Guilia leaned forward until her lips almost touched Tay’s again and Tay wanted to lean into her kiss, but when they moved to do so, Guilia moved back. “Uh uh, use your words, conigliette. You’ve got this.”
“I would like to be topless, and have the rope press in, indenting the skin across my chest and torso. Maybe have it move across my nipples, and have you brush against them with your fingers as well.”
“Gently?”
Tay wanted to die. This was so embarrassing. “No. Not gently, Daddy.”
“How about twisting and pulling?”
Tay made a strangled noise.
“Now now, Tay, that’s not a word.”
“Yes! Yes that’d be great. Please.”
“And how about your cunt? Covered or uncovered?”
“Uncovered.” They were muttering now, barely able to look up and make eye contact. This was some kind of torture. “Rope between my legs, pressing up against my clit.”
“I’m very proud of you,” said Guilia, and even though Tay wasn’t looking at her, they could hear the smile in her voice. “You’re doing excellently. Anything else?”
“I’d like Daddy to fill up my cunt please.” The words were whispered, so Guilia had to lean in to hear. She pressed a kiss to Tay’s cheek, and it felt like a brand.
“I think I can manage that. With my fingers?”
Tay nodded, and Guilia must have sensed how much this had taken out of Tay, because she didn’t push them to answer out loud. The nod sufficed.
“Where would you like to do the scene? On the floor in here, or on my bed?”
“Bed please,” whispered Tay. There was something reassuring about a bed, and it had blankets and coverlets and all sorts of things that Guilia could wrap Tay up in after their scene.
Standing, Guilia offered Tay her hand, and they took it, shuffling along behind her into the bedroom. The bed was bigger than Tay had expected, with hard points attached to the walls, and there was a chest at the end of the bed that Guilia opened with one hand, just as she led Tay to sit on the bed with the other.
“Undress for me, conigliette?”
The endearment, “little bunny,” made Tay blush and drop their head in acquiescence. They were wearing a skirt and large black boots—that took longer to take off than Tay expected, their fingers flummoxed by the laces—and a huge sweater that almost covered the skirt entirely. Nothing constraining their chest, and only plain black boxers beneath their skirt.
Taking those off was the most nerve-wracking, but when Guilia looked at them, Tay didn’t see someone assessing different body parts, working out how they made up a human.
Guilia just saw them.
The rope she’d pulled out from the chest was jute, and it looked scratchy, but it had clearly been treated and was surprisingly soft against Tay’s skin.
The sensation of it had Tay’s eyes falling shut without them even intending on doing so. Everything in their body just focused on where the rope met their skin, running across their wrists in small movements that had Tay shivering.
“Green?”
Their eyes blinked open and saw that Guilia was smiling down at them. “Oh, sorry. Yes, green.”
“It’s all good, Tay, tesore,” she said. “Just close your eyes and let me transport you.”
She settled behind Tay, her legs bracketing Tay’s hips, and slowly, surely, ran her fingers across Tay’s skin. It was too soft at first, almost ticklish, and when Tay giggled and jerked away, Guilia huffed out an “ah” and changed the pressure. Alternating between nails and soft fingertips, she traced patterns all across Tay’s body, until Tay simply couldn’t cope any longer.
There was no rope, and thoughts were starting to trickle back into their head. Panicked, they reached out—eyes still closed—and felt around for the rope.
When their fingers felt the roughness of the jute, Tay clutched at it, only to have Guilia move the rope out of their reach.
They keened then, mourning the loss of the rope, the loss of the quiet, and Guilia leaned forward and gently bit their shoulder, and Tay went entirely still.
