While eyeing him, I fingered the buttons of my shirt, hoping to coax him to his feet to help me undress. When that didn’t work, I popped the buttons free all the way down to reveal my bra and stomach.
Still nothing from him. Not even a raised eyebrow. Had he forgotten I was here, or had I turned invisible?
I unclasped my bra and slid it from my arms, the cool air instantly tightening my nipples. Next, I stood and unzipped my skirt, wriggling it from my hips. After I ridded myself of my shoes and panties, I was completely bared to him.
“On the desk, Ms. Blevins,” he said, still not looking up.
Finally a reaction, but one I hadn’t expected. My heart thudding with excitement, I climbed up on the desk, reminding myself of a panther stalking its prey as I prowled across the wood toward him.
Clearing his throat, he set his laptop aside and then fished around inside a drawer. He pulled out several lengths of coiled rope and brushed my knee with them when he laid them next to me. Just that simple touch of the course fibers over my sensitive skin made me shudder. He trailed the fingertips of both hands up my arms to my shoulders and neck, then cupped my jaw with his rough hands and leaned in. His lips brushed mine as he searched my eyes, as if looking for any traces of doubt. He wouldn’t find any. Satisfied, he kissed me deeper, more urgently, his tongue and mouth almost as rough as the rope. Still on all fours, my hips jerked forward and pulled back involuntarily, riding the empty space. They thrust with the same tempo as my tongue into his mouth until finally he pulled away.
“Sit back on your knees,” he growled.
I obeyed, a thrill chasing up my back as he took up the rope.
“What happens next doesn’t leave this room, Ms. Blevins.” He drew the first few feet of rope taut between his fists with a snap.
My pussy clenched. Wetness leaked between my thighs.
“I won’t tell anyone,” I said.
He dragged the tip of the rope across my right nipple, tightening it into an aching bud, then coiled the rope behind my back. When he’d wrapped it around me once, he drew my hard nipple into his mouth and sucked and licked until I threw my head back and moaned. While he lavished attention on it, his hands worked the rope around me a second time, this band underneath my breasts. He pulled away, his lips swollen and wet, his eyes hungry, and continued to bind me. Slow and methodical, he paused several times to kiss me and to stroke my body with both his hands and the rope. Soon, intricate designs decorated my body, held in place with knots as well as my curves. He handled the rope like a real artist.
“It’s like cross-stitching,” I said.
He stopped and looked at me, his lips twitching. “It’s not like cross-stitching. Arms behind your back.”
I complied, my breasts sticking out even farther between the ropes in this position. The ropes fit snugly, not enough to stop my circulation or breathing but tight enough so I couldn’t move easily.
Once he’d bound my wrists, he said, “Raise up higher on your knees.”
The ropes creaked as I tried, and I didn’t get very far. He snaked the end of the last length of rope up my thighs, slowly, his other arm wrapped around my waist to help support my weight. He stroked the rope along my pussy lips, and I cried out. The bumpy but smooth feel of the rope rubbed me just right. My hips bucked and I moaned for more. His hand parted my thighs a little more, enough to maneuver the end of the rope up inside me. I tried to push down my hips, but he held my waist tight so he could control the movement. I whimpered. I’d never been so desperate to fuck the end of a rope in my life.
He withdrew it and then replaced it with two fingers, pumping them deep inside of me, while he watched me with his lips parted, his dark eyes fiery hot.
I dropped my head forward against his neck, my whole body jarred forward by the force of his hand. “Please,” I begged.
“You’re so ready for me, Addie. Fuck, you’re so ready.” He pulled his fingers free and sank them into his mouth with a groan. His hips rocked forward as he pulled his fingers back out again, his hard cock rubbing my knee through his pants. “Not yet. Go all the way down on your knees.”
My muscles shaking with the effort, I sank down into a kneeling position with my ass against my heels. The rope he’d tied between my legs rubbed its bumps along my clit. The fibers stung the sensitive flesh, but at the same time, they swelled my clit until it throbbed. It was agonizingly perfect. I whimpered and squirmed, only able to move a fraction, and it was enough to draw out the pleasure but not to find a release.
