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Maybe this wasn’t really sexual for him at all. Maybe this was all part of the game he usually plays. Isn’t that how he said it before? People he plays with. Not in a relationship, not having sex—he just plays.
Maybe that’s all this was for him.
It wasn’t just playing though—not for me. That had to have been the most intimate encounter I’ve ever had with anyone, including the one man I’ve actually had sex with. Both of us had been fumbling virgins, and I didn’t get a lot out of it.
Cree is clearly no virgin.
I wonder what it would be like to have sex with someone who obviously knows exactly what they’re doing. The light touches, the teasing, the dirty talk—all of that has left me with rather damp panties and a still throbbing clit.
We haven’t even kissed.
Maybe that’s a good place to start. I glance over my shoulder and stare at his lips.
He said rope was intimate, and he wasn’t lying about that in the least, but I don’t even know if he wants it to be sexual with me. He was hard, like he said, but I’m pre-med, and I know what automatic responses are. Just because he had an erection doesn’t mean he wants to use it on me. If this was all just an act—playing—he might not want me in that way at all.
This was all about making me feel less anxious, and he definitely did. Even now that I’m thinking about the reason we started this in the first place, I’m not worried about the water below. I’m only focused on whether or not he wants to take this any further.
I glance at his lips again as I lick my own, imagining what his mouth would feel like on mine. At some point, I am going to have to take the chance and just ask to kiss him, no matter how frightening it might be. Worst case, he says no.
And that would be bad. Very, very bad. It’s one thing to realize your crush doesn’t know you exist, but it’s a completely different thing to be rejected outright. I’m not sure I could handle that, not after what he just made me feel.
I can count on my fingers the number of times I’ve seen Cree on campus over the past three years. We obviously don’t share the same classes or schedule. If I don’t ask now, I may never have this opportunity again.
I don’t want this to be over! Not yet!
I take a deep breath and look from his lips to his eyes.
Chapter 7—Cree
“Cree?” Kas turns her head to look over her shoulder, putting us nearly nose to nose.
“Yes?”
“Can I kiss you?”
My dick is instantly hard, and I wonder if she can feel it where she’s sitting on my lap. Very few things are a bigger turn on for me than a sub asking to do something sexual, kissing included.
“Sure.”
I keep my eyes on her, not moving. She was brave enough to ask, but will she be brave enough to go through with it? She hesitates a moment but then leans her head forward until our lips meet.
Closing my eyes, I let her lead. It’s a soft, warm exchange that doesn’t last nearly long enough.
Kas is smiling when I open my eyes, and I smile back at her. I hope my expression doesn’t convey the burning need I have to wrap her back up in jute, hold her down, and ram her with my cock until she’s begging me to come in her.
Again, I remind myself that this is all about keeping her mind off the water below us and the very real danger we are in if no one comes looking for us. In that, I believe I have succeeded. Kas is completely focused on me and on how she felt being tied up and not on the sloshing water or the rain that continues to pound the roof of the century-old building.
In fact, she’s completely relaxed in my arms, and I feel good about that. She’d been so emotional at the end, and it had worried me. It isn’t the first time I’ve had someone burst into tears while in rope. I wasn’t kidding about how intense and emotional it can be. I also wasn’t sure if I had taken everything too far or not, and I’m still not sure I can trust her to be completely honest.
Kas is not used to this kind of blunt communication. That much is clear, and I need her to be. As much as I would like to throw her down and fuck her properly, I’m not sure she’ll tell me to stop when she should.
I like it rough. More precisely, I like to give it rough. More than once, I’ve had a partner tell me to slow down or to stop. I always felt shitty afterward, and it ultimately ruined whatever relationship might have been budding before then. I don’t want that to happen here.
I can go slow. I can be gentle. Right now, I’d give her whatever the hell she wanted just to get inside of her, but I have to be able to trust her first. If she doesn’t tell me when I do something she doesn’t like, I could hurt her, and that would destroy me.
I like Kas, as odd as that sounds, given the circumstances. I also know enough about psychology to realize a dangerous situation can often lead to intense emotions that wouldn’t have occurred over a cup of coffee and that those feelings may fade quickly once the danger has passed.
Ultimately, I don’t want her to regret what just happened. I don’t want her to regret trying rope or letting me undress her down to her panties or letting me touch her the way I did. I don’t want her to regret kissing me or letting me hold her like this. On a completely self-centered level, I want her to enjoy her time because it’s with me. For her sake alone, if she did truly enjoy rope the way I think she did, I want her to be able to experience it with someone else as well, even if it’s not something she wants to continue with me.
