CHAPTER 12
Guilia
The moment Guilia bit Tay, their entire body froze, and then relaxed, the way they had when Guilia had first touched them with the rope.
She was learning about them, about their body. It was the thing she loved most about tying someone—registering the way their breath hitched when doing a particular tie and knowing exactly what to do to get them to relax altogether.
And Tay needed to relax. Guilia was sure of that, for certain.
Taking Tay’s arm, she started to move it in large circles, reaching across their chest and then back out, opening up their entire body. It was a movement not dissimilar to dance, a remnant of a ballet class taken long ago. She leaned forward, pushing Tay’s body forward, and then leaned back, pulling them back with her.
There was resistance, and a couple of times she had to take Tay’s arm and shake it about gently until Tay stopped trying to hold themself up, stopped trying to help, and just flopped their arm down.
“That’s it,” she whispered in their ear. “Give it all over to me. I’ve got you.”
“You’ve got me,” repeated Tay. “You’ve got me.”
“Exactly, tesore. Trust me.”
When Tay had relaxed enough that Guilia could manipulate their body into moving how she willed it, she finally did a single column tie around their wrist.
They sighed again, and that sigh was so deep that she knew that she’d done the correct thing. She let Tay’s arm dangle for a bit, moving it back and forth until their fingers danced in the air, tracing patterns that neither of them could see.
Then Guilia moved the rope so that Tay’s arm crossed their body, holding themself in place.
“Hold on here,” she said, and they obeyed immediately. “See Tay, you’re not naughty. Look at how beautifully you follow my orders.”
They huffed out their pleasure at that and held on tighter—a little too tightly.
“Not so tight, conigliette. I need your fingers to be able to click if you lose your words.” That was the nonverbal sign they’d agreed upon.
Tay nodded, and their head bobbed almost weightlessly from side to side. They were sinking into subspace, and it was beautiful to watch.
After that, Guilia oscillated between sharp, quick movements that took Tay by surprise, and longer, languorous ones that made them hum in pleasure. For hum they did. It seemed as if they were always responding, sounds bright in their throat and on their tongue. If Guilia did anything that Tay liked, she knew it.
Eventually, she leaned back on her knees and looked at what she’d wrought.
Tay was partly stretched out—rope around one wrist attached to a hard point above their head—and partly curled up—the other arm tucked protectively around them, and thenbound in place as the rope made its way across their chest and between their legs.
She’d managed to position Tay so that their legs were spread, a knot on the rope kissing their clit. That particular rope placement had brought forth a moan.
“Okay,” she said then. “That’s the start,tesore. Are you still green?”
Tay moaned, as if they’d forgotten how to speak, and then managed to clear their throat and whisper, “Green, Daddy.”
“Such a good conigliette. My little rope bunny.”
A smile danced on Tay’s lips, and Guilia traced it with her fingers, before leaning down and kissing them hard. She sucked Tay’s lower lip between her teeth and swallowed the pleading sound that Tay made.
“Excellent. I’m very proud of you, Tay. Do you think you can make me prouder still?”
Enthusiastic nodding followed that question, and she chuckled again, before running her fingers across Tay’s chest. Their nipples had tightened into hard buds as Guilia had tied them, and when she tweaked one, Tay made a muffled sound.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Is that not hard enough for you?”
This time she twisted the nipple, tugging at it until a strangled cry tore from Tay’s mouth. “Fuck.”
“Already? But I’m having such fun.”