He sat in his chair and pulled his laptop closer. “Thirty more minutes of work.”
“You can’t be serious,” I said, breathless.
“This is our reward system.”
“But I can’t work like this.”
He grinned. “I think you’re working just fine.”
6
Cyrus
Addie was my match. That was what the text had read, which changed everything. And it changed nothing since I’d always cared about her. I shouldn’t have been surprised that the company I worked for had gotten it right. That was what we were supposed to be good at. But the timing of the text had been perfect, which was odd, but I was a little too distracted to think much of it.
Addie was already a work of art, her skin petal soft and decorated with a scattering of freckles. The rope completed the picture, tied in small knots in a diamond pattern down her stomach and back to the seam of her hourglass hips. I’d tied her arms and legs in the same pattern. Kneeled and bound on top of my desk as she was, she was the perfect submissive.
But I highly suspected she was the one feeling the most pleasure right then. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her lips swollen with kisses, and a haze brightened her dark eyes. Her hair fell around her shoulders without covering too much of my masterpiece. The ropes were surely digging into her skin, not enough to cut circulation but enough so the fibers chafed in all the right places. Her hips rocked forward less than a centimeter, riding the rope I’d tied between her legs so it rubbed her clit. As she did so, the ropes pulled tighter down her nipples, peaking them even more into tight, tender buds. Soon, she’d start to feel rope drunk. She might even come with the pure pleasure of it.
I sure hoped not. Not yet anyway, because I wanted to be inside her when that happened, but I wanted her to feel the effects of the rope first.
Waiting was torture. My dick pressed painfully into my pants, but I tried to ignore it.
“Twenty minutes,” she breathed. “Not thirty.”
It wouldn’t even be that long. Her muscles would start cramping from being locked in the same position, and I needed her to be pain-free. Always. From anything I intentionally or unintentionally did to her. Five minutes tops for her to reach a constant state of arousal, and then I would free her. But I also wanted to watch her squirm a little.
“Thirty. No exceptions,” I lied. It was hard to keep a straight face as her heated eyes narrowed.
I tried to focus on finishing Monday’s report, but the lines on the screen formed ropes through my imagination and tied themselves up in new patterns and positions I could try on Addie. Knotting the ropes like tiger stripes. Laying her on her back and tying her knees spread wide to her chest. Even leaving her arms free so she could fuck her hand. The possibilities were endless, and I wanted to try every single one of them on her to find out which she liked best.
While I tried to plug in more words on the report, she knelt there quietly, her body twitching slightly at the feel of the rope’s burn. Her chest heaved, jutting her perfect tits and perked nipples directly at my head. Her hips bucked forward as much as they could against the rope, again and again, rubbing it along her clit. I could smell her arousal, as intoxicating as she was. Her eyes slid out of focus. She rolled her head to the side, her dark hair falling into her face and hiding the blissful drunkenness that was taking hold.
I needed to see it happening, stop it just before she came so I could sink inside her first like I’d always wanted to
. Jumping from the chair, I pinched the tip of my steel-hard dick, hoping I didn’t come before then, either.
Need roared inside me, louder than my own voice when I said, “Look at me, Addie.”
She gasped, her whole body trembling, and she peered at me through a lust-filled haze. She was close, so close to coming already.
My hands shaking slightly with anticipation, I took the pocket knife from the center drawer and sliced it through the top of the rope between her legs and the ones binding her thighs to her calves. Then I pulled her up by the shoulders and toward me, and she collapsed against my chest, her legs going out from underneath her due to the sudden blood flow.
She cried out, likely at the pins-and-needles feeling. I pressed a soothing kiss to her lips as I sat her ass down on the desk with her legs dangling over.
“How do you feel?” I asked between kisses, unzipping my straining zipper. My swollen dick twitched when I stroked it, beads of pre-come lubing my hand.
