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Warren directs me to sit on the edge and kneels in front of me. With the minimal height of the mattress that puts us almost at eye level.

“I’m going to start with your chest and arms and work my way down. Okay?”

I nod. “Okay. I trust you Warren, and I want to do this. I want to know what it feels like.”To be everything you want, and someone worth staying for.

I keep that gem of a confession to myself and smile softly, reassuring him. He uncoils the rope which makes a muted thud as it hits the rug covered floor.

Chapter 10: Warren

Otherwise, my balls are going to implode

It takes nearly forty-five minutes for me to get Bambi properly tied in my ropes. I may have gotten distracted a time or two by her nipples, the swell of her breast, the curve of her hip and ass. I already knew exactly what knots and patterns I was going to use on her before I arrived.

Diamonds down her front, framing her perfect tits, a lead tied to the center knot right between her breasts. Her arms are bound at her side, restrained completely and anchored to her hips instead of her back. I didn’t want to hurt her shoulders and wasn’t completely sure of her flexibility and circulation. I didn’t want to risk hurting her. Especially since I plan on leaving those on for a while.

Her legs are bent at the knee with a ladder of knots trailing up her outer thigh, holding her calf to her thigh, forcing her to remain in one position.

She looks beautiful like this, and my cock has been straining with the erection of the millennium throughout. I’ve never had a woman so thoroughly restrained. My caerulean ropes striping her skin from neck to ankle are beautiful. I have the sneaking suspicion they wouldn’t look as perfect on any other woman, only her. Only my Bambi.

“Perfect,” I whisper reverently. “How do you feel?”

Bambi sucks in a breath and her tits press against the ropes as her chest rises, the bonds forcing her to arch her back just enough to extend her chest out in the most enticing way.

“Wet. Horny,” she answers unexpectedly.

I thought she would say something like,okay, restrained, tightor something along those lines. Not wet and horny. Although the evidence of her arousal glistens between her parted thighs.

God, I want to fuck her like this. Would she let me? Either way I need something. Otherwise, my balls are going to implode.

Standing in front of her, I stroke myself, relieving the tiniest bit of pressure. In this position her mouth is perfectly aligned with my groin. Without thought I tell her to open her mouth, and she obeys. Her soft pink lips parting and tongue already reaching for my length.

She really is perfect.Why the fuck did I stay away again?She’s always been there for me throughout the years. Made me smile when the weight of the world wanted to force me down. Accepted me no matter how many times I got arrested. She even stayed my friend when I slept around like a harlot to pay for the restoration of my boat. She doesn’t know that’s why I did it though, and she never will. I’d rather her see me as a horn dog than a dick for hire. Even now as I reveal to her my most inner twisted desires, she doesn’t even flinch. She goes willingly, wantonly.

I just wish this realization came at a better time. Like ten years ago, when I could have started something meaningful with her. Built something resembling a life here. Not now. Now that I’ve kept her out of my heart for so long and can finally escape my family forever. But maybe?

All thoughts flee as soon as her lips connect with my cock. Swallowing inches of me as I slide inside her hungry mouth. She sucks and hums around my shaft, finally giving me some realrelief. The feel of her taking my cock has my mind blanking and my body relaxing.

I look down at her, gathering her ponytail in one hand as she glides up and down my length. Arms tied to her sides, legs immobilized and spread wide. I watch her body strain against my ropes as she continues sucking me down her throat. She can’t take all of me, but that doesn’t matter. She takes as much of me as she can, and when I feel my head bump the back of her throat, I make sure to pull back so she doesn’t choke or gag. But I can’t stop my hips from shifting.

With her ponytail of red locks still gripped in one hand I reach for the leash I created at her chest, coiling the rope around my hand and wrist. Gripping the fibers in my fist I use the tension to pull her closer, effectively forcing my cock further down her throat.

Bambi’s doing so well, breathing through her nose and sucking on my cock every time I allow her to pull away. Tonguing my tip and treating it like a sugary lollipop.

My head drops back, and I stare unseeing at the ceiling. Focusing on the feeling of her in my hands and on my dick. The slick slide of her tongue and slight scrape of her teeth. The rope tightening in my grip as I pull her closer and hold her there.

“Fuck that feels good.” I release the tension on the rope and allow her to pull off my cock. She sucks in deep breaths and licks her lips. “Does my good girl want to feel good too?”

Her fingers dig into the comforter at her sides, the only movement she’s currently capable of.

“Yes, please.”

“Very well. Since you asked so nicely.”

Unwinding the rope from my fist I let it fall and rest at her side. Should I tease her while she’s in this position? Or should I release her legs? Decisions, decisions.

I decide on untying her legs. She’s not used to being in this position and for the first attempt, I think that was more than enough time. Her arms and torso however stay bound.

The ropes come away faster and easier than they went on, leaving slight indentations on her freckled pale skin. I can’t help it and reach between her thighs, stroking her center and clit as I move from one leg to the other. She moans in appreciation and sways forward. Maybe next time I’ll keep her legs restrained and her arms free.