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“Bene,” confirmed Tay, taking the marble and weighing it in their hand. “Sounds like a plan, Daddy.”
They stepped up to the St Andrew’s Cross, reaching out to feel the padding and get a feel for it, and as they did, Guilia came up behind them, pressing up against their back and kissing their neck.
The shiver that ran through their body hinted at the pleasure that had been promised them.
Guilia caught one of their wrists, kissing up their arm, and then looped it with rope, a column tie deftly put in place, before turning her attention to Tay’s other wrist.
CHAPTER 37
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 alotof attention.”
Tay wasn’t sure if that was a promise or a threat.
They weren’t sure if theywantedit 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 madeand 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?”
