Ikneeled naked in the middle of the bed, and a shiver from the cool night traveled down my spine. My skin had pebbled, and I felt my nipples already hardening. Knox had slipped a blindfold over my eyes before I'd even undressed, and true to his word, it was kind of hard to think about how my belly looked folded in a kneeling position or what the light was doing to my skin if I couldn't see anything. I heard the softshushof the rope being uncoiled from the silk bag, and it whipped and slapped against the hardwood floor as he released the full length of it.
I had been nervous at first, but Knox was so inhumanly good at easing my worries, I didn't feel anything but anticipation now. Knox really cared about my comfort, about my feelings, aboutmy safety. He cared so much that it was impossible to feel anything but confident that I would really enjoy this experience.
The bed dipped and then the scent of Knox's cologne and his warmth told me that he was in front of me. "Wrists a few inches apart," he said, his voice low and soothing. I remembered this from my failed attempt in the closet. I obeyed, holding my wrists out in what I approximated was four inches apart. Knox adjusted them so they were a bit wider, and then he looped the rope over my right wrist. "One of my favorite things about this art form," he said, his voice almost hypnotic in its softness and deep timbre, "is that we have time."
"Time?" I echoed. My heart had kicked up now that he'd started, but he calmly looped the rope over the next wrist. Nothing tight or painful. Yet.
"Mhm," he hummed. "It takes a while. Even practiced as I am, it's a slow process." He tightened the first loop around my right wrist and wrapped it around again. It was firm, and maybe a little scratchy, but comfortable.
"What are we supposed to do if it takes a long time?" I asked with some amusement. "Should we talk about the weather? I could tell you what I learned about keeping lambs in apartments."
He tightened the loop around my left wrist with a snap. It still didn't hurt, but it certainly got my attention. "Remind me of that critter at your own risk."
I grinned lopsidedly. "Yes, sir."
He paused for an infinitesimal moment before adding a second layer to my left wrist. "Careful, Gem. Don't give me ideas about what you should call me when you're in my ropes."
I shifted my thighs together restlessly. "Yes, Doctor."
He wound another layer over my right wrist. So
far, he'd made what felt like thick handcuffs on my wrists connected by one strand between. "What I like to talk about is what you're feeling."
My pussy gave a needy clench. That was both incredibly easy to pinpoint and impossible to say out loud. "I'm feeling… intrigued," I said finally.
Based on the way Knox was tightening the rope between my wrists, I guessed that he was working on some knots in the middle. It brought my wrists together and forced my forearms to touch. "Are you nervous?"
"A little." I swallowed. "But not as much as I thought." Every brush of his skin against mine fired through my thoughts like static shocks. I loved the way he smelled, the way he efficiently worked at the knots, and the feel of his arms around mine as they tied and then retreated. I loved that I could kneel there and that he could see me on display, but all I knew was his touch, his scent, his protection.
"I want you to be nervous." I felt his breath kiss the delicate skin on the side of my arm. He ran his lips up the sensitive area, and I let loose a contented breath. "And then I want to ease your fears away," he continued, kissing my wrists just above the rope cuffs. "I want you to abandon your fears and feel so much that you forget everything else."
My arms tingled pleasantly, and my shoulders sagged as I relaxed. Knox held my arms up as he weaved the rope around my forearms again, continuing the knots and manacles further up. I lost myself in the sensation of the scratchy rope making contact with my skin, wrapping around my forearms securely, and then being jerked tight by Rook's skilled hands. The soft sound of his breathing and mine mingled together, and I found myself entranced by the process.
"Alright," he said softly when he had finished wrapping my wrists and forearms. I couldn't see the configuration, but it feltlike long vambraces with what I imagined was a ladder of knots between them. "Lean forward on your arms and put your knees apart."
I chewed on my lip. "Sorry, wait… with my ass in the air?"
Suddenly he was close, his lips brushing my cheek and his arms wrapping around my waist and shoulders as he drew me close to him. "Do you not want me there, Gem? Touching you?" He caressed my collarbone down toward my breast. "Teasing you?"
"Nng," I groaned incoherently, leaning into him and marveling at how secure and comforting the bindings on my wrists felt. "Point taken." He released me, and I leaned forward, putting my weight on my forearms and settling myself into a doggy-style position. I usually found this position a little impersonal, but then again, with the blindfold and the bindings, I could see how it might be interesting.
Knox ran a hand down my spine, shooting sparks through every nerve ending and giving me a satisfying shiver. When he reached my ass, he smoothed his fingers back up, and I realized he'd taken one end of the rope still attached to my arms and began wrapping it in a harness-style configuration around my waist and hips. "Are you comfortable in that position?" he asked.
I nodded. "It feels good."
"You'll be stuck like that once I do this," he warned. "Give me a light color."
"Green," I replied confidently. "Still green."
He tightened the knot he had tied at my hip, "Alright. Tell me if you get uncomfortable." He slid his hand down my leg and toward my knee. "You look so fucking good like this, Gemma." His strong, confident hands looped the rope above my knee, and I realized that once he tied both legs, he was absolutely right. I'd be stuck like this unless he helped me up. "You have smooth, beautiful skin," he murmured, kissing my lower back ashe expertly tied knots around my leg, "and your ass is criminally gorgeous."
I groaned, already aching between my legs and ramped up from being touched and teased by the rope and his fingers. The fact that it took a little time to get me bound up in the right position only heightened the experience for me. Once Knox had the other leg secure, and my wrists were attached to the harness-like structure around my waist, which then secured my legs apart, I felt strangely exposed but safe at the same time. Yes, I was on full display for Knox, but I had no control over what happened next, and there was a certain kind of release to that realization.
I loved it.
Because he was so much taller than me, so much bigger, Knox easily covered me on all fours and dropped a kiss between my shoulder blades, up to my shoulders, and then to the back of my neck. His hand smoothed down my back again, and this time, as he followed the curve of my ass, he lightly ran his nails up and down my inner thigh. He was so close to my pussy, I lifted my ass to meet him. He chuckled, kissing the other side of my neck, and his fingers brushed my aching flesh. "What do you want, beautiful?"
"You," I groaned.
