When it was time for me to leave, Jen walked me out through the garage to my truck. I spied Andy nearby working under a jacked up SUV.
"It was nice meeting you, Andy," I called out as we passed. He glanced over in surprise, then smiled broadly at me.
"You too," he replied. He glanced at Jen, and his smile turned wry and amused. "I hope to see you again real soon." She glared at him and shook her head in exasperation. I got the feeling she did that a lot with him. When we made it to the driver's side of my truck, she smiled brightly up at me.
"I had no idea that you were such a kiss ass," she said as one side of her mouth quirked up.
"Believe me," I said as I reached out and took her hand in mine. "Staying on the good side of a girl's older brother is always a good idea."
She waved a dismissive hand in the air. "Andy's not usually like that."
"Better safe than sorry, honey." I leaned against the driver's door and pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her. My truck was blocking us from anyone in the garage seeing us, so I gave her a brief yet heated kiss that set me on fire. She whimpered and wadded my shirt in her fists. We were both panting when I pulled away.
"I was thinking," I began in a hoarse voice. "Maybe Friday night you could come over to my place." I leaned closer to her ear and lowered my voice to a whisper. "I could show you a thing or two about rope."
A shiver flowed through her body as her sapphire eyes glittered with arousal at that idea. "I'd love to," she purred seductively. She molded her body against mine, my hardening cock pressed between us. "And apparently so would you," she added knowingly.
"You have no idea, honey," I growled out. I'd been dreaming about it every night since Saturday. I thought about it every morning in the shower with my cock in my fist. Stared off into space at work thinking about it off and on all damn day. She was taking over my life even when she wasn't there. I didn't tell her any of that though. I think I was a little obsessed, and it might freak her out.
"I can't wait," she murmured breathily. I watched helplessly as she licked her lips. I kissed her once more, this time softly, but with passion, before managing to extricate myself from her arms.
"Good-bye, Jen." I rubbed my knuckles along her soft cheek again.
"Bye," she whispered a little breathlessly.
I climbed into my truck reluctantly, never taking my eyes off of her. I started the F-100 and drove away smiling at her, knowing one thing for certain. I was going to make sure Friday was a night she'd never forget, and I was sure that neither would I.
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My heart began to pound inside my chest as the doorbell rang Friday night. Shit, here we go. I hadn't been this nervous since the first few times I played with rope with a girl almost ten years ago. I wanted to make this special for Jen. I'd never put this much pressure on myself before, and I hoped it didn't blow up in my face.
I went downstairs to let Jen in. She smiled as I swung the door open, and my heart began to pound for a completely different reason. She was dressed in painted on dark skinny jeans and a low-cut dark metallic tank top with spaghetti straps. She had a pair of heart-stopping black strappy stilettos on, and her toes were painted to match her top. Her usually straight dark hair was curled into a mass of loose waves spilling down around her shoulders. Her eyes were done in a sexy smoky way that tore right into me. Holy fucking hell, I'd never seen a woman fill out a pair of jeans like that in my life.
"Are you just going to stand there drooling, or are you going to invite me in?" she asked, one corner of her lips curling up in smug amusement.
"Sorry," I blurted out as I came back to reality. I took the overnight bag she was carrying from her, then stepped aside so she could come in. Her musky vanilla scent engulfed me as she walked past me. My God, I wanted her right now. Patience, Spencer, patience. I trailed behind her, my eyes riveted to her unbelievable ass as it wagged in front of me up the steps. I wanted to peel her jeans down off her ass and take her on the stairs right here.
Once we were in my living room, I took Jen's bag into my room to give myself a second to get control over my raging libido. After several deep breaths, I felt a little calmer and centered. Unfortunately, as soon as I walked back into the living room, the sight of Jen smiling widely at me took my breath away again. I went to her and wrapped her up in my arms. She pressed her cheek to my chest and sighed into my embrace, her arms tight around my waist.
"Ford," she murmured softly, the word laced with longing and affection. I acknowledged it by pressing a kiss to the top of her head. I breathed in her scent for a long moment before finally pulling away.
