Page 74 of The Deals We Make
Sometimes, she rolls her hips forward to get a little more pressure, which tells me I’m leading her to where I want her: a place where all the demands made of her disappear as her focus shifts to the rope and knots and my touch.
I pause and grip her chin so I can look closely at her face. Her cheeks are flushed. Her eyes are silently begging me for more. I don’t see any signs of panic or fear.
“You’re being such a good girl for me, Calista. Nod or shake your head…are you doing okay?”
She nods twice, and it’s enough for me to feel good about continuing.
I take her hands and encourage her to kneel up for me so I can slide the rope between her legs and then move behind her so I can feed the rope up the crease of her ass and through the very first knot I made at the top of her back.
Gently, I pull on it until the rope is taut, but not so tight it causes too much discomfort.
Next, I begin the process of weaving the rope to make the dress. It wraps around each side, threading through the loops I created down her front and back again.
Each loop on the front turns into a diamond.
Rope creates the outline of a bra, making Calista’s perfect small, yet round, breasts with pink nipples stand to attention. When that section is complete, I tug on both of them as I kiss her. I pull and roll them between my fingers. Her hips twitch, and she groans as the happy knot rubs over her clit.
“Ah,” she gasps.
I press my finger over her lips. “Shh. I promise I’ll make you come if that’s what you need. But not yet.”
My cock is rock hard. It rubs against the tightness of my denim.
I make sure the rope is snug as I switch it in front of her and behind her, crisscrossing it, looping it, until the rope is exactly where I want it.
Time slows, even for me.
The world outside this room fades as everything coalesces on Calista and the red ropes wrapped around her body. The way it contrasts so beautifully against her golden tanned skin.
“You’re fucking perfect, Calista.”
I create the last knot at the base of her spine, then begin the process of weaving the surplus rope up and down her back, going over and under the existing rope lines.
Calista tries to kneel down again, but the happy knot shifts on her clit. Quickly, she moves back to kneeling up. I step back so I can admire her.
Her body is a work of art. From the curve of her hips to the thin line of hair on her pussy. And she’s as in this moment as I am.
I walk around her slowly, building anticipation.
Next time I tie her up, I’m going to create a system such that I can suspend her by the rope around her body.
Her neck is so long and graceful. Her shoulders are pulled back, presenting her tits to me. She’s bitten down on her lips so many times, they’re redder than normal.
I remove the clip from her hair and the elastic that held up her ponytail. The combination of her blonde hair and red rope is spectacular.
I reach for her hair, letting the silky stands slip through my fingers.
One thing I’ve learned is I love anticipation. More, sometimes I need it. I grab a pair of cuffs from the wall and unclip them.
Calista offers me her wrists without being asked, and I feel taller than a mountain. She apologized using her words, but there is something altogether cleansing in the way she offers me her trust.
The dark brown leather cuffs are lined with soft fur, and I run my finger beneath them to ensure they aren’t too tight. Then, I hold Calista’s wrists as I press the foot peddle beneath the platform and the platform rises two feet into the air. Once there, I secure her wrists to the hooks on the frame.
She looks like an utterly devilish rope-wrapped crucifixion. Her nipples are at mouth height, and I suck one into my mouth.
“Ti,” Calista cries.
Her nipple gets harder, and when I let it slip from my lips with a pop, it’s a deeper pink. I rub my thumb across it as I suck the other into my mouth. There is the clank of the hooks on the frame, and I feel Calista’s body shake.
