by Shay Savage
“But you do tie him up a lot?”
“When he needs it, yes.”
“And what’s that like?” I ask. “I mean, I’m assuming it’s not quite the same as it is with me.”
“It’s not.” Cree sits up straight, stretching his back and shoulders before relaxing again. “The mechanics are similar but without the more sexualized intimacy.”
“I have a hard time picturing that.”
“When I tie Rocco, he’s usually stripped down to his shorts, so there is a lot of contact, but I don’t touch him as intimately, stroke his body, or kiss him in the process. The connection is more from me to the rope to him. His main focus is on the rope, not who is tying him. I tie him because he’s comfortable with me, but it wouldn’t have to be me doing the tying. He’d be fine with someone else he trusted, too.”
“Trust is a big part of this.”
“Absolutely. You can’t have this without trust. When you let me tie you, you were making yourself completely vulnerable to me. If I violated that trust, I’d be a much bigger asshole than the dude who didn’t want to use a condom.”
I nod and look down at my hands for a moment, thinking about how it felt the first time he wrapped my wrists behind my back.
“I do trust you,” I say softly. “Is that weird? It’s not like I know you that well, but I trusted you from the very beginning.”
“I felt that,” Cree replies just as softly. “All the more reason for me to make sure I never betray that trust even if I get a little rough with you.”
“Trust is a hard thing to come by.”
“And impossible to regain once lost,” Cree replies without hesitation.
I glance up at him, wondering if he’s experienced such a loss. He speaks again before I can ask.
“You’ve had trouble trusting in the past, haven’t you?”
“I guess so.” I glance away, my heart feeling as if someone just filled my chest with ice water.
“You don’t have to talk about it,” Cree says softly.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Maybe not to other people, but yeah.”
“Can I tell you why?” I ask, immediately wishing I hadn’t said anything.
“Of course.”
“It’s also about why I’m afraid of water.”
He reaches over and takes my hand but doesn’t say anything. I stare at our hands as I take a couple of breaths.
“It’s my father,” I say quietly, and Cree tightens his grip on my hand a little. “It’s not really his fault, but it is. I mean, he couldn’t really…” I huff out a frustrated breath, unable to form the words. “I just can’t trust him anymore. I want to, but I can’t.”
Cree remains silent as he strokes my palm with his thumb, and I try to pull myself together. My chest feels tight, and the burning sensation behind my eyes threatens to let loose the tears.
“No matter how much therapy we’ve all been through, I can’t get over it,” I say quietly. I’m being vague, and I know it. I take another deep breath. “I was a daddy’s girl, and he was supposed to always protect the family. We did a lot of outdoors stuff—hiking, camping and such—and we were canoeing down a river…”
My voice cracks, and I have to stop for a moment. I press my lips together and close my eyes briefly, anticipating Cree’s questions, but he says nothing. After a minute, I open my eyes, determined to get it out as quickly as possible.
“My brother drowned,” I say softly as I stare at the floor in front of me. I continue in short, choppy sentences. “We were in a lot of rapids. The canoe tipped over. It was an accident. He was twelve, and I was eight. We both fell out when a wave hit us. My father grabbed me, but he couldn’t reach my brother in time.”
Finally, Cree speaks.
“Oh shit, Kas.” He lets go of my hand and wraps his arms around me instead, pulling me close to him. “Yeah, I can understand why you would be afraid of water.”
I sob against his shoulder, no longer able to keep it all in. I feel Cree’s arm leave me for a minute, and then I feel the rough touch of a rope around my back. He entwines us both, creating a second embrace around me. He doesn’t tie any knots but holds the end of the rope in his hand, binding us together.
I begin to relax, the fear and panic washing away as I feel our connection through the fiber of the rope enveloping. I imagine the energy flowing from his body to mine to his again like the electrical impulses that pass from one neuron to the next, bringing messages of peace and safety. My tears end, and I can breathe more easily now.
