I gave her a grin before I went to the adjacent wall, where multiple toys and devices hung. A piece of rope was looped around several of the pegs, and I brought it over to the chair. Sophie silently watched me as I circled the coarse, unforgiving line around both ankles, going higher with each rotation until I reached the middle of her thighs, and that was where I knotted the ends.
“I can’t spread my legs.”
I smiled. “I know.”
She blinked several times. “What are you doing to me?”
“The same thing you’ve done to me.”
“What does that even mean?”
I went behind the chair, my face close to her ear as I reached toward her chest, flicking her nipples with the outside of my thumbs. “Let’s start with this.”
She arched her back. “Mmm.”
With each caress, she was pulling against the rope and belt.
“I want you still.”
“I can’t. It feels … too good.”
“Do you want me to cut off your ability to speak?”
Her nostrils flared as she exhaled, her body straining to halt her movement.
“I’ll put the thong right here to remind you of what will happen if you’re not still and I need to tape them into your mouth.”
“Asshole.”
“That’ll get you taped even faster, FYI.”
She turned her face and took my earlobe into her mouth, biting down as I pulled her nipple so hard that she whimpered. That sound made my dick throb. But I knew her pain only lasted a second, as I quickly rubbed it out by rolling her nipple between my thumb and pointer finger to soothe thesting. Each stroke eased her down, a touch so tender that she probably didn’t recognize it.
I did it again and again.
And after the fourth scream, I needed to see just how wet she was. I stretched my arm further until my fingertips were at her clit. With her legs locked together, that was really all I had access to.
That little bead was so fucking hard.
I gave it a fast swipe, using enough pressure that made her buck.
She released my earlobe to shout, “Ah!”
“You want more?”
“I want to come.”
My hand hovered, and when it lowered, it slapped her clit, the pressure as hard as before, but the impact had to be jarring. That was what I wanted—for her to constantly question what was coming, to expect nothing and enjoy everything.
“Agh!”
I ran the tip of my finger around her mouth, circling like it was a racetrack before pushing between her lips. She swiveled her tongue around it, adding spit to my skin, and when I removed it from her mouth, I tapped the flatness of my nail on her clit.
“Fuck,” she cried. “Yes!”
My patting turned harder, faster, fiercer, like the beak of a bird insistently hitting wood, until her body began to shake.
“Oh! Shit!”