"Come on." I took her hand and led her toward my small kitchen. "Let's eat and talk about tonight."
I watched her face as we entered the dimly lit kitchen. A smile lit up her face as she spied my small table set for two and the three votive candles on it that I had lit in an attempt to be romantic. I breathed out a sigh of relief. I was worried that it was a bit much, but I wanted to make this night special for us.
"Have a seat, honey." I pulled out one chair for her, and she took it with a nod.
I went to the oven and pulled out the two plates of food that I had been keeping warm for us. I set one in front of Jen and the other at my place at the table.
"You cooked for me?" Jen asked incredulously as she stared down at the steak and asparagus on her plate.
"Oh hell no," I blurted out with a laugh as I grabbed two bottles of beer out of the fridge. "This is beyond me. I got it from a steak house nearby. If I cooked we'd be eating scrambled eggs and burnt bacon."
"It looks and smells amazing." Her smile widened. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, honey." I sat down at the table, opened both bottles, and handed one to Jen. I lifted mine up toward her. "Here's to carry-out and kinky rope bondage," I said with a wide grin.
Her answering laugh sounded a little nervous to me as she clinked her bottle against mine. We both took a healthy swallow of the dark beer. I guess I wasn't the only one that needed something to calm their nerves. We ate in silence for a while before I spoke again.
"In a rope bondage scene or any BDSM scene for that matter, it's important to communicate before and during play," I said as I met her eyes. "I don't want to do anything that you don't want me to, and I don't want to hurt you."
"Okay." She nodded as her face relaxed a little.
"I'm assuming that you've probably heard of safe words before."
She nodded again. "I've read about them in my smutty romance novels. Everything stops if I say the safe word, right?"
"Exactly, honey." I smiled at her. "I want to use three words tonight."
She looked curious. "Three?"
"Yes. Green for everything is fine, yellow for slowing down or re-accessing what we're doing, and red to stop all together."
"That makes sense."
"I'll be asking you what your color is often since this is our first time doing this together. I expect complete honesty each time. I don't want you suffering through something you can't handle because you think you'll disappoint me," I explained in a stern commanding tone. "The only way you can disappoint me is by doing that. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," she nodded vehemently. I don't think she realized that she had called me "sir" already. We were falling naturally into our roles tonight. It was so fucking hot.
"I also want you to know that while I appreciate complete submission," I lowered my voice to a growl. "I enjoy fighting to earn it even more. So feel free to be your sassy self. I like punishing my subs just as much as rewarding them." An evil grin spread across my lips. "I think you'll find that my punishments for disobedience can be quite pleasurable for both of us."
Her eyes suddenly lit up wickedly. "I'm not hungry anymore." She pushed her half eaten plate away as she held my gaze. "I want something else now."
"I want to be clear about what's going to happen tonight," I said seriously as I leaned forward and eyed her sharply. "I'm going to have you bou
nd and at my mercy. All you'll be able to do is scream and take it." I softened my eyes. "Unless you use a safe word, then we slow down and re-access or stop everything completely. I want you to understand that you have all the power here, Jen. The submission you grant me is a precious gift that I promise to care for and respect, no matter what. Are we clear?"
"Yes, Ford." She nodded confidently, her sapphire eyes bright with anticipation. "I understand."
"Good." I set my beer down and leaned back in my chair. "I want you naked and kneeling on the bed in five minutes." I crossed my arms and leveled a hard expectant stare at her. Her eyes sparkled defiantly. "Now," I snarled out with narrowed eyes.
She startled and jumped to her feet. I watched her waggle her ass for my benefit as she hurried out of the kitchen without a word. I smiled after her. She was so eager for this. It blew my mind.
I spent the next five minutes cleaning up the kitchen and getting myself into the head space of a dominant or Dom as it was called. I had to stay focused and calm since I wanted this to be perfect for Jen. This was the first time I had ever played with someone who I really cared about, and I couldn't afford to mess this up.
