Will You Dance, Miss Laurence?

by Raven McAllan

  Ava leaned into him and stood on tip-toe to kiss his cheek. "No, you're human. Hey, I was remiss, as well you know. I knew I might freak, but I didn't warn you, even after you asked me if there was anything you should know. So we're as bad as each other. Now, rope?"

  He smiled at her. "Topping from the bottom, love?"

  Ava stuck her tongue out. She hoped retribution was his cock inside her. "Well, if I am you know the answer, Sir."

  "That door over there is a cupboard. Take out a pink rope. I color code the lengths."

  The last one had been blue. Ava wondered as she opened the cupboard door, if pink was shorter? That would mean he didn't dare risk binding her wrists. She wasn't having that. She picked up a blue one and a pink one and closed the door. Something from one of Jane's books took seed and she walked back to Ryan to go down on her knees in front of him.

  "Here you are, Sir, and I've picked the blue one up as well, in case on reflection you think the pink one isn't long enough." She smirked and saw a matching grin flash over his face before it was masked.

  "You're doing it again, Ava. If you want to carry on, you accept what I say, unless you call red. Pink will be long enough." He looked and sounded determined. Well he'd learn: so was she.

  "With respect, Sir, if that rope's shorter I'm calling red. I need to do this properly, to show you my trust, and to feel you trusting me." Her heart was thudding and her mouth was so dry she found it hard to speak. Would he call her bluff?

  Without a word, Ryan took both ropes and uncoiled them. "Look." He held them next to each other and still not speaking laid them side-by-side across the floor. Ava stared as the strands slipped through his fingers and onto the wood. If he touched her like that, she'd be a goner. His fingers were long and elegant and he played the rope out like a lover stroking his partner's skin. Her clit clenched and sent jitters to sting her body. Damn she was wet again.

  At last one length of rope ended, and he looked at her with one eyebrow raised.

  "So love, do I trust you to know your mind or not?" He swung the end of the second rope in his hand before coiling it neatly next to the shorter line. The blue shorter line. There were at least several more yards of pink rope to be used. Ava clenched her thighs to stop her threatened climax. She wasn't going there, not yet. Not when she had a chance to show him her trust.

  'Yes Sir, and I'm sorry. I'm green in more ways than one it seems."

  He raised one eyebrow but made no reply as he gathered the pink rope and centered it.

  "Ready?"

  "Yes, Sir. Green, Sir."

  Ryan nodded. "Stand up, face the mirror and resume the position you took last time."

  Ava bent her head and walked to the pace where everything had gone so wrong last time. She lifted her head, spread her arms and legs and waited.

  Ryan circled her. His fingers rubbed the rope in his hands as he looked her up and down.

  "You know once I've dressed you I'm going to fuck you don't you, Ava?"

  "I hoped so, Sir," she said frankly. "Or I'll be topping from the bottom big time. I'm wet, willing and wanting you inside me."

  "If you try to dictate like that, love, your bottom will be so red you'll be siting on a rubber ring for a week."

  "Yes Sir." She thought red might be good, but not like that.

  "Fine, so this time I'm going to knot and tag you." His deft fingers tied several intricate knots into the rope, interspersed with portions of rope that looked like parcel tags. Ava wished she could get a closer look. The rope made a pretty, scalloped loose collar before it circled her breasts one by one. The look of absorption on Ryan's face as he smoothed the Shibari rope over and around her body, kept her mesmerized. The pattern as he wove and tied held her attention, and raised her libido by several notches. Every few turns of the rope, he demanded her color.

  "Open your legs wider, that's a girl." He passed the ends of the rope around her legs. "One day I'm going to knot this over your clit and watch you try not to come. Not this time though, I want to be able to touch you and fill you easily. Now color, love? And if you're happy give me your wrists."

  Ava waited for the old sick feeling to consume her. Nothing happened, but the relief was overwhelming.

  "Green, green, green, Sir." She held out her arms. The rope circled them once and Ryan looked into her eyes.

  "It's all good, Sir, it's green and I'm wet." How on earth she dared say that in such a blatant manner, Ava didn't know, but the blaze of arousal that shone from his eyes made her ever braver. "I ache to feel you inside me, Sir. I feel alive and all woman."

  He ran his fingers along her slit and into her channel. Ava knew she'd soak them and couldn't care less. It felt like all her birthdays had come at once, and her pun to herself was intentional.

  "Wet for me." There was no mistaking the satisfaction on Ryan's voice. "Taste." He put his fingers, slick with her juices to her mouth and pushed inside her lips. He tasted of sex. Sex, arousal, and her. She could smell her own essence as he played with her mouth. His other hand plunged inside her channel again, and she clenched her pussy muscles around them. Ryan laughed softly. "Naughty, who's in charge?"

  "You are, Sir." It wasn't easy to talk around his digits but she did her best. It seemed he understood. "As long as you remember that, we'll be fine. Are you green for one last tie around your wrists?"

  "Oh yes, Sir."

  Ryan looked thoughtful. He withdrew his hand from her cunt, and waved the hand toward the rope contraption above them. "With that?"

  Ava had forgotten all about that.

  Her juices gushed; there were no other words for it. "Yes, Sir, if you want."

  "Ava, love, we're going to explore so much as we grow together. But not now, now I'm going to use the rest of this rope and then fuck you until we're both sated." Ryan put his spare hand into his mouth. "You taste divine. I can't wait to lap you until you come all over my mouth. Not this time though. This time I want to put my cock into you, and see your face as I fill you, watch you fall over the edge, and hear you scream your completion."

  He ran his hand over the various knots of her rope dress and looked down at his trousers. Ava followed his gaze. The bulge of his cock was unmistakable.

  "Yeah, that's what you do to me. That rope and knot design on you is so fucking beautiful, I forget all my training."

