as I look at your pretty face and all I hear from you is a no way. As the first ropey stream of cum hits your face just at the corner of your lips.

My eyes closing in ecstasy as I pump my cock in my own fist now, jerking off all over your face, into your mouth, which you have now held open in supplication. Your tongue extended to catch every last bit of my cum. You seem distracted.

From your needs for the moment. You seem as though you're enjoying the feel of my presence on your lips and the warmth where it's spattered on your cheek and lower lip. I roll off the bed, lying next to you as I catch my breath for a minute.

I turn my head, watching your tongue lick the remainder from your lips, pouting a bit. I am smirking at your expression before I sit up, grabbing a tissue and dabbing at your cheek. You don't think we're done yet, do you? I mock at you.

I open your mouth. And so you do. I reposition, moving over you again, sliding my now half-soft cock between your lips.

You, teasing and sucking, running your tongue over and around my shaft. You can hear my noises of satisfaction as I move my hips slightly. I give you a few minutes of this before pulling away.

Before wrapping my hand around my cock and again, slowly pumping. I shift so that my balls are dangling right over your mouth. I feel your tongue dart out, flickering over my skin and tasting me before you wrap them in the warm moistness of your mouth.

My cock, again, getting hard and wrecked in my own hand. You are so good at that, I mutter, half to myself and half to you. I stop stroking myself for just a moment, leaning forward, my hands now busy untying those ropes around your wrists.

You can feel them fall away. But your hands remain above your head still. You crawl to me, kissing me again lightly.

Your hands are ready, petting and exploring my body again. I draw you in for a deeper kiss. I draw you in for a deeper kiss.

And then with gentle pressure, push you down. You're gonna be a good girl, aren't you? You're not.

I feel your hands wrapping again around my length, slowing and stroking up and down. You're enjoying the satiny smoothness of my skin. You're taking your time now, exploring me, leaning down, swirling your tongue around the head of my cock with a small, teething smile.

You caress my balls with your free hand as you take me between your lips. Sliding your tongue over my shaft. Your hand resting on the bulbous, throbbing head of my cock.

But you continue at your own pace. Your breathing quickens again as my cock throbs against the back of your throat. You pause there only for a moment.

I feel you press a gentle kiss against the underside of my shaft. I feel you stroking.