Page 13 of Tied up in Knots (Gummy Bear Orgy #4)

I could pay homage for hours on my knees

Bambi was so willing to let me tie her wrists. I hadn’t intended to tie them but when my fingers grazed the curtain ties my impulse took over. I wanted to see how accepting she would be to my particular brand of kink. More than accepting it turns out.

With her arms locked around my neck and her legs around my waist I walk us into her bedroom. A place so familiar and yet so foreign at this moment.

Her mouth never leaves mine as I set her back on her feet.

Removing my head from between her arms I begin to unbuckle her overalls.

They fall to the floor with a muted thud, and I can see cold bumps raise along her skin as it’s exposed to the cool air of her room.

Soon the stove and our activities will warm the space up.

I run the tip of a finger along her thigh and watch her suck in a shuddering breath.

I quickly remove her boots and pants from her ankles.

Kneeling at her sock covered feet I press hot kisses to her knee and thigh, her bound hands coming to rest atop my head and thread through my hair, pulling at the roots.

The sting of pleasurable pain has me groaning.

Slipping a finger along the strip of fabric between her legs I find her wet and warm. She moans when I suck on her clit through her panties and digs her fingers tighter into my hair.

My dick is throbbing against my zipper and the pressure is both a punishment and a reward. My hips rock instinctually, rubbing my swollen head against the straining material with enough force to ease my growing lust momentarily. At least enough to allow me to continue in my tasting of Bambi.

Hooking my thumbs under the side of her panties I pull them off, only detaching my mouth from her pussy long enough to remove them. Licking a long line through her wet slit and worshiping at the altar of Bambi. I could pay homage for hours on my knees, but I want more. I want it all.

I remain with my head between her thighs for a few minutes, ensuring she’s worked up before pulling away and standing.

The moment I’m on my feet she reaches for my waistband.

Popping the button open and unzipping my pants.

I assist by shedding my jacket and shirt while she pulls my jeans to my ankles.

Expertly might I add considering her hands are still bound.

I kick them and my shoes off and stand naked before her, cock bobbing hard between us.

Her bound hands circle my shaft from each side engulfing me in her hold.

The long strokes paired with the slight rubbing of the rope against my balls and thigh cause blood to rush fast and hard to my nether regions, almost making me lightheaded.

“Fuck Bambi, you’re gonna make me pass out that feels so good.”

“I bet it would feel better with my mouth on it.”

She’s not wrong but in the aroused state I’m in even the thought of being in her pretty mouth has me leaking precum.

“It most definitely would, sweet lips, but I’m in control here. You do as I say, and I say we take this top off.”

I reach for the hem of her sweater and instantly realize my rookie mistake. I tied her wrists before removing all her clothing. I curse and fidget with the garment as if I could magically remove it without having to untie her. I could always cut it.

“How much do you like this sweater?” I ask hoping she says she could care less about it.

“Don’t you dare cut this sweater Warren Graham.”

Bambi glares at me, telling me if I even brought scissors near her sweater we will not be having sex tonight.

“I need to see you, all of you.”

She bites her lip in contemplation, eying her wrists then still clothed torso. She rakes her gaze up and down my naked body, lingering on certain appendages.

“Sit on the bed.”

Demanding little thing. Didn’t I just tell her I was in charge? I raise an eyebrow at her. She jerks her chin towards the bed, and I like demanding Bambi.

I follow her instructions and sit on the edge of her floral print quilt covered bed. To my delight she immediately straddles my hips and presses her hot center to my cock, lifting her arms in the air.

“Pull my shirt off and let it hang at my wrists.”

Curious where she’s going with this I pull her sweater and shirt over her head, letting them bunch at her bound wrists, then unhook her bra and do the same. Now she’s bared to me all her remaining clothes clumped at her hands.

With a flick and flip she tosses the clothing clump over my head and wraps her arms around my neck, allowing me to see all her glorious nudity.

Reaching up I cup her small breasts and rub my thumbs over both nipples. She responds to my touch, breathing heavily and squirming in my lap.

