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My heart swells and my body relaxes. I trust him completely, since we were children and until we are old and wrinkled.

“Okay, then.” I nod and hold my arms out to him in invitation. “Tie me in your ropes then.”

Warren prowls towards me, dropping the pile of ropes on the edge of the bed, holding on to one end that he drags behind him. His cock stands at attention, hard and throbbing between us. The tip of it brushes my stomach when he gets close enough and he groans.

I would think he was suffering if I didn’t know better. He likes this. He likes being turned on to the point of pain and desperation. It’s all part of why he likes the rope bondage. The control over another and the anticipation and blissful torture on himself.

He begins wrapping the black rope around my chest first, circling my breasts and creating a diamond pattern down my cleavage. The rope then goes down one arm then the other. As he promised I can move normally without issue, but the sensation of the rope snug around me is…comforting. It makes me feel safe and loved.

A second rope is tied and wrapped around my waist then he makes loose knots and patterns across my stomach. I can barely feel the tightness there. He’s keeping the knots loose so there’s no pressure at all on my belly. The precise attention and affection he gives our unborn son has heat prickling behind my eyes and water begins to blur my vision. I quickly blink away the tears and refocus on his still rock-hard cock to redirect my attention. It does the trick and I’m no longer on the verge of crying but I’m pretty sure I’m drooling.

“Are you almost done?” I ask breathily, hoping like hell he says yes. My pussy is throbbing and with every passing second I grow more and more needy.

“Yes. Just two more knots.”

He finishes the two knots and steps back to admire his work. I can’t see the ropes on my legs since my belly is in the way, but I can feel them. I know that they extend to my knees and cradle my hips. He’s essentially made me a suit of rope.

“Beautiful,” he whispers reverently under his breath as he stares at me.

Feeling beautiful I saunter over to the bed and perch on the edge, spreading my legs and leaning back on my hands for himto admire more. It has the desired effect, and he growls in the back of his throat as he grips his cock and squeezes.

“Bambi, don’t tease me,” he groans.

“Isn’t that the entire point of rope bondage? To tease?” I bite my lip and hope I don’t look completely stupid.

Apparently, I don’t because he makes it to me in two long strides, eyes filled with purpose and lust. Bending down he slants his lips over mine and slips his tongue against mine, devouring me in his kiss. One of his hands slide down to cup between my legs and rub at my wet pussy. His thumb circling my clit and I moan into his kiss.

I’m so sensitive that I’m already shaking with pent up electricity. Waves of euphoria bouncing through my body, from my nipples to my clit and running up my spine.

“Warren,” I whimper when he breaks our kiss.

“I know love, don’t worry, I’ll make us both feel good. Up,” he commands, directing me to stand.

I knew I’d have to reposition since I shouldn’t lay on my back this far along in the pregnancy, doggy style is usually the safest and most comfortable. So it doesn’t surprise me when he turns me around to press my back to his front. Instead of positioning me on my hands and knees however, he wraps an arm under my belly and cups one aching breast in his large hand.

“I want to try a new position I think you’ll like.”

I’m pretty sure I’d like any position he puts me in, but that’s beside the point.

“Okay,” I easily agree. He’s going to learn that I would agree with just about anything he wants to do to me.

“Put your knees on the bed.”

I slide one knee then the other onto the bed as he remains firmly pressed to my back, his hard length rubbing against my ass. That feels good too.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he says, and I reach up behind me to hold on to his neck and strong shoulders.

Two tattooed arms slide down my sides and between my thighs spreading me to where he wants me. Then he positions his hands under my belly and lifts slightly like when he’s relieving my back of the weight of my stomach. Instantly I feel lighter as he holds me.

Then I feel something else. His cock, hard and thick sliding between my ass cheeks and then between my thighs. I suck in a breath when I feel him rub against my pussy and press against my clit.

Oh, he was definitely right. I am going to love this position.

“How does that feel, Bambi?”

“Fucking amazing.”

Warren chuckles but doesn’t stop rubbing his length against me, wetting me to the point of obscene, but in the best way. When he’s got me panting and wriggling in his hold trying to press my ass back into him, he finally lines his cock up with my entrance. Thanks to his ministrations and my eagerness he slips in easily.