Page 41 of Tied up in Knots (Gummy Bear Orgy #4)

Inch by glorious fucking inch

When we finally get home Warren has to make two trips from the truck to bring in all the presents. Then, just as promised, he runs me a bath and joins me in it. He eases the tension between my shoulders with a body melting massage.

My stomach is so large at this point that it pokes out from the water like a floating island. Warren cups the water and drizzles it over my island stomach. His hand resting on it once he’s coated it in warm water.

It’s still a little surreal to me to be here with Warren, for him to be here with me. It’s strangely everything I’ve always wanted. Maybe not in the order I anticipated, but to be with Warren, to have a family with him, that’s all I need. He and our child are all that I need.

“How do you feel?” Warren asks from his place behind me cradling me in his lap and arms.

“Thoroughly washed and ready for bed,” I answer suggestively.

I’m ready for bed alright, just not for sleep. He also promised he would use his ropes again and I’m going to hold him to that. I can’t see his face, but I can feel the prod of his cock in my back. He understands my meaning just fine.

“I think I can help with that.”

We exit the bath and Warren towels me off, spending extra time and attention on my breasts and stomach. One he holds soft and reverently, the others he cups and squeezes wantingly. The brush of his fingers over my nipples sends pleasurable shock waves straight between my thighs.

Warren leaves me standing naked in our bedroom as he rustles around in the closet, hopefully looking for the rope he promised me. He reappears with a bundle in his hands, black silky looking ropes. It looks like there’s more than one this time but shorter than the turquoise one he used before.

“I promised you my ropes, but I’m not going to restrict your movement. None of your limbs will be restrained. You’ll be able to move the entire time.”

“What are you going to tie up then?” I ask, because how does it work if I’m not restrained?

Last time he bound my arms to my sides and my calves to my thighs. If I’ll be able to move the entire time, is he just going to wrap the rope around me and not even tie any knots?

“I’m still going to tie you up Bambi. My knots will still decorate your perfect skin, frame your tempting breasts, line your arms, and cradle your stomach. But I need you to be safe, and that means the ability to move all your limbs without restraints. I can’t risk your, or our sons, safety.”

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 him to 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.

Inch by glorious fucking inch he slides inside. He doesn’t stop until he’s pressed flush against me, his entire length buried in me. We both moan in satisfaction when we feel his base bottom out.

My noises are incoherent mumbling and praise as he begins to move. Pulling out and slipping back inside. All the while holding the weight of my belly so I can focus on him and the pleasure he’s giving me.

I grip the back of his neck and try to hold still so he can keep us balanced and so he can keep fucking me in those long strong strokes.

“More,” I demand when his pace remains steady. I need more, I need to break.

Warren grunts and groans as his pace increases, finally. As soon as his restraint breaks his thrusts become hard slaps and I relish in the sound and the sensation. His cock hard and thick rubbing at all the right places.

One of his hands releases my belly but I don’t feel the weight pull so he’s still holding me up with his older arm.

The muscles flexing and tightening beneath the ink.

With his free hand he cups one breasts and pinches my nipple causing me to scream in pleasure.

He rolls the hard sensitive peak and pumps faster when my pussy clamps down on his cock.

I’ve been on the razor's edge, and I can feel myself tightening, ready to fall over that edge.

“That’s it, Bambi. Fuck you feel amazing. Come for me love.”

He pumps faster, hitting deep and hard and when he pinches my nipple again my climax explodes.

Waves of pleasure wrack my body and I can feel my pussy clench and clamp down hard on his cock.

Warren groans and when he buries himself deep inside I can feel him throb and pulse, releasing his own climax.

He stills behind me his face buried in my neck and we both shake and come down from our orgasmic highs. The entire time his arm remains strong and tight around me, holding us both up.

My arms slip from his neck, drained of strength and about as solid as wet noodles. He presses kisses to my neck and shoulder and the sensation sends tiny shock waves through my body, resulting in my pussy tightening around his length still inside me

He chuckles and pulls out while still holding me. I’d probably fall right over if he didn’t. With strong sure arms he redirects me to lay on my side on the bed. I go willingly, letting him prop my head on a pillow and fuss over me.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my temple.

He leaves only to return moments later with a rag and gently cleans me.

I’m pretty much a useless blob of warm and gooey pleasure at this point.

I don’t see Warren moving around but I can hear him.

At some point he returns and I feel my body pillow placed between my knees and the blanket pulled over me.

Moments later Warren’s warm body engulfs me from behind, his hips and chest lining up perfectly from behind.

His arm draped lazily but protectively across my belly. His fingers fiddling with the ropes.

“Is it okay to leave the ropes on?” I ask sleepily.

“They’re fine for now. I didn’t tie them too tight. I’ll take them off before they cause any issues. Rest for now.” he presses another kiss to my neck and I do as he says.

The next morning when I wake the ropes are gone and there’s not a single mark on my skin.