“Now you can have me this way with no clothing in the way.”

“My clever little Bambi.”

Wrapping my hands around her hips I raise her up and line the head of my cock with her entrance. There’s no hesitation in either of our movements. Bambi slowly lowers herself on my length as I help her along, pressing her hips down.

We both moan in pleasure as her pussy takes all of me inside her.

“You feel perfect around me,” I praise, knowing my good girl likes that. I like praising her.

“You feel even better inside me,” she counters. I don’t argue.

Our bodies begin to move in tandem, my hips rocking and hers lifting and lowering. I keep her steady by cupping the round globes of her ass. When she gets too eager, I give one cheek a slap and she yips, the pink flush of her skin spreading.

“You like that?”

She nods, biting her bottom lip. It’s grown pink and plump from her fidgeting. I suck it into my mouth and soothe it with my tongue, pressing it inside her mouth as I thrust up inside her pussy, swallowing her noises of pleasure.

I usually don’t like to be in a submissive position with a woman, but with Bambi I’d let her take me any way she wants. Doesn’t mean I don’t still want to tie her in my ropes and take all control away from her.

My cock thickens inside her tight channel at the image of her completely encased in my ropes.

I would very much like to see that one day.

She seems open to it, maybe I can finally complete a full body tie.

Others were too skittish to attempt more than one binding.

Usually lacking the patience it takes to complete all the knotting and wrapping.

It’s a tediously erotic experience when done properly.

I bet Bambi would be a good, patient girl for me.

My internal thoughts have my arousal peaking and my pace increasing. Circling my thumbs around the crease of Bambi’s hips I press her down hard and simultaneously thrust into her.

“Oh my god, Warren. That…yes…”

“Are you going to be my good girl and come when I tell you?”

“Yes, yes. I’ll be good.” She nods her head frantically, loose strands of her copper hair sticking to her sweat dampened forehead.

“Good,” I grunt and force her hips to grind her clit into my stomach and use the flex of the bed beneath me to my advantage, practically plowing into her from below.

Her eyes glaze and I can feel her cunt tightening on my cock. Fuck she feels perfect, smells perfect, tastes perfect. How did I deny myself her perfection? How fucking stupid am I?

Bambi presses her tits to my chest and the scrape of her hard nipples against my skin has my balls drawing up and the tingle of my orgasm gathering at the base of my spine.

“I’m gonna come, Warren. I can’t hold it off any longer,” she warns.

“You don’t have to. Come with me Bambi.”

As soon as I say the words her orgasm breaks and floods her body. Her pussy clamping down on my length as I bury myself inside her and explode. Pulsing out my own release, her spasming convulsions draw every ounce of cum from my body.

Our bodies shake in synchronism, as we draw pleasure from the other.

I pull her body as close to mine as possible and seal my lips to hers, rocking my hips into her one last time. The sweet mewl she lets out is swallowed by our locked lips.

It takes a few minutes for us to come down from the high our mutual pleasure caused. I remove her binds and the clothes that gathered there, massaging her skin gently to ensure the blood flow hasn’t been restricted.

After gently cleaning her and myself in the bathroom, I carry her back to her bed. The apartment now more than warm, and I slip us both under her quilt pulling her onto my chest. Pressing her still naked body to mine, loving the way she feels against me, even in a non-sexual manner.

I really am an idiot for letting her slip through my fingers when I had her in my reach this whole time. What the fuck am I going to do now?

~

Apparently, think about her nonstop all day.

It’s been another three days, and I’ve snuck into her apartment every night and crawled into bed with her.

Each time using the tie from her curtains to test her comfort with bondage.

I haven’t gotten up the courage to ask her for what I really want yet.

Tonight, I will though. I have to, it’s my last night here.

At least my last full night.

Tomorrow I’ll go to sleep on my boat and wake before dawn to leave. I told them they didn’t have to see me off in the morning, but all three of them insisted they would stay at Gigi’s the night before and say their final good-bye.

