Show Me the Ropes

by Roz Lee

  “That was beautiful, sweetheart. I know you want to come, but not yet. You can take it. You want to experience this, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Richard. Oh God, yes.”

  His hands slid along her arm from shackled wrist to her armpit. “Breathe in.” His teeth closed over the sensitive skin on the underside of her arm between her shoulder and elbow. He nipped, then soothed with his tongue and lips. Little bites, all along her arm. He licked the crease in her elbow and she cried out.

  “You taste so damned good. I could just eat you up.”

  “Please, Richard.”

  Did she know what she begged for? He didn’t know, only knew he wanted to give her everything she wanted.

  “All in good time, Fallon. I plan to taste every inch of you today, and I mean, every inch. Relax. Move all you want, you’re safely anchored. Scream if you want. I won’t stop until I’ve tasted all of you, unless you use your safe word.”

  He returned his lips to her skin and she was at his mercy. He tasted every inch, licked, examined, massaged, from the tips of her fingers, to the tips of her toes. His tongue traced the lines of the ropes and his lips kissed every bit of skin accented by the criss-crossed ropes. Every time she got close to the edge, he eased his assault enough to keep her poised on the brink.

  She felt the loss of his heat and called his name in the darkness.

  He answered from a distance, across the room at the table where he’d found the blindfold. “I’m here, sweetheart. Rest for a moment. I promise to let you come soon. Is that what you want?”

  “Yes, Richard. I want to come. I want you to fuck me and make me come.”

  “Ah, sweetheart, if only that were possible right now. Soon, I hope. Soon.” His voice held a hint of desperation, no less than she felt, so why? Why wouldn’t he come to her?

  “Please, Richard,” she begged.

  “Soon. Now let me finish this.” He removed the clit clip and she whimpered at the loss of its steady pressure. “Easy. I’m going to take the plug out too, but I have something to replace it with.”

  The plug slid out with a distinct little popping sound and she clenched her butt cheeks together. He pried them apart with gentle hands. “Let me in darling. This is bigger, but it shouldn’t hurt. Let me know if it does.”

  Something huge pressed against her anus and she tensed, eased as Richard’s voice urged her to relax again. A moment later, the object slid past her tight muscles, filling her. “Just a little further now,” he pressed harder, and the head of the object spread her cheeks. “That’s it, all the way in now.”

  “Oh God, Richard.” She’d instructed many couples to use anal play during oral sex, but she’d never tried it herself. Her heart beat an erratic tattoo as the object breached her.

  “How does that feel?”

  She took a moment to assess all her body was telling her. Her ass stung where the object stretched her muscles beyond her comfort zone, but the fullness inside her felt wicked, and arousing. The only thing that could make it better, she thought, was if it was Richard inside her instead of some cold, plastic dildo. “Good, so good,” she managed on a weak breath.

  “Almost there now.” His fingers dipped into her vagina and out again. “You’re more than ready. Again, relax, sweetheart. Let me fill you.”

  Another object, as big, bigger, than the one in her back door, pressed inside her, stretched her.

  “You should feel this all the way in darling. I’m almost there.”

  “Yes.” Oh God! Yes.

  “I know you’ve never had two cocks in you at the same time. How does it feel, sweetheart? Do you think you can take it?”

  She needed to move, needed to feel the slide of the two cocks inside her. If only. . . If only they were real. . . . Her hips moved of their own accord. Richard splayed a hand over her stomach, pressing her hips back down. What must he think of her, begging, trying to bring on her own pleasure by rocking her hips? She was too far gone to care. She needed something, needed Richard to finish what he’d started.

  “Richard, please.”

  “Your wish is my command.”

  The cock in her ass vibrated. She bucked against the restraints and he switched on the one in her pussy. His mouth clamped down on her clit and sucked. Richard’s hands anchored her writhing hips to the padded cross.

  “Please,” she begged for release.