As I calm, I look up at Cree and try to smile at him. He releases the rope, and it drops to the floor around us. With a quick move of his hand, he tosses it off to the side, then brushes tears from my cheeks with his thumbs.
“I don’t like talking about it,” I finally say. “It’s why I was so quiet in high school. I never really got over it.”
“I’m so sorry.” He holds me tightly. “I wish I knew what else I could say.”
“That’s when I lost trust in my father. It’s not fair to him, but I can’t help how I feel. I’ve avoided water ever since then. I wouldn’t go anywhere near rivers, stayed away from rain puddles, and I didn’t even take baths for years, only showers.”
“With everything you just told me, I’m…well, I’m touched you trust me at all. Thank you for that.”
“I’m the one who should be thanking you,” I say. “Really, Cree, I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a long time.” I blush, afraid I’ve said too much, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “It’s good to trust someone again.”
“I’m glad it’s me,” Cree says. “I suppose that’s selfish, but it’s true.”
“I don’t know why that would be selfish.”
“It is,” Cree says and then shrugs. “I’m glad it’s me and not someone else. That’s purely for my own benefit, not yours, so it is selfish. I suppose I’m feeling a little possessive.”
“Well, I’m glad it’s you, too.” I’m not sure how I feel about the word possessive, and it makes me wonder about the preferences he mentioned before.
“Good.” Cree strokes my arm softly.
Everything he’s done has been soft and gentle, but that’s not the sort of thing he’s talked about, and my curiosity gets the better of me.
“You said you liked it rough, but what we just did wasn’t rough at all, not until the end. The rest of it surprised me because it was so gentle.”
“I tried to keep it slow and sensual,” Cree says. “Rope can be a lot rougher and faster.”
“I might like that.” I didn’t actually mean to say the words out loud, but I can hardly take them back now.
“Would you?” Cree’s tone changes, and I hear something a little dark and maybe even ominous in his voice. “Would you, really?”
I pause, mouth open, and think about just what he might mean.
Right before he stopped, I had been a bit frightened. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to breathe, but Cree showed me there was another way. He promised he wouldn’t choke me, and I believe him.
I trust him.
Directly before then—before he put his hand on my neck—I had been undeniably excited, and he had been a bit rough. I’ve had fantasies about being held down though I never have admitted it to anyone. It all seemed so forbidden, so wrong.
But I liked him being rough, and considering what he’s already told me, I shouldn’t be nervous about telling him.
“Yes,” I whisper. I clear my throat and say it louder. “Yes, I think I would like that.”
“You’re sure?” Cree’s eyes darken as a sly half-smile emerges. “You need to be really sure.”
“I am.” My hands start to shake along with my voice. “If you’re up for it, anyway.”
“Oh, I’m up for it.” Cree glances down and then back to me. The bulge between his legs says it all.
“I mean, you’ve already tied me up twice. I have to imagine that can get a little tiring for you.”
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sp; “It will ultimately wear me out.”
“I don’t want you worn out.”
Cree grins as he moves forward, grabbing my ankle and pulling me toward him.
“I don’t need rope to keep you tied.”
Chapter 9—Cree
I yank Kas’s ankle, pulling her onto her back, and then leap on top of her. With my left hand, I grab the hair at the back of her head, making sure I have a good grip. I grin down at her maliciously. It takes only a second to grab her right arm with mine and flip her over, using my arm to cushion her fall while using my grip on her hair to keep her head from striking the floor. I place my chest firmly against her back while constraining her legs with mine, and Kas gasps.
“No need for rope,” I whisper in her ear, “but I can use some if you prefer. It’s fun either way.”
Kas responds with some indecipherable grunt. She reaches forward, pressing her fingertips to the floor, struggling weakly.
“You want rope?” I ask again. I tighten my grip on her hair, pulling her head back a little farther.
“Whatever you want,” she finally replies.