I went into the living room and slipped off my shoes and socks, then pulled my T-shirt over my head and tossed it on the couch. I shook my arms out and took several deep breaths. Then I walked toward my bedroom with long purposeful strides, finally ready to show Jen my world.
Jen looked gorgeous kneeling on my bed waiting for me with her eyes downcast. Her breasts rose and fell hypnotically with her heavy breathing. Her nipples were tight little points. Oh yeah, she was excited about this. I ignored her and crossed to my closet. I went inside and fetched the hemp rope that I had chosen for tonight. The rope I purchased was dyed a deep blue and was specifically for Jen. I had never used it on anyone. This would be her rope and no one else's. I pressed my lips to the soft fibers, the grassy scent of the hemp pleasing and familiar to me. It helped me center myself and settle the rest of the way into my role as her Dom tonight.
I turned and carried the rope over to the bed, and set it on the comforter in front of Jen. Her eyes turned wary as she stared at the rope. She turned a fearful expression on me. She needed reassurance. "Touch it, Jen," I told her calmly. She reached out tentatively and ran her finger along the rope.
She looked at me in surprise. "It's...it's soft."
"It's hand-dyed hemp," I explained. "It's used a lot in shibari, and I prefer it. It feels good on the skin, holds knots well, and it's very secure. Once I bind you, you won't be able to move at all."
A shudder shot through her body, her eyes glittering with arousal. I climbed up onto the bed and knelt behind her, then reached around and picked up the rope.
"I'm going to start with a basic chest harness." I folded the length of hemp in half and began wrapping it around her torso just under her breasts. She sighed as the rope touched her skin, making me shiver. I pulled the loose end through the loop at her back, and wrapped it back around in the other direction.
I brought the rope through the loop again, and wrapped it above her breasts twice. I tied off the wraps across her back then brought the end over her shoulder, and tucked the ends under the rope under her breasts. I completed the harness by bringing the rope over the other shoulder and tied off the shoulder straps to the ropes across her back. The blue rope framed her breasts to perfection, and her nipples were so hard and tight.
"What's your color, Jen?" I asked in a firm tone.
"Green, sir," she murmured in an awed voice. "Very very green."
I chuckled softly at her. "Good." I took a moment to run my hands over the ropes, gliding them around her torso, until I cupped her breasts possessively. I pulled her back against my chest. Her desire practically vibrated through her body into mine. My cock was already throbbing uncomfortably in the confines of my jeans. I slid my hands up to her shoulders and down to her arms. I wrapped my fingers around her tiny wrists and raised them to her shoulders.
"Now, I'm going to bind your arms." I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, nibbling her skin for a moment. She moaned and wiggled against me. I took up another shorter length of rope and wrapped it around one of her wrists a couple of times, then bound it to her bicep with several more wraps around her upper arm. Her right arm was now immobilized. I repeated the process on the other side.
"Your color?"
"Still green, sir." Her voice was breathy and sounded almost drunk.
I hummed in approval, then crawled around until I was in front of her. I grabbed her hair in a tight fist and pulled her head back. I watched her pupils expand, making her hooded eyes look like endless black pools of desire. Her face was already slack, and her mouth parted slightly as she stared back at me. I'd never seen anyone hit subspace, the BDSM term for "rope drunk", so fast in my life. Holy hell, she was born for this, for me. An almost high, godlike feeling hit me hard, and I crushed my lips to Jen's mouth, growling with need and want. I felt her pull against her restraints as she mewled wantonly. I had to force myself to pull away when I almost lost control.
"On your back, honey," I told her hoarsely. I cradled her head as I helped her onto her back.
"Color?" I asked her yet again.
"Green, Ford," she whispered as she smiled up at me adoringly.
"Good girl," I murmured with a soft smile. "Now, bend your knees."
"What if I don't want to?" she asked with an impish smirk. Ah, there was my sassy Jen. I wondered when she'd come out to play. I suddenly grabbed her right ankle in my right hand and pulled it up until her ass was up off the mattress. I gave her right ass cheek a stinging blow with my open left hand. She yelped in surprise as lust continued to burn in her eyes.