  “Now, sweetheart. Come for me now.”

  He flicked his tongue over her clit and her scream echoed off the insulated walls. She thrashed against the restraints, grateful even as she flew apart, for their anchoring her to earth. Tears streamed down her temples as her body floated back and crystallized again into one being. Richard slid the vibrators from her cavities and placed a warm hand between her legs.

  “Rest now, sweetheart. I’ll be right here for you.”

  His hand clamped around one of hers and the other brushed the tears from her face. “Sleep. I won’t go anywhere.”

  He wished she could see herself when she came. She was the most responsive woman he’d ever been with. Given the freedom to express herself, she held nothing back. No matter what happened later, he had the memory of seeing her like this. It was enough.

  He held her hand until her body relaxed and her breath evened out in light slumber. Exhausted, she didn’t stir when he removed the blindfold and dropped a light beach towel over her still flushed body. He glanced at his watch in the dim light of a candle. Two hours. She was a strong woman, a match for his sexual appetites. He watched her sleep. She couldn’t be too comfortable, but it couldn’t be helped. He wasn’t going to release her until she heard him out and knew what he’d done. Then he’d let her go, and she could decide for herself where they stood. Whatever she decided, he would accept.

  Shackled to the St. Andrew’s Cross, she had no choice but to listen. He conceded, it wasn’t the best, or the most romantic, way to tell a woman you love her, but there was more to it than that, much more.

  I slid a pillow beneath her head and pointed to the ceiling tile directly above, the one covered with a poster from a vintage romance novel. It was self-serving. I did not want her looking into the eyes of the man between her legs.

  He clearly didn’t need my instruction any more than his partner had, but they’d signed up for a cunnilingus class and I was going to give them one if it killed me. I pulled out all my expensive vocabulary, hoping to impress her maybe, and confound him. He wasn’t the dummy I took him for. He followed my instructions to the letter, never once asking for clarification.

  From the file labeled, 'Subject M5, Richard Wolfe'

  Chapter Eleven

  Fallon woke slowly. It took a moment to remember where she was, but when she opened her eyes, it all came flooding back. Richard. The private, soundproof room. The shackles on her wrists and ankles. She tested her limbs, only to find them still bound. He’d turned the music off, but the candles still flickered around her.

  “You’re awake.”

  The overhead lights came on and she squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden glare. “I am now.” She jerked against the arm shackles. “Can you let me up now?”

  A motor whirred and the cross tilted upright. She noticed the beach towel covering her as it slid to the floor. If she’d been able, she would have snatched it back. In the bright lighting, after what they’d done, she felt exposed. Ridiculous, she knew, but still. Her skin flushed as she met Richard’s heated gaze. She’d never seen him so on-edge. She knew sexual tension when she saw it. His pupils were dark pools, the lines of his face taunt with the effort it took him to remain composed. Her heart ached to ease his tension.

  “Let me loose and I’ll take care of the need I see in your eyes. I am an expert on oral sex.”

  “I know. However, we need to talk.”

  “Okay. Let me loose and we’ll talk.”

  “Not yet.”

  He began to pace in front of her, his bronzed body gleaming under the harsh lights. Her patience wore thin. Her
need bordered on the same desperation she’d seen in his eyes. Why she couldn’t wear some clothes while he decided how to start this conversation he thought so important, she could only guess at. To pass the time, she watched the long muscles in his legs bunch and lengthen as he paced. The sight did nothing to ease the slow burn of arousal that had begun anew.

  He eventually stopped in front of her, and braced those magnificent legs shoulder width apart. “I love you.”

  Her eyes met his. Her heart rose in her throat, and then slammed back down into her stomach. She searched his face for the joke she knew had to be hiding below the surface. “What?”

  “I love you. I’ve been in love with you for two years.”