“No, no, no,” I say softly. “This is all about you. I’m a little conflicted, personally. I definitely want to tie you up again, but I also want to get inside you as quickly as possible. You have to tell me.”
“You don’t have to use the rope,” she says, and I scowl.
“But do you want me to?”
“Um…”
“Kas.” I let out a growl before I sit up and flip her back over, straddling her hips. Clasping her hands above her head, I lean in close, looking straight into her eyes. “I told you, I want honesty. Always. If you want me to use the rope, you better fucking tell me.”
She stares at me, wide-eyed for a moment, but then nods as she licks her lips.
“Say it.”
“I want the rope.”
“There ya go.” I grin and wink at her.
Slowly, I release her hands and reach down to her waist. I slip her shirt off and take in the full sight of her breasts and neck. I let my fingers gently dance around her skin for a moment, stopping at her hardened nipples. I circle them slowly, then get up on my knees.
I grab both her wrists with one hand and reach for a nearby strand of rope. I shake it once to release it from the bundle, then quickly bind her wrists. I move off of her, grab another rope and knot it around the rails. I connect the two and then move to her legs. With a yank, I pull her body toward me until the rope is tight, holding her arms above her head.
“Isn’t that a pretty sight.”
Kas give me a tight-lipped smile, but her eyes are sparkling with excitement. My cock throbs in my jeans, but I try not to pay too much attention to it.
I tie ropes to each of her ankles though I have no direct plan for them just yet. Kas closes her eyes every time the rope touches her, and I want to give her more of that sensation. More rope goes around her arms, tying them from wrists to elbows in intricate knots. I stroke her upper arms with my hands and lean close again.
“Shoulders okay?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Wiggle your fingers for me.”
She complies, and I see no restriction of movement or discoloration in her hands.
“Good girl.”
I move to her body. It’s a little more difficult with her lying on her back, but I slip rope under her and make a quick harness around her waist and upper thighs and then flip her over to do the rest. By the time I’m done, a perfect harness of knots gives me leverage to move her in any direction I want.
I stare down at her firm, round ass, and I just can’t help myself. I deliver a quick, sharp blow on her right cheek.
Kas squeals and jumps slightly, and I lay my body across her back, mouth at her ear.
“Was that all right?” I ask her.
“It was…unexpected.”
“It’s supposed to be unexpected. I didn’t ask if you expected it. I asked if it was all right.”
“Yes…” I hear trepidation in her wavering voice.
“Yes, but?”
“Just not any harder than that. It still stings a bit.”
My heart pounds a little faster. Slowly, I lay across her back, brushing her hair off her neck as I lean over her. I run a finger over her temple and down her jaw before I place my palm on her cheek. I turn her head toward me and give her a huge smile.
“Thank you for being honest with me.” Though the angle is awkward, I press my mouth to hers, kissing her softly and gently. I stroke the side of her face and run my tongue lightly over her lips before I pull back. “I appreciate that. The more honestly you give me, the better I get to know you. The better I know you, the more mild-blowing orgasms I can provide.”
Kas’s eyes widen for a moment before she looks down at the floor. She tightens her fingers, pulling a little on the ropes as if she’s trying to reach out to me. In my peripheral vision, I see her shifting her legs a little, trying to find more friction.
I lay her head back on the floor gently before I straddle her legs again. I rub my hand over the spot I hit, massaging deep into the muscle before I smack the other side. She tenses up but doesn’t cry out this time.
Running my finger over the edge of her panties, I push the fabric a little closer to the crease of her ass, turning her bikini-style panties into a makeshift thong. I slip my finger down a bit, and my cock responds to the wetness I feel there.
“I think you liked that ass smack a little more than you let on,” I say. I run my finger under the gathered-up fabric and tug a little, putting pressure on her clit from the back of her panties. I pull the cloth slowly from side to side as Kas begins to squirm and moan. “You’re about ready to come, aren’t you?” I chuckle softly as I release the fabric and tuck it gently between her cheeks. “Not yet, needy girl.”
