22. Vex

22

VEX

T here is nothing hotter than a woman battling her demons to do as you ask.

As I stroke the top of Calista's head, a tactile praise for dropping to her knees, I can only imagine what those demons are.

I'm guessing no one tells her what to do in that job of hers.

And I'm guessing the reason she's single is because she's never trusted a man enough to rely on him. But I'll show her I can bear the weight.

But if she wants me as much as I want her, she's going to have to learn.

When I see little goose bumps ripple over her skin, I glance over at the thermostat to make sure it's excitement and not cold causing them.

In the drawer are some extra supplies I need. The rope scissors are a must. I practice my craft on a mannequin I keep in the closet, but when it comes to tying up a human being, anything can happen. A knot too tight, a woman who refuses to say her safe word, a panic attack… Rope scissors can cut rope work off in seconds.

I also grab a large clip and reach for her ponytail. I tug on it, pulling her head back, and place my mouth to hers, kissing her until she moans against my lips.

My cock throbs against my jeans, but this isn't about me. Carefully, I wrap her hair up, so it won't get caught in anything I'm about to do.

I take a moment to light some candles and dim the lights.

Then, I slip my Henley over my head but leave my jeans on.

At least, for now.

As I've got work to do.

I take her hand and encourage her to stand. "Kneel on the platform."

It's padded and won't be hard on her knees but allows me to walk around her as I need to.

I reach for some red rope from the wall that is perfect for a beginner. While she'll definitely feel what I'm doing, I don't want to abrade her skin with some of the rougher ropes I have.

I find the center of the length and stand behind her as I place the rope over her head.

When she glances at me over her shoulder, wide eyes and a lower lip gripped between two teeth tell me she's nervous. I smile and stroke her cheek, so she knows I see her.

I create an overhand knot behind her neck to create a loop of rope. As I do, I take in how soft and smooth her shoulders are, how long her neck is. Never really paid attention before.

I move to stand in front of her and create a second knot, just below her collarbone. When I'm done, I stroke my fingers along the top of her shoulders and wink at her when she looks up at me.

I see the whisper of a nervous smile touch the corner of her lips.

I wouldn't define myself as a Dom in the same way Halo would. It's not as much of a compulsion for me as it is for him, as a method of control. I certainly don't enjoy spanking or paddling a woman. But I love the drama of creating a scene, of being with a woman who hands her body and orgasm to me completely.

And I sure as fuck love the patience Shibari requires.

More, I love the aesthetic when it's done.

I love the flow of the rope through my fingers as I pull it all through the knot I just created by her sternum. A rope dress requires several of these knots down her body. By her rib cage, in line with her belly button, and the final knot, often called a happy knot, that lines up with Calista's clit.

I deliberately allow my fingers to brush over her clit as I do so.

Calista gasps and sighs as I touch her.

Sometimes, she rolls her hips forward to get a little more pressure, which tells me I'm leading her to where I want her: a place where all the demands made of her disappear as her focus shifts to the rope and knots and my touch.

I pause and grip her chin so I can look closely at her face. Her cheeks are flushed. Her eyes are silently begging me for more. I don't see any signs of panic or fear.

"You're being such a good girl for me, Calista. Nod or shake your head…are you doing okay?"

She nods twice, and it's enough for me to feel good about continuing.

I take her hands and encourage her to kneel up for me so I can slide the rope between her legs and then move behind her so I can feed the rope up the crease of her ass and through the very first knot I made at the top of her back.

Gently, I pull on it until the rope is taut, but not so tight it causes too much discomfort.

Next, I begin the process of weaving the rope to make the dress. It wraps around each side, threading through the loops I created down her front and back again.

Each loop on the front turns into a diamond.

Rope creates the outline of a bra, making Calista's perfect small, yet round, breasts with pink nipples stand to attention. When that section is complete, I tug on both of them as I kiss her. I pull and roll them between my fingers. Her hips twitch, and she groans as the happy knot rubs over her clit.

"Ah," she gasps.

I press my finger over her lips. "Shh. I promise I'll make you come if that's what you need. But not yet."

My cock is rock hard. It rubs against the tightness of my denim.

I make sure the rope is snug as I switch it in front of her and behind her, crisscrossing it, looping it, until the rope is exactly where I want it.

Time slows, even for me.

The world outside this room fades as everything coalesces on Calista and the red ropes wrapped around her body. The way it contrasts so beautifully against her golden tanned skin.

"You're fucking perfect, Calista."

I create the last knot at the base of her spine, then begin the process of weaving the surplus rope up and down her back, going over and under the existing rope lines.

Calista tries to kneel down again, but the happy knot shifts on her clit. Quickly, she moves back to kneeling up. I step back so I can admire her.

Her body is a work of art. From the curve of her hips to the thin line of hair on her pussy. And she's as in this moment as I am.