  Could he be that cruel? An image of another woman sucking his cock came to mind. Yes, he could be, but still, she wanted to believe him, wanted it more than she was willing to admit, but the evidence against such a declaration was there. Now she understood why he wouldn’t let her go. If she’d been free she’d be out the door and gone by now. It wasn’t right to play with someone’s heart like this, not right at all. Anger and heartache rolled around in her stomach like two bitches fighting over a bone.

  “What about all those women you’ve been with? Were you in love with them too?” The words came out, fueled by her warring emotions.

  “I haven’t been with any women. Not in a very long time.”

  She rolled her eyes and laughed a harsh laugh that said she didn’t think his statement in the least bit humorous. “You expect me to believe you?”

  “I have proof.”

  “Show me,” she sneered.

  “Not so fast. Do you remember telling me you wouldn’t get involved with your employer?”

  “Yes.” God, what a profound decision that had been.

  “Ryan and I are in the process of selling the ship. Problem number one solved.”

  So, it was true, but the only thing that changed was her future plan to use the ship, and its passengers, for more research, and maybe not even that, depending on who bought it. “Good for you, but what are you going to do about all your women?”

  “I. Don’t. Have. Any. Women. Didn’t you hear me?” he huffed.

  Yeah, I heard. “Let’s just say I’m not convinced, and move on.” Please God, just let him finish so I can get the hell out of here. Jumping overboard was beginning to appeal.

  “My job requires me to be friendly.” She cringed at the word and the air quotes he used around it. "With the female passengers. However, since I fell in love with you, I haven’t been with a single one in a sexual way.”

  “All evidence is to the contrary.”

  “The woman I brought to your office? She was the last one, and you witnessed everything that went on between us. I fell in love with you that day. You had an orgasm watching me eat her.”

  She knew without looking that her skin turned scarlet. Even her toes were blushing. Mortification would do that to you. She’d never forgotten that day, but he didn’t have to know that.

  “I’m supposed to believe that? Your prowess is something of a legend on the Lothario.”

  “Not all legends are based on fact.”

  “Let me go, Richard.” For a moment, she thought he was going to set her free. He turned around and the play of muscles in his back as he took a deep breath and let it out, made her weak. When he turned around, he loosened his sarong. It fell to the floor, but her eyes only followed it as far as his crotch. A strangled cry erupted from her throat and she struggled against the restraints again. “What have you done?”

  His magnificent cock was almost fully erect, despite the gold rope cage that spanned the length of it. A gold ring passed through a Prince Albert piercing, looped through the rope cage, and was secured below the glans with a small lock. He stood like a god. His chin held high, his legs braced, his hands loosely fisted at his side.

  “I knew you wouldn’t believe me if I ever got the chance to tell you how I felt, so I locked my penis up. The cage is the first thing the jeweler made, then he started working on the ropes you’re wearing. I had the piercing done first, while I was waiting for the cage. When the piercing healed, I added the cage and the lock. It hasn’t been off in almost eighteen months.”

  A virile man like him couldn’t survive that long without sex, could he? She narrowed her eyes at him. “Where’s the key?”

  He pointed to the key hanging from her collar. “You have it. It’s been on that collar ever since it was completed, and on display in the gift shop for all to see.”

  It had been—she knew that much to be true. “Isn’t there another key?”

  “No. That’s the only one. You can ask the jeweler, he’ll tell you.”

  Could it be? Could he be telling the truth? Her stupid, weeping heart wanted to believe him, but her clinical, cynical mind needed evidence. “Come closer.”

  He took a few steps closer, never taking his eyes off her face. His cock jerked, swelling against the cage. “Does that hurt?”

  “Yes. It’s extremely painful if I get too aroused, like now.” A muscle in his cheek twitched. His discomfort was real, that too was true.

  “How did you live with that for eighteen months?”

  “It’s only a problem when you’re around. With other women, even if I’m attracted to them, the cage reminds me of you. I didn’t do this so I couldn’t penetrate another woman, Fallon. I did this so you would know I haven’t been with anyone else. I’m prepared to wear it the rest of my life if you don’t want to be with me. I don’t want anyone else.”