"Color?" I asked.
"G...green, sir."
I smacked her ass again, this time admiring the red mark I left behind.
"Bend. Your. Knees," I told her sharply as I loomed menacingly over her. "Now."
This time she complied immediately, her eyes widening in surprise. She hadn't seen me in full-on Dom mode before, and I worried it might scare her and end things early tonight. I knew she was a strong confident woman, but I was pretty intimidating when I was like this. I was relieved that I saw no fear in her whatsoever. In fact, she looked pretty damn excited about this whole situation, and so was I.
I grabbed some more rope and wrapped it around her lower leg a few inches above her ankle then bound it to her mid thigh with several wraps. I did the same to her other leg, then pushed her knees apart. I could see her pussy glistening with arousal.
I glanced up to take in the sight of my Jen in my ropes and at my mercy. The blue rope looked so good against her creamy soft skin. I loved the way it made her breasts jut out toward me and the way it dug into her skin. I couldn't wait to see the rope marks on her body when I unbound her. I planned on edging and teasing her until she begged for my cock, but seeing her like this was too much. I needed her now, and my body was shaking with that need.
I rose from the bed, shucked my jeans off in a rush, and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. I rolled the rubber on, then climbed back onto the bed and lowered my hips down between her thighs, the underside of my throbbing erection resting on her clit. I kissed her like the beautiful precious thing that she was to me. Our lips and tongues danced in a passionate union. It suddenly felt like my rope was binding me to her, like she owned me. The sensation was overwhelming and terrifying, and I didn't ever want it to end.
I pulled my hips back even as I continued kissing her into oblivion, and thrust into her hard and deep. She wailed when I hit the end of her, coming hard enough to make her back arch off the bed. I could hear the ropes creak softly as she fought her restraints.
"Color, Jen?" I asked through gritted teeth as I fought for control.
"Green, green, green," she chanted out almost hysterically. "So fucking green."
I snarled and started to move inside her, hard fierce thrusts that made the headboard bounce loudly off the wall. Jen scr
eamed again, a long wailing cry that went on and on as I made her climax last as long as I could. I shifted my hips so my cock hit her G-spot, and she flew apart again, this time her voice hoarse and frenzied. I'd never heard her like this before, and it sent me careening over the edge. I bellowed and snarled as the pressure in my balls exploded out of me in violent rush, my cock jerking and my body convulsing uncontrollably. Holy motherfucking hell. I'd never felt anything like it before in my entire life.
"Jen, oh fuck, Jen," I groaned out as the fiery pleasure burned through me. We both shuddered and shook, the noises coming out of us almost inhuman.
When it was finally over, I couldn't speak, could barely catch my breath. Jen lay under me shivering and moaning out my name. Her hands tried to reach for me, but she was still restrained. Her moan turned into a frustrated whine, and I knew it was times to unbind her. I lifted myself up and saw her staring at me in a drunken haze.
"Ford," she whimpered pleadingly as her hands continued trying to reach for me.
"Shh, honey." I ran my knuckles along her cheek. "I'm here. Let me get you untied." I discarded the condom in the trash, then swiftly released her arms. She immediately clutched at me in mindless desperation, hampering my hands as I tried to unfasten the ropes binding her legs. "Be still, Jen," I murmured soothingly. "It's okay. I'll get you out. Don't worry, honey."
She finally stilled, and I took the rest of the rope off of her quickly. I massaged her arms and legs gently yet firmly, making sure her hands and feet weren't cold from lack of circulation. I couldn't help admiring the indentations the rope had left behind, the twist in the rope clearly evident in her skin. It looked so beautiful to me.
I tucked her limp body under the blankets, then grabbed the water I laid out just for this off my nightstand. I lifted her head up and helped her take a few sips, caressing her cheek with my hand and crooning comfortingly to her. I crawled under the covers and pulled her warm body in close to mine to cuddle. I needed this close physical contact after our play as much as she did. She immediately burrowed in closer to me, her face buried in my neck.
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