So, this is my last night alone with Bambi. Weird how I went from excited to finally be leaving to questioning if it’s the right thing to do.

Because it’s our last night together I want it to be special.

And if I’m going to ask her to let me tie her up to the point of immobility, I should at least bring wine.

Which is why I’m at the liquor mart staring at the shelf of wine and trying to find the one brand I know she likes.

There’s only one and I’m not leaving without it, I know they have it somewhere.

As I lean over, pushing aside white wine bottles hoping to find the elusive one hidden behind them, I hear a voice I’ve managed to avoid for the better part of a decade.

“Warren?” It’s my mother’s voice, and I pray that when I stand up, she is alone.

No such luck. My father, Isaac, the douche bag of the century, stands at her side and slightly in front of her. Always pretending to be the man of the family. Like he’s worthy of being the head of anything. I suppose it has more to do with my mother being a willing submissive.

Interesting.

I knew my desire for bondage had a lot to do with my upbringing, but I never directly made the correlation before.

At least not in such a visible representation.

It sickens me to know I have anything in common with my father.

Makes me wish I didn’t like the bondage and control so much, just so I can say I’m nothing like him.

That I didn’t get off on the control and submission of my partner.

I guess no matter how much physical distance you put between yourself and your parents, one way or another you can’t escape your DNA.

“Mother.” I address my mother but not the man responsible for donating sperm to create me. He’s no more of a father than I am.

“I thought you were running away?” Isaac says in that mocking asshole way of his. You know the tone, the one that no matter what you say always sounds condescending.

“Not running away. Just putting as much distance between you and me as possible.”

My attempt at an insult is apparently funny to him, because he chuckles. And I want to stab him in the eye with my fish gutting knife.

“Aw, poor baby doesn’t like his parents. How typical and average of you. Looks like I was right, and you amounted to nothing. So disappointing.”

Rage boils in my veins and not for the first time I have to physically restrain myself from beating the shit out of this man.

He doesn’t deserve anyone's respect or civility, but the last thing I need is to be arrested for assault twenty-four hours before I’m finally able to escape this place and him.

“Shouldn’t you be used to it by now? I’m sure everything in your shitty life is disappointing.” I’m a little proud of my snarky comeback, especially when it knocks that slimy shit eating grin of his face.

The man who claims to be my father but I’m still unsure he is, steps forward as if he’s going to intimidate me or take a swing.

Neither would be wise. I’m much larger now than I was when I was twelve, and he’s grown a rather rotund beer belly.

He doesn’t scare me anymore. I could easily hospitalize him if I wished.

Would have a few times in the past too had it not been for my friends talking me out of it.

Bambi specifically. She’s too nice for her own good.

Believing everyone deserves a second chance.

Everyone but Isaac Graham. He can eat dirt.

A piss poor excuse for a human like him doesn’t deserve a second chance.

Even though I had no intention of backing down from his advance, my mother reaches out a hand to his arm, stopping him with barely any effort. All posturing and no follow through, now that he knows he would lose.

“Now, now, Warren, don’t upset your father like that. We just wanted to say hello.”

Typical mom, take his side and blame me. Fuck these people and their twisted idea of a family.

“Me? Be upsetting? Never,” I mock. Mom scowls and Isaac sneers. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a bottle of wine to find to drink with my friends before I leave this fucked up town forever.”

I turn my back on them but don’t leave. I do still need to find that white wine for Bambi and I was here first. I don’t even know why they’re in the wine isle. My father only drinks beer and hard liquor.

After a moment of tense silence, I hear their feet stomp off behind me. If I ever needed a reminder of why I was leaving I just got it.

I manage to find the bottle I’m looking for, pay for it and leave. Thankfully my parents are gone by the time I walk out to my truck.

Tonight, will be me and Bambi, tomorrow will be my last day here with my real friends and then I’m gone. There’s too much history and hate in this place overshadowing any good that may come. My friends made it better but sometimes that’s just not enough.