“I feel…” Her kisses grew hungry. Her tongue tasted mine as her freed legs wrapped around my hips. She pulled back slightly and smiled against my mouth. “I feel like that wasn’t thirty minutes.”
“The timer must be broken.” I grabbed her ass and squeezed, my hands bumping her still bound ones behind her, and scooted her closer to the edge of the desk and my waiting dick.
She slid right onto it, her pussy taking all of me inside with just one thrust. My god. She was so fucking wet. And tight. Oh, fuck.
She cried out and dropped her head back, the tendons in her neck straining. I dove toward that smooth column of skin and sucked and kissed and bit it while I slammed into her. Her tits, squeezed by the rope surrounding them, slapped against my shirt, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to feel all of her. Without slowing, I ripped my shirt open, and buttons flew in all directions.
There. Now her naked body writhed against mine, roughened by the ropes that still bound her.
She gasped again, her arms struggling to break free from the knots behind her back, but that wouldn’t come until the end. Which would be soon for the both of us.
I drove into her at full-speed, unable to keep from burying myself inside her up to the hilt. She felt too good. Too perfect. I could get used to this.
She met my thrusts with her hips rocking with mine until her pussy’s walls spasmed. Her body jerked, and she cried out as she clamped down hard on my dick. I came inside her, hard and fast, and kept coming, my orgasm wringing everything out of me and spilling into her.
“Fuck, Addie,” I said against her lips. I moved inside her still, slowly, because she felt too good to ever leave.
“Amazing.” She sighed into my neck, her smile pressed into my skin, and I breathed her and the sex-saturated air in deeply.
Reluctantly pulling out, I untied the knots binding her wrists and set her on her feet, but she clung to me, unable or unwilling to stand on her own. I didn’t mind. She wrapped her arms around me, and I held her close.
I breathed into her hair, which smelled as sweet as she was. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“No.” She looked up at me and grinned, her eyes still slightly out of focus from rope drunkenness.
The office door started to open.
Both our heads swiveled toward it, and we jerked apart. Addie ducked underneath the desk. I snatched up my pants from around my knees and fell into my chair, jerking my dress shirt closed minus all the buttons. Shit. Leaning my elbows casually on the desk, I glanced up. It was the custodian, vacuum in hand.
I waved him away. “You don’t need—”
He pressed the vacuum’s on switch and waved back.
I leaned back with a sigh while the vacuum drowned out everything else. My jacket wasn’t anywhere to be found to cover up my ripped-open shirt. I started to fasten my pants so I could get up and tell him to leave, but a pair of slender arms slithered up over my knees.
Addie shook her head and moved my hands away from my zipper. There was no way she was thinking I would get hard again so soon after we’d fucked, especially with another guy in the office. But with her deep brown eyes sparkling and a daring smile on her lips, she freed my dick from my pants, still wet with her juices. She stroked it, just the tip, then gradually worked her way down to the base and then back up again. Her hands were soft but firm, and soon she had me hard again.
All the while, the janitor vacuumed closer and closer to the desk, completely oblivious of what was going on underneath it. What would he do if he knew I had a naked woman bound with rope kneeling between my legs and jerking me off underneath the desk? Tell someone? It didn’t matter, though. She was my kink.club match. My dick hardened even more.
Just as Addie settled her hot mouth over my tip, the janitor stopped the vacuum and smiled.
“You’re staying awfully late today,” he said.
I squeezed my shirt closed while trying to block myself off from view with my elbows propped on the table. “Uh, yeah. I’m really…”
Addie sank her mouth down lower, her cheeks suctioning tighter as her tongue lapped at her own juices on my cock. One of her hands massaged my upper thigh, and the other reached into my pants to tickle my balls.
Holy. Shit. What had I been saying?
“I’m really…” I groaned. “Hard at work.”
