Chapter 21

21

Julie

"I'll admit, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind," Connor said as she moved around him with the rope. He was seated in the same chair he'd been sitting in when he made the offer, though he was completely naked now. "I thought you were going to flog me or something."

"I thought about it," she replied, keeping her focus on what she was doing. The interweaving of the ropes could easily become confusing if she didn't keep track of where she was. She'd worked her way down from his shoulders to his midsection. His hands were already secured behind him with the Takatekote pattern, and she was now crisscrossing the ropes over his middle.

It was like doing macrame, but instead of a potted plant, she was doing it around Connor. The Nij?bishi pattern made pretty diamond patterns down his front. If he was a woman, she would have called it the beginning of a rope dress, but for him, it was more like a rope shirt.

Working on the ties relaxed her. It required her full focus, which meant her mind couldn't wander to things like Dickhole Don, and at the same time, the repeating motions helped soothe her. The fact that Connor was a huge, muscular guy, letting her tie him into place also helped soothe her.

And she did like having him completely at her mercy.

He liked it, too.

His dick was fully erect, and Julie made no effort to avoid brushing against the thick length, though she wasn't deliberately teasing him. With how she was moving around him, she didn't need to be deliberate… She was saving the deliberate teasing for once she had him totally tied down.

"How is that?" she asked, slipping her fingers under the ropes she'd just tied to check that they weren't too tight, even as she asked him. "Anything tingling?"

He smiled at her, almost dreamily. The more rope she'd gotten knotted around him, the more relaxed he'd become, and she was feeding off that, too. With every knot she'd added to the pattern, it felt like another knot released from between her shoulders.

"Just my dick."

Pressing her lips together, Julie did her best not to smile. He wasn't bratting exactly, but he also knew that wasn't the response she was looking for.

Reaching down, she gave the appendage in question a little tap on the head, hard enough to make him groan.

"Just my dick, Ma'am," he amended, startling a laugh out of her.

Dammit.

"You're being a naughty boy, Connor," she said, shaking her head and giving the tip of his cock another hard tap, making it bob in front of him. "I need to know if anything other than your dick is tingling or feeling off."

"No, Ma'am." Undeterred, he grinned cheekily at her. Julie wondered if he was getting rope drunk already.

She couldn't help but wonder how he'd react if she made him fly.

But right now, she was tying him down to a chair, not up in the air.

Reaching up, she patted his cheek, the bristles of his five o'clock shadow rubbing against her hand.

Then she got back to work, making a triangle with the rope around his groin, knotting it just underneath his balls, not quite pressing against his perineum. Connor shifted in his seat, as though he was trying to get a little more comfortable. The positions of the rope weren't going to cut off his circulation, but it was the first bit of rope that was anywhere near his genitals. He was understandably a little nervous about what she might do next.

Fortunately for him, her next stop was his feet.

Kneeling between them, she smiled when her hair brushed against his dick, and he groaned again, the chair creaking as he shuddered. This next part was quick and easy, as she tied each end of the rope around his ankles, wrapping the rope around each leg a few times before tying off the knot at the back, ensuring it wasn't too tight and that it wouldn't get tighter when he moved.

The ropes from his balls to his ankles made a V shape between his legs, a nice little spot for her to kneel while she toyed with him.

Already, she felt a million times better than she had when she'd first arrived at his house. Putting her hands on his knees, she slid them up to where the ropes framed his groin, stopping just short of them, and his dick jerked in reaction.

"What do you think?" she asked, curious to see how he was feeling in the midst of his first experience with Shibari.

"Really good, Ma'am." He smiled broadly, his eyes still hazy. Yup, he was a happy, rope-drunk submissive. "As long as you aren't going to ask me to get up."

Julie laughed. No, she wasn't going to ask him to get up. She was going to torture him instead.

"You're perfect exactly where you are," she said, getting to her feet. Suppressing a snicker, she wagged her finger at him. "Now, don't move. I have to get a few more things."

Thanks to the open floor plan, she could get what she wanted without having to let him out of her line of sight.

Connor

The first thing Mistress Julie got was a blindfold.

The sensory deprivation made him acutely aware of how the ropes felt around him. It was a natural fiber rope, a length that he'd gotten when he'd first joined the kink scene, then never used. He'd actually bought quite a few toys when he'd first joined the scene, some of which had been used, many of which hadn't. Somehow, it felt fitting that its first use was on him rather than him using it on someone else… like part of him had been saving it for that.

Every movement he made, every small shift of his body, moved the ropes. They were wrapped around him tightly but not painfully, and they moved with him. He was hyperaware of the sensations and the feeling of security, as though he was being held, even though Mistress Julie wasn't actually touching him at the moment.

It also made his ears strain, trying to figure out what she was doing, though he had to hold absolutely still in order to focus on that. Because the second he moved, his whole body lit up from the sensations of the rope moving against his skin, and it was incredibly distracting.

The whole time, it felt like his dick was going to break off.

She was doing something by the fridge. Or in the fridge. Or maybe the freezer. He'd heard one of the doors open. His head went to trying to figure out what he had in there that she might want.

A glass of water? Was she thirsty? Or getting more wine?

Ice? That made his balls want to shrivel, but he knew it was a possibility. Sensation play.

As long as she didn't plan on icing his balls, he'd probably be able to deal with it…

Footsteps came closer, and he turned his head in the direction of them, his eyes straining as if he might be able to see through the blindfold. Sadly, no. It was a really good blindfold.

At least now he knew none of the subs who had previously worn it had been lying when they said they couldn't see a thing. He'd liked using the blindfold because it had taken some of the pressure off him when he'd been the one leading the scene. Now, he liked it because it kept him guessing, but he also hated it because he liked watching Mistress Julie.

