Page 37 of Tying Little Tay (Littles of Rawhide Ranch #13)

Tay

That lovely floaty feeling that Tay had come to associate with rope started to descend upon them, so much so that when Guilia walked them backward until they hit the cross, they barely even noticed.

She nudged their feet apart and adjusted the straps before strapping them around Tay’s ankles. “Feet first,” she said. “So that I don’t accidentally stretch you out too much.”

Tay giggled and leaned their head back on the cushioned back of the cross. The straps around their ankles weren’t too tight at all; instead, they felt secure, as if it were Guilia’s hands holding them in place. It was very calming.

And sexy.

Tay could feel how wet they were already and no one had so much as flicked their clit. Legs spread, their cunt was dripping desire down their thighs and they couldn’t even close their legs to put relieving pressure on their clit.

“Don’t worry,” said Guilia, noticing their squirming. “I promise that your clit will get a lot of attention.”

Tay wasn’t sure if that was a promise or a threat.

They weren’t sure if they wanted it to be a promise or a threat.

Next each arm was lifted as rope was run through handcuffs, leaving Tay’s wrists dangling. “You’re turning me into your puppet again, Daddy.”

“My little marionette.” Guilia tugged on the rope to make Tay’s hands dance, and they giggled again, the sound slightly more sluggish now. The straps around their ankles, the rope around the wrists, it was all contributing to the subbiest of headspaces.

“Look at you,” said Guilia. “All laid out bare for me.”

Tay squirmed at that but couldn’t move very much. They were surprised by how much they liked being restrained; previously they’d always longed for freedom, to do exactly what they wanted, but rope felt like there was someone there to catch them when they fell. If they fell.

Guilia laughed and stepped forward so that she could kiss Tay. Tay followed her lips when they lifted, frustrated as their arms stopped them from getting another kiss.

“Oh, are you frustrated, conigliette? That’s okay; I think I can do something about that.” Guilia walked swiftly over to the corner of the room where she’d placed the aftercare bag, and then pulled out a very large wand. “Would you like this?”

They definitely did, but they knew that they were in for more teasing, they could tell.

“Maybe.” The word was a challenge, delivered with an eyebrow raised, and the gurgle of laughter that Guilia gave was lovely in response as she walked back to the cross.

“Oh, you want to be cheeky?” Reaching out, she caught Tay’s right nipple and twisted it.

“Fuuuuuck.” Tay’s curse was quiet and heartfelt. They loved that Guilia remembered throwaway comments that they made and put all of Tay’s desires on the table. And they loved the harsh usage of their nipples, even as it made them ache.

Guilia leaned in, took the other nipple between her teeth and tugged, never letting the other go.

“ Daddy .”

All of a sudden, both nipples were free from her touch, and her mouth was by Tay’s ear. “Go on, tesore , would you like the vibrator?”

“ Yes, Daddy .” Tay was begging and they didn’t care who knew it. “Give it to me.”

When the vibrator kissed Tay’s clit, they almost came apart straight away, but it was moving, never staying too long in one place. They thrust their hips, trying to follow it, follow the vibrations that promised them such pleasure, but each time it was too far away. That seemed very unfair.

“But you said maybe,” teased Guilia. “What if you change your mind?”

Tay almost growled.

It was all too light. They needed pressure, they needed pressure building in every extremity of their body, taking over until they exploded, and Guilia was withholding that, which felt very unfair indeed.

Guilia, on the other hand, seemed to think that it was hysterical.

Tay hadn’t really seen this side of their Daddy before, and they weren’t entirely certain how much they were enjoying it.

No, that wasn’t true.

They fucking loved it and hated that they loved it in equal measure.

Finally, when they thought that they might expire (because Tay was just a tad dramatic on occasion), Guilia pressed the wand up against them and then they thought they might expire for sure.

Usually, when lying on a bed they had the ability to move, to shift away from the vibration when it became too intense. But that ability was removed with the St Andrew’s Cross. Their ankles being restrained had more of an impact than Tay had expected, and now they were having to take it.

It’s what they’d wanted, and now that they had it, they didn’t know what to do. They thrashed against the ropes, pulling and groaning as waves of pleasure started to wash over them.

This wasn’t coming.

This was being bulldozered with pleasure, having every drop of desire wrung from them and Tay trembled on the cross.

There was relief there too though. They weren’t able to get free, no matter how hard they tried, so it meant that they had no option but to give themselves over to it, to not fight it or flinch away from that ever-demanding pleasure.

When they started crying, Guilia met their eyes, and asked, “Green?”

Tay tightened their grip on the metal marble in their fist and nodded. “Gre-ee-n.” And then they leaned forward so that they could bury their face in Guilia’s neck and just let everything go.

Their senses flooded, every cell in their body overwhelmed, all they could do was cry out as the pressure in their clit and cunt suddenly subsided and they came one more time.