Page 13 of Nix and Tell (The Arun Nixes #1)

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Chlo

A fter establishing safewords Violet stands up. “Come undress me then,” she whispers and I all but fall to my knees in worship.

Her dress comes off with a shimmy and a wriggle, and the slip she’s wearing beneath it is silken, and moves with her body. I can see each curve as if the material is painted on.

Where’s my rope?

With a flick of my fingers, I catch at the material. It’s cupro, a type of fabric that’s made from cotton, which means that it’s ever so susceptible to my kind of magic. Another flick and the slip flies up and over her head, and folds itself neatly on the sofa.

“That’s cheating,” she says, in a voice that’s suddenly husky. “What happens if you cheat, Chlo?”

I don’t reply, just wait for her judgement.

“If you cheat, you have to wait to come.”

“I can do that,” I say, but as she fills my arms I’m not sure if I’m going to keep my word. She’s luscious, melding against me as she kisses me. I’m drunk on her, on the sight and sound and the touch of her. Gods, the touch of her . She’s as silken as the cupro I’ve just put aside.

“You going to rope me up, or what?”

There’s a bang as the wood of the toy chest in my bedroom swings open, and knocks against the bedframe, and then rope snakes its way towards us.

I pick it up and wind it around my arm until I get to the bight, the middle part. The rug on my floor doubles as a mat, and even though I’ve never brought a lover home here, I’ve practiced ties on myself many a time. It’ll be comfortable for Vi, without having too much give to it.

Seating her between my legs, I run the rope across her arm, all the way down until it reaches her fingertips. “This is jute. It’s been used as rope for thousands of years, and it responds particularly well to me.”

The rope is as familiar as my own skin; I’ve been using it for so long that I know exactly how it reacts in any given situation.

I run it through my fingers, and at the sound Violet goes still.

Completely still.

“Where are you at?”

“Green,” she whispers. “Green. It’s just that there’s nothing like the sound of rope to calm me.”

“I can see that,” I say, leaning forward and kissing her shoulder. I’m fully dressed, completely contrasting with her nakedness. I use the material of my clothes a bit like I use the rope, to brush against her skin and heighten the sensations that she’s experiencing.

“You’re taking your time,” she murmurs, but her words are without sting. They’re soft and caressing and she’s definitely heading towards that lovely place that rope can send you.

It’s the same place her nips and bites send me.

The first column tie I do, is around her wrist, so that I can move it and manipulate it as I like, and then I give into an urge that I’ve had since forever, and half move, half enchant the rope to move.

“More cheating?”

“Only if you like.”

“Oh I like, my sweet girl, I most definitely like.” And even though her wrists are tied, and one arm is wrapped about her chest, holding her bust up so her breasts don’t pull on her back… despite all of that she manages to tug at the rope until I lean forward to kiss her. “Much better,” she says, and bites my lower lip, pulling it into her mouth with an intense suction that makes my head almost explode.

I moan and continue moaning as I move her body this way and that, trying different pressures out. Her body was made for rope; the way it frames her beauty, a masterpiece of art. And as we move together, it feels almost hypnotic.

I’m technically in charge, technically the one with all the ‘doing’ actions, but I’m paying such close attention to her, to her reactions, that it’s as if she’s silently directing the scene herself.

The rope is tight against her skin now, and when I let the jute run down between her legs, I let the magic dissipate, taking it in my hands.

“No cheating here?” she whispers.

“I want to touch you before the rope does,” I explain. My fingertips brush against downy curls and she moans now, the first proper moan she’s emitted and it’s electrifying. I want to hear it again. Need to hear it again. Beneath her curls is her clit, and when I stroke it she moans and her body jerks in the rope.

“Again,” she orders, and I stroke again and again, my fingers becoming slick with her desire.

I pause for a moment, to tie a knot in the rope that will kiss her just there, and she growls in frustration.

She. Actually. Growls.

“Did I tell you stop?” she demands, and I can’t tell if I want to brat her until she makes me beg mercy, or just fall at her feet and worship now.

I offer her the knot in the rope and she grumbles at me. “Okay, yes, that is very acceptable, but hurry up please. I would like to feel that now.”

I’m careful as I tuck it beneath her legs, and then roll her onto her side, so that she can grind against it as I move the rope back and forth in tiny, miniscule details.

“Look at me,” she says, and I position myself so I can watch her pleasure, and see her face at the same time. “Look at what you do to me Chlo.”

Her whole body is flushed pink, nipples rosy and cheeks flushed. Her breathing is more erratic and she’s close, I can tell that she’s close.

“Come here.”

I come so close that I can feel her eyelashes flutter against my skin, and then she’s nudging my head to one side and fuck .

She bites my neck as she comes.