Seeing her kneeling between his legs, even though she'd just been tying him up, was going to give him fantasy fodder for weeks.

"You know what I realized, Connor?" she asked as she moved in front of him. Something brushed against the inside of his thigh, making him jerk, which moved all the ropes again.

"What, Mistress?" he asked. The strain in his voice was evident.

"I realized we skipped dessert. So, I thought I should have it now."

The slight hissing sound was the only warning he got before something cool and soft landed right on his dick.

Shit! Whipped cream!

The aerosol kind. It wasn't freezing, like ice, but it was cold enough to make him try to jerk away—which, of course, he couldn't. Both the chair and the ropes stopped him. A moment later, he was very thankful for that, as a hot tongue followed the path of the whipped cream, licking it off his dick.

Connor froze.

It wasn't a conscious decision, as though he thought she'd suddenly stop if he moved, but he felt her tongue and instinctively went stock still.

"Mmm."

Fuck. Just the sound of her pleasure made his cock throb in response, the air cool against where she'd just licked the cream from it.

The hissing noise and the chill swath that spread over the length of his cock was very welcome because now he knew what came next. Wet warmth slid over his length, lapping up the cream, making him shudder from the mixing sensations.

"Fuck…" The word came out as a guttural groan as her tongue teased the underside of his cock, all the way up to the extra sensitive tip.

"Not yet," she answered, teasing. He didn't get a chance to respond as she unleashed a whole pile of whipped cream onto the tip of his dick. He winced at the chilly sensation, then gasped as she didn't lick it off—no, she took the whole head of his cock into her mouth, sucking it off and laving her tongue over the tip for good measure.

Then she was gone again.

It was the most frustrating blowjob he'd ever received in his life and also the most thrilling.

Cool cream. The wet heat of her tongue or mouth. And then the retreat. Never giving him enough to truly work his way toward orgasm. Never doing more than what she needed to get her cream. Toying with him and the alternating chill and heat on his most sensitive parts.

She worked her way up and down the shaft, coming back to the tip several times as though she liked hearing him whimper. Connor didn't bother to hold back with the sounds he was making. Why fight it? It felt really fucking good, and he wanted her to know that.

The ache grew in his balls with every passing second, making him squirm in the seat, the ropes rubbing over his skin. She'd done a good job tying him; nothing tightened too much, but he was held securely in place too.

It was starting to drive him up the wall. The need was growing, and while he hadn't held back on the sounds he was making, he did hold back on the begging. Not because he was too proud but because he didn't want her to feel like she had to stop what she was doing if she wasn't ready. While he knew that a dominant would do what they wanted, he was trying really hard to show that he was fully submitting to her control.

That included not begging for anything specific.

Even though it was really fucking hard. As hard as his dick was. And right now, his dick felt like a steel bar. An aching steel bar.

"Fuck!" He practically bellowed the word as her mouth covered his tip again, but this time, instead of immediately moving away, her lips slid down the length, taking him deeper into the wet warmth. It took all of his willpower not to start begging her to just finish him then and there.

Julie

Pulling her head back up, Julie smiled as she lapped the last of the cream from Connor's cock. Giving head wasn't her favorite thing in the world, but she did love the way it brought a man to his knees—metaphorically, since Connor was currently tied in a position that wouldn't allow him to get on his knees.

She'd already taken the time to take off her clothes, so now she climbed up on Connor's lap. The impulse to impale herself on his cock was there, but she wanted to tease him a bit more. Since his mouth was already hanging open as he waited, it was very easy to pull his head forward so she could place her nipple between his lips.

Immediately, he realized what she was doing, and he sucked… Hard. Julie moaned as the sensation shot straight through her, making her insides clench. The tiny bud throbbed between his lips as his teeth scraped delicately over it, the pull of suction coming in pulses.

Closing her eyes, Julie squirmed on his lap, bringing the head of his cock around to rub against her labia, teasing both of them. When he moaned, releasing her nipple, she moved his head to the other one for the same treatment. Rocking on his lap, rubbing the tip of his cock along the wet length of her pussy, she moaned as he suckled her other nipple. The first one was still tightly budded, the air feeling cool against her wet skin, adding to her arousal as the second was engulfed in the warmth of his mouth.

The need was building up inside her, and she teased them both by sinking down a little onto his cock. He groaned again, his mouth still full of her nipple, then sucked even harder. Julie shuddered atop him, her muscles clenching around as much of his cock was inside her.

Then she let herself drop, sliding down his full length, filling herself up. With one leg on either side of him, she was riding him again, almost the same way she had in the Locker Room, but this time, he could lean against the chair, so she didn't have to worry about throwing him off balance. Her hands moved over the ropes, over his chest, and up to pull the blindfold off.

He blinked as he looked up at her, then she began to rise again, and the focused look in his eyes immediately shifted back to hazy. Capturing his lips with hers, Julie started moving.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Taking her time, the way she hadn't been able to at Stronghold.

The way she'd wanted to.

And with him tied even more firmly in place than he had been at the club, she was able to do exactly what she wanted.

Up and down, rocking on him, leaving him tensing and shuddering as he did his best not to cum before her. She used him for her pleasure, grinding her clit against him. The movements made her nipples brush against the rope, stimulating her further as her passion grew, the pleasure swirling inside her.

Finally, she gave in to the urge to move faster, harder. Connor cried out beneath her, his hips attempting to thrust up, making the chair creak again.

"Come for me," she whispered. As her own peak neared, she impaled herself on his cock again. "Come for me, Connor."

Shuddering, throwing his head back, she felt his climax just as her own hit, her body clamping down around his cock as he released inside her. The staggering intimacy of the moment, of their mutual rapture, rocked her to her core both physically and emotionally.

It was the perfect moment.

Too perfect.