Addie hummed a small laugh, the vibration from her lips nearly shooting my load down her throat. Out of sight from the janitor, I raked my hand through her hair and fisted my hand at the nape of her neck to stop her, but she was taking me even deeper. My dick twitched and I groaned again, but I tried to pass it off as a cough.
The janitor was frowning down at the floor, nodding. “Yeah, I bet you are.”
Shit. That was where Addie’s clothes were. Well, he knew exactly what was going on, then.
“I’ll just finish up and be on my way,” he said and started up the vacuum again.
I groaned in agreement and in pleasure as Addie took almost my whole length into her mouth. Her lips pumped harder, faster. Her hand stroked me, too, while the other juggled my balls. I’d never had a woman give as good as she gave.
I sagged back into my chair, done caring about the janitor, and sank both my hands into Addie’s hair to guide her mouth over my cock. My buttonless shirt fell open to reveal my chest, but all I could focus on was the bound girl on her knees in front of me and what she was doing to me. My balls tightened. I was going to come, and there was nothing I could do stop it.
With the vacuum still roaring and the janitor’s back turned, I bellowed my release, straight into Addie’s mouth. She drank it all down, milking every last drop.
7
Addison
I’d never been so turned on in my life. The ropes added a level of pleasure I’d never known. They squeezed and rubbed so deliciously that I’d slipped away from myself, high on the sensations, and set free by my bonds. It made no sense, because how could being tied up with rope set me free? But it had. I definitely wasn’t the same person now as I was before because of Cyrus. His expertise both with the ropes and without blew my mind. The man was a stallion.
Forget the work reward; I just wanted the reward.
He stood and helped me to my feet, my legs still wobbly from kneeling both on his desk and underneath it for too long. The pain was worth it, though, because I couldn’t get enough of him.
I kissed him, grinding the heat of my naked pussy against his thigh.
“I want to fuck you with the rope,” he said, his breath fanning my cheek.
“And your tongue?”
He growled. “On the desk. Legs spread.”
I gasped as desire pooled in my throbbing, soaked pussy. It made me dizzy how much I wanted him. I scooted back onto the desk, my legs spread wide, and lay back with my heels on the edge.
His tongue sliding over his bottom lip, he smoothed his palms up over my knees, spreading them wider, and then dipped his head between my thighs. He took hold of the ropes below my breasts and tugged, chafing the fibers over
my nipples, while he pressed his face to my folds. “I can smell how wet you are for me, Addie.”
“Yes.” I writhed underneath his touch, begging for more.
At the first flick of his tongue, my back bowed off the table. He sucked and licked and teased with the same skill he kissed my mouth. Maybe better. It honestly didn’t matter. My head was swimming as I raked my fingers through his silky dark hair to hold him there. My hips thrust against his face, and I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to.
I’d never thought the man I’d always wanted would have me tied up on his desk while fucking me with his tongue. I almost thought my rope drunkenness had drifted me into another reality until I looked down at him. He was gazing up at me, and a wicked grin curled his lips as he pulled away slightly.
“What this reward system needs is more rope,” he said.
I laughed, girlish and breathless and more carefree than I’d ever sounded. The rough coiled bands of the rope in Cyrus’s hands rubbed gently against my clit, and my laugh turned into a loud moan. Probably loud enough for the guy with the vacuum in the hallway to hear. At this point, I was beyond caring about anything other than Cyrus and all the hot things he was doing to me.
While he teased my clit with one end, he prodded the other end into my pussy. Every band rubbed against my sensitive walls, but it didn’t hurt. Far from it. Especially when he towered over me, his forearm muscles flexing while he worked both ends of the rope. He dragged it back out and pressed it back in again, his fingers sliding inside me too. His movements were methodical, but his gaze was soft, almost worshipful. My hips bucked, fucking the rope and his hand.
I moaned. My insides shuddered. Another orgasm was quickly mounting, but I wanted him inside me. A quick glance down the front of his pants showed he was ready. I wrapped my toes around his backside and hauled him closer. “Your turn, boss.”
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