I walk around her slowly, building anticipation.

Next time I tie her up, I'm going to create a system such that I can suspend her by the rope around her body.

Her neck is so long and graceful. Her shoulders are pulled back, presenting her tits to me. She's bitten down on her lips so many times, they're redder than normal.

I remove the clip from her hair and the elastic that held up her ponytail. The combination of her blonde hair and red rope is spectacular.

I reach for her hair, letting the silky stands slip through my fingers.

One thing I've learned is I love anticipation. More, sometimes I need it. I grab a pair of cuffs from the wall and unclip them.

Calista offers me her wrists without being asked, and I feel taller than a mountain. She apologized using her words, but there is something altogether cleansing in the way she offers me her trust.

The dark brown leather cuffs are lined with soft fur, and I run my finger beneath them to ensure they aren't too tight. Then, I hold Calista's wrists as I press the foot peddle beneath the platform and the platform rises two feet into the air. Once there, I secure her wrists to the hooks on the frame.

She looks like an utterly devilish rope-wrapped crucifixion. Her nipples are at mouth height, and I suck one into my mouth.

"Ti," Calista cries.

Her nipple gets harder, and when I let it slip from my lips with a pop, it's a deeper pink. I rub my thumb across it as I suck the other into my mouth. There is the clank of the hooks on the frame, and I feel Calista's body shake.

Sweat appears on her forehead, and I know she is fighting the shift in position she needs because of the way the happy knot feels on her clit.

With my fingertips, I nudge it slightly off her center and place my thumb there instead.

"Please," she gasps.

"I'll do it if you promise you can come without saying a word." I want her brain so entirely focused on her orgasm that she doesn't have the capacity to think of any other thing. I want all the feelings to be so deeply inside that it feels like a contained explosion.

She nods vigorously, and I slide my fingers between her drenched lips.

The thought hits me: I could have had all this so long ago. She could have been in my bed, on my cock, in my rope all this time. Perhaps it's true that time is a cruel master.

And yet, would we have ever gotten here without everything that happened before? How long before she got tired of waiting for me to figure out she wanted me?

I ease my finger out of her, and as I raise it to my lips, she opens her mouth to say something but closes it quickly.

"Such a good girl," I say gruffly.

She soaks up the praise like a sponge.

Strikes me that it's likely nobody has cared for Calista Moray in a really long fucking time. And because of that, she's built her whole personality around being independent and not needing anybody.

I place my finger in my mouth and taste Calista.

The conversation in the truck comes back to me. The impermanence of all this. But, fuck if I don't want to imagine a future where Calista and I play in here for hours. Lazy weekends where I tie Calista into the most complex of positions, where I suspend her and fuck her, and come all over her and the rope holding her up.

I dip my head so I can lick her. Because of the angle, I can't get to a place where I can fuck her with my tongue. But I can tease her clit and slide my fingers into her.

I hear the hooks clank again as she bucks against them.

Her breathing increases, her gasps for air become louder, but she does as I say—she doesn't say a word.

Even when she comes, squeezing my fingers, as her body shakes.

It's a struggle to have the patience to ease her down. I want to fuck her more than my next breath, but I find the composure to unhook her wrists and lower the platform. As I glance down, I see a darkened patch of denim where my pre-cum has soaked through my jeans.

I grab the rope scissors and snip just below her belly button, leaving the top taut elsewhere but removing the knot from her clit. She's light in my arms as I pick her up and carry her to the bed. It takes me all of two seconds to shuck my jeans and put a condom on.

Her golden hair fans out on my pillow. Something sticks in the back of my throat. Words. A proclamation of feelings. The overwhelming sense that in every lifetime she was meant to be mine.

The hope that one day the timing will be right, even if it's not now.

"You want me, babe?" I ask. "Show me."

There's the momentary wrinkle between her eyebrows as she tries to figure out what I mean.

Then, she opens her legs in answer—haven't told her she can speak yet and I love that she remembered.

Sweetest-looking pussy I ever fucking saw.

I climb over her and press my lips to hers before reaching for my cock.

And there has never been a feeling of home quite like it when I slide into her.

She's wet and warm and snug. I'm wide, I know it, but she hugs me in a way that makes me want to come immediately, yet make it last forever.

"Ti," she gasps.

My name from her lips is some kind of special. And it's wild, because I've heard her say it a thousand times. But now it hits different.

Now, it feels like she's mine. The woman in my bed and arms is precious. Worth dying for. I'm never going to leave her vulnerable ever again. Because if Calista isn't the woman for me, no one is.

I speed up my thrusts, hitting it hard.

"Fuck, Calista. Feels so good." The words are punctuated with grunts.

Sensations are in overdrive.

My spine feels like someone connected a live power cable to it.

And when I come, I realize I don't ever want this to end.

No matter what Calista Moray has to say about it.