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I let out a whimper. “Help me feel something, Nee. Please. I trust you to take care of me.”
She curled her lips into a small smile, standing and holding out her hand.
“Give me your pain, Archer. I can’t take it away, but I can share it with you.”
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HelookedsobrokenI wanted to cry for him. His panic attack had been horrendous. Lips blue, face pale, eyes wide. I hated that I couldn’t make him feel better or tell him how to get through this. But I could help him find a way to at least connect with his emotions. I thought he was asking me to whip or punish him at first. To give him the kind of dominating scene that he’d wanted to try in Miami, but I couldn’t… wouldn’t do that to him. It wasn’t what he needed, but he did need something.
I thought the chest rope would be enough. I tied it, watching the way it pinked up his skin as he moved. But it didn’t help.
So, now I was giving him themorethat he begged for.
“Turn around. Hold your hands out behind you and press your wrists together.
Taking a shorter piece from the bundle I’d ordered, I wrapped the rope between his wrists four times before tying the knot. Pulling on the binding, I raked my hand through his hair, watching as he arched his back, his soft cock twitching.
“Color, Archer?”
“Green. I’m good.”
“If you even think you want to stop, I want to hear you say it. Now on the bed, on your back, legs bent, feet flat on the mattress.”
When he was in position, I rewarded him with a “Good boy,” and his eyes fluttered close, a look of peace dancing over his face, proving to me again that this was exactly what he needed.
Taking the last two lengths of rope, I began to wrap the first around his ankle, circling it three times before securing his leg in its bent position, thick rope binding him, large knots along the outside between his calf and his thigh. Then I repeated it on his other leg.
Standing from the bed, I stared down at him, arousal flooding between my thighs as I admired the way the rope looked marking his beautiful body.
“Tell me what color you’re at?”
“Green,” he groaned, his cock now semi-hard against his thigh.
Reaching for the sleep mask I knew he had for when he was jetlagged, I crawled up his body, groaning myself as the rope brushed against my breasts.
“I’m going to blindfold you and then I’m going to put my mouth on your body before I sink down on your cock. I don’t want you to think about anything other than the feel of the rope against your skin. Nothing else matters, Arch. Not whether you come, not what’s coming next, or how you should feel. Just focus on those ropes. If it gets too much, I want to know.”
“‘Kay.”
I dusted a kiss to his lips as I slipped the blindfold over his eyes.
“You good?”
His breathing shallowed, and he wriggled in his restraints, his cock hardening as he moved.
“Yes,” he groaned.
I started with my mouth on his neck, running open mouthed kisses down to his collarbone as my hand reached for his cock, palming it, loving the feel of his thick girth.
“Tell me how it feels,” I demanded as my mouth continued its journey south. “I want as many details as you can give me.”
“The rope is rough against my skin. I like the pressure the knots add. My hands are numb. I’ve got pins and needles in my fingers.”
He groaned as I circled his nipple with my tongue, blowing gently, watching it pebble.
“The ropes rub when I move. It’s making my skin warm. Your mouth is wet. My cock aches. I can feel the precum leaking from me, but I’m worried I won’t be able to come.”
I nipped the skin on his pec, making him cry out.