Kas moans again, this time in frustration. As much as I want to just yank her panties to the side, get her up on her knees, and ram into her, I need to hold off at least a little longer. However, a little stimulation would be good for us both.
I push her legs apart and kneel between them, stroking her thighs and adjusting the ropes. They don’t need any adjustment, but she’s clearly enjoying the tension as I pull on them. I place my hands on her hips and pull her toward me, increasing the pressure on her wrists, and press my cock against her. I tilt my hips, rubbing up and down, eyes closed, wishing my jeans weren’t in the way.
“You’re going to be so wet when I get in there, I’ll be balls deep before you can blink.” I reach up and place my hand on the back of her neck, holding her against the floor as I lay across her body, pressing my cock to her ass. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” Kas says with a moan. “Please, Cree!”
“Please what? You begging to get fucked, right here on the floor?”
“Yes!”
“Quite the little slut, aren’t you, Kas?” I tighten my grip on the back of her neck, feeling her tense beneath me. “With no help anywhere around, you let a near stranger tie you down on the floor just to get a cock in your pussy.”
Kas’s shoulders and back tense beneath me, and I feel her start to shake. I press my forehead to her temple and relax my grip on her neck.
“Feeling a little uneasy?” I run my tongue over the edge of her ear. “Still trust me?”
“Yes,” she says as she takes a deep breath. “Yes to both.”
“Do you like it when I call you a slut?”
“Y-yes…” Kas shudders again.
“It feels good to admit what you are, doesn’t it, slut?”
Kas only grunts in response.
I grab the ropes around her wrist and make sure they aren’t too tight before I slide back down her body, adding a few knots down her spine and giving myself an extra handle so it will be easier to flip her to her back when I want to.
I’d like to blindfold her, but I don’t want to push too hard. I also hope to get another opportunity in the future to explore
what she likes and doesn’t like, and I need to keep some activities in reserve.
Besides, all the extraneous thoughts, coupled with the vision below me, are about to drive me over the edge.
The muscles in my thighs are threatening to seize up on me. They are so tight that I have to force them to move the way I want. My dick is throbbing to be released, and all I really want right now is to plunge into her.
Hold off.
Kas hasn’t had good sex, and I want to fix that. I can’t fix it if I’m only thinking about what I want.
Focus on her.
I drop the end of the rope and stroke my fingers down her sides. She tenses for a moment and then relaxes again. I place my palm on her back, run it up her spine, and then down to her ass. I rub the spot I smacked before, stroking slowly before slapping her lightly again. I rub, smack, and rub until she starts moaning softly.
“You really are enjoying that, aren’t you?” I whisper.
I get a whimper in return and chuckle softly to myself. Without warning, I grab the rope and flip her to her back. I bend each of her knees and wrap a rope loosely around her thighs and calves to keep them in position. I push her thighs apart and drag my fingers over the crotch of her panties.
“Shouldn’t you have…?” Kas uses her chin to point downward.
“Have what?”
“Well, taken off my panties first? How will you get them off?”
“Do you think I’m going to fuck you now?” I grin as I undo my jeans. “Oh, no, sweet girl. Not yet.”
I open my jeans and lower them just enough to pull out my cock. I keep my eyes on her expression as I stroke my dick a few times. Kas wets her lips, and my cock takes notice. Still kneeling between her legs, I lightly rub the head of my dick up and down her pussy, watching her squirm.
Kas suddenly goes flush and starts to breathe faster. I realize she’s actually very close, and I don’t want to waste the opportunity. I press my cock firmly between her legs, holding it in place with the shaft lining up along her folds. I lean over her, increasing the pressure and watching her eyes squeeze shut. Her mouth opens; she gasps and then arches her back as she cries out.
Kas’s whole body slumps against the floor as she tries to catch her breath.