  God help her if he was lying to her, and God help him if she found out he was. Visions of his dead body disappearing overboard in the Bermuda Triangle flashed through her mind.

  “Let me go, Richard.” At first, she didn’t think he was going to. He stood, his hands fisted on his lean hips, his eyes, open pools of pain and uncertainty, trained on her face. Finally, he took a deep breath, expanding his perfect chest, and let it out. Then he moved.

  He released her ankles first. She shook her legs while he set her wrists free. When he was done, he handed her a new sarong. She dropped it on the nearest table and reached for the two keys at her neck. “Help me get these keys off.” Richard stepped closer, freed the keys and handed them to her. She looked at the two keys in the palm of her hand, almost identical. She couldn’t tell which was which.

  “Which one unlocks me?”

  Richard selected one. “This one.”

  “Unlock me, now.”

  “Turn around.” Fallon turned her back to him, the key to Richard’s cock cage tightly fisted in her hand. The ropes fell away. She held out her wrists for him to remove the shackles. He worked in silence. As much as she loved the ropes, she needed them off for what came next. He knelt to remove the ankle shackles and she brushed away the new tears spilling down her cheeks. It wouldn’t do to be a blubbering mess, not right now.

  * * * * *

  Richard opened the last shackle and stood to face her decision. She wanted the ropes off, that should be a big clue right there. His head spun as he regained his feet. Sometime in the last few minutes, his heart had ceased to beat. He’d known her rejection was almost a certainty, that’s why he’d put off telling her everything as long as he could. This is how a harpoon to the heart felt, searing pain, followed by numbness. Once, he’d thought the rope cage clamped around his erection was an unbearable pain. It didn’t compare.

  He handed her the key. He forced his tongue to form the words. “Take it. The ropes are yours. I don’t want them back. They were always for you, Fallon. The rest of the jewels are in my safe. Let me know where you want them sent, and I’ll have them couriered to you.”

  “What’s wrong with your safe?”

  “You’ll want them somewhere you can get to them easily.” How he would keep from going to her, and begging her, he didn’t have a clue.

  “I was thinking that your safe would do.”

  “Fallon.” He stopped when her hand wrapped around his co
ck and stroked the ever-present erection he had when she was near.

  “Sit down.” She nodded her head and indicated a chair near the table. “Over there. We need to get this off.”

  His cock swelled and he sucked air through gritted teeth.

  “You’re going to injure yourself if we don’t get it off soon.”

  He was in too much pain to argue with her as she led him by his cock to the chair. He sat as gingerly as he could, with Fallon’s hand wrapped around him. He adjusted his balls to rest on top of his thighs, and still she held him in her satin hand. The lock slid open. The cage loosened and his hand flew to cover hers, wrapped around his shaft.

  “Let’s get this ring out.”

  “Damnit, Fallon. Let me do that.” The soft touch of her fingers on him were killing him, making him want things he couldn’t have.

  “Hands off, Richard.” She swatted his hands away. “This is probably going to hurt.”

  She loosened the ring piercing his penis. He gripped the edge of the chair as she eased the bar out and tossed it on the table. She dropped to her knees and spread his legs without letting go of his cock. Before he could protest, she swallowed him, taking his full length into her mouth.

  If he had to walk through hell to get to this, to heaven, he would do it all again. His head fell back. He locked his jaw and fought the need to fly off the chair, pin Fallon to the floor and sink his cock in her. Her sweet mouth fit him like a glove and what her tongue did to him couldn’t be described with mere words. His heart beat against his ribs like a runaway jackhammer. “Good Christ, Fallon.”

  His hands flew to the head. It was too much, too soon. She felt like heaven. Her tongue swirled around his shaft and her head bobbed up, and back down, once, twice. His balls shrank tight against his body as his fragile hold on control, slipped from his grasp.