Page 79 of Downpour

“It shouldn’t hurt, so let me know if it does. Got it? I’ll watch your skin color, but if your hands or fingers start tingling, speak up immediately.”

Brooke nodded.

“Words, baby girl. I need to hear you say that you understand.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “I understand,” she whispered.

My arms were sore from PT, but I managed to pull myself onto the bed and sit in front of her. It took everything in me not to start touching—tasting—teasing. I wanted to bury myself in her.

She was like the sun. I wanted to get close, even if it meant getting burned. I wanted to be consumed by her again and again.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said as I looped the ropes, draping them around the back of her neck like a scarf. They came together in a knot an inch from the top of her sternum.

My cock twitched against her leg.

“Do you feel what you do to me, baby?” I murmured as I wrapped the rope in bands around the tops of her arms, fastening them to her sides.

Brooke panted. “I want to feel your cock. Put it in my hand?”

“I love hearing those naughty things come from your perfect lips.”

She gasped as I passed the ropes beneath her breasts. The tension pushed them forward, and I couldn’t resist pulling one rosy nipple into my mouth. Brooke gasped again, struggling against the restraints.

“I’m going to tease you until your pussy is crying for this cock.” I ran a finger through her slit, then coated her lips with her own arousal. “But I don’t think you’re wet enough yet.”

I shifted on the bed until I was behind her. Taking my time, I secured the ladder of knots that ran down her spine. The rope tails had just enough length to loop them around the creases of her thighs, forcing her legs apart, trapping them in the tension between the ropes binding her arms.

I touched her fingers, squeezing them to check their color and temperature. “Wiggle your fingers for me.”

She did, brushing them against my hand.

“‘Atta girl.”

I admired my handiwork as I listened to her breathing. She looked like a goddess. A masterpiece.

“You look stunning.” I hooked my hands into the bands of rope around her ribs and used it to pull myself up onto my knees. I pressed my chest to her spine. My cock pushed against her ass. “How does it feel?” I asked as I brushed her curls to the side and kissed the back of her neck. I looked over her shoulder at her breasts and thumbed her nipple.

Brooke gasped. “It... it feels...”

“Feels like what?”

“Safe,” she whispered. “Warm. It feels like you’re holding me, even when you’re not.” A high pitched whine escaped her lips when I slid my fingers through her pussy. “I feel like a statue. Like I can’t move, but I want you to look.”

I squeezed her tit. “You’re breathtaking like this. Arch your back for me.”

She had a little room to maneuver, so she pushed her ass against me, but not much more.

She let out a whimper with each scrape of the ropes. They were smooth, intended for bondage, but the fibers against her skin were a new sensation.

I had created a modified version of a dragonfly harness, hoping it would give me leverage and stability while holding onto her. I slid my left hand under the stack of knots along her spine and wrapped my fingers around them.

Brooke whimpered as it pulled against her breasts.

I reached between her legs and found her clit. She jolted and pulled against the restraints.

“You good?”

“I need to come,” she pleaded.

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