  "It's still green, Sir," Ava said quickly. "I'm as hot as Hades, as wet as a waterfall, and as ready as I'll ever be to have you inside me."

  "Well, never let it be said I disappointed a lady. Don't move." He walked across the room and back to the cupboard she'd taken the rope from earlier. Ava had been much too anxious to check out the rest of the contents. He returned to her carrying a thick duvet and put it on top of the exercise mat.

  "I didn't think we'd make love," he remarked as he smoothed the cover. "So didn't come prepared." Her look of alarm must have warned him, because Ryan stuck his hand into his pocket and showed her several foil packets. "I'm prepared this way, just not bed wise. If I'd realized how hot you'd be and how much I want you, I'd have met you where I do have a nice big bed with restrains attached."

  She shuddered. Dammit, smile. He's not to know.

  "Not happy about restraints on a bed, eh? Noted, and I'll have them removed before I take you there. Do you want me to untie you?"

  "No thank you, Sir, you're going to come in me and make me come while I'm like this if you please. Oh and sorry, Sir, I didn’t mean to top."

  "I know, and oh I please." Ryan helped her to the makeshift bed. Ava watched intently as he stretched her body to show his rope work to its full advantage. "Dammit one day, I so hope you'll let me picture you like that love. The thought is almost enough to make me spill." He toed off his boots and unzipped his leather trousers to shrug out of them, before throwing his tee shirt over his head. His sculpted body towering over her near took her breath away. Ava forced herself to breathe. And this man, this perfect man wanted her? If she wasn't all tied up and all fired up she'd run ar
ound the room singing 'yippedy do dah…'

  He dropped down between her legs and traced the outline of her pussy lips with the tip of his little finger. Ava moaned, amazed that slight touch set off such a reaction. Her body was hot and her skin was damp. The fine hairs on her arms stood to attention, and an inferno threatened to consume her. Ryan leaned forward and took her left nipple into his mouth. He smelt of citrus and man.

  He laved her breast; nipped and sucked until her clit clenched and unclenched like nothing she'd ever experienced. He moved to her other breast to subject it to the same sweet torture.

  "Ah, I'm going to come.' Her channel pulsed. Ryan unlatched and leaned up on his elbows. "Not without me inside you, love." He sat back on his haunches. His cock jutted out proudly from its nest of dark hair. Precum glistened on its purple tip and down the ridged shaft. Ava couldn't tear her eyes away as Ryan grabbed a foil packet and tore it with his teeth. He took out the condom that was in it and sheathed himself. "Ready?"

  "Oh yes, Sir. Any greener and I'd pass for an apple." She felt the tip of his cock touch the mouth of her channel and tried to pull him in faster. Without her hands to help her, it wasn't easy. She had some leeway to move but not enough to her satisfaction.

  He edged in inch by inch. God he was big, and she was stretched further than any cock or toy had done in the past. Not that she'd had much experience with cocks. Her late husband had been the only other one, and if they made them, an extra small condom would have been well big enough. It was no wonder her vibrators were all of the overlarge variety.

  Just as Ava wanted to scream with frustration, Ryan grinned a wicked sexy 'now lets see what we can do' smile and thrust into her with one smooth push, to fill her completely.

  "Color," he gasped as he began to move with long smooth strokes.

  "Green, and now at the risk of being told I'm topping again please just shut up and fuck me. It's so amazing." Ava panted and began to move with him as she picked up his rhythm. "Oh god I need to come, I want to come."

  He increased the pace of his thrusts. "Come then, show me. Scream for me, do it, do it now." The last word was accompanied with a stroke so deep, Ava thought without the condom, she'd be pregnant with twins. He put one had between them and pinched her clit.

  She flew and screamed as his guttural groans showed he'd come. With one final thrust, Ryan collapsed onto her before he rolled onto his back, collecting her as he did so and therefore kept himself inside her but with Ava on top.

  "That love is no fucking. That was lovemaking pure and simple." He stayed still for a moment and then lifted himself from her.

  "Let me untie you, you've been like that for long enough for a newbie." She didn't bother to tell him she was no newbie as such, and that she understood his meaning. Their Shibari play was unique to them, and to that perfect experience, she was new. It seemed like no time at all before she was once more naked. Ava thought how funny that a few strips of rope had made her feel fully clothed.

  "Here." Ryan wrapped the duvet around her. "There's no bath, but you can have a shower."

  Why did he sound so distant all of a sudden? Ava went from sexually sated to all-fired annoyed in one heartbeat. She stood up and poked him in the chest.

  "Is this a wham, bang, thank you mam, here's your hat, don't let the door hit you on the ass as you go out, scenario? There's no need for it, just tell me to fuck off. I can take a hint." She stalked to where her dress was and pulled it on. The straps knotted as she tried to tie them.

  "Damn, damn, fuckety shite." She fumbled with the strings and blinked her tears away. She would not cry again in front of him. A woman had to have some pride somehow.

  "Ava." Ryan took her by the shoulders and held her tight. She could feel his heart beating. "I'm trying to be good here, not to rush you. If I had my way, the only place you'd be leaving here for was to come with me to my playroom, in what one day I hope will be our home."

  Men, why do they need everything spelling out? A gradual tingle of something unknown crept over her. She was happy, happy, and wanted.

  "Well, rush me you idiot. Yes, I'm topping from the bottom, Sir. Take me home."

  He bowed, very properly and took her hands in his.

  "So, will you dance Miss Laurence? My sort of dance?"

  Ava curtseyed. "With pleasure, Sir."

  The smile Ryan gave her as he twirled her round gave her clit another lesson in control as it did its own private Samba.

  Ava grabbed him hard and pulled his head down for a kiss.

  "Anytime, Sir, anytime."

  The End

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