Tay went up on their tiptoes, pressing their lips against Guilia’s and she let everything else melt away into the background. All that mattered here, now, was this.
This time, it was Tay whose hands dipped beneath Guilia’s shirt. “Want to get naked, Daddy?” they said, their voice a little breathless.
“Si, conigliette.”
“Little rabbit, eh? Does that mean you’re going to turn me into your rope bunny again?”
“‘Turn you into’?” Guilia’s mouth was by Tay’s ear and she could see them shiver each time she breathed out a word. “No no. Youaremy conigliette, my rope bunny, now and forever. But you are correct in that I do think that you deserve some more rope time.”
CHAPTER 25
Tay
Those words struck at Tay’s very core. There was something about the mere thought of rope that promised calmness and a stillness that often eluded them in their everyday life. And now Guilia was promising to tie them up again.
They undressed each other in something like a frenzy, each of them barely pausing for breath, kissing and stroking and touching, and when they were done, Tay’s head was spinning.
“Come, sit here,” Guilia said, gesturing to the edge of the bed.
Tay shuffled forward and plonked themself down. They could feel the coverlet, cool beneath their butt, and wriggled on the spot.
“How would you feel about me blindfolding you?” asked Guilia.
It wasn’t something that Tay had done before, but they could see the benefit of it, especially when paired with rope. “I think that could be fun,” they said.
The scarf that Guilia used to blindfold them was so soft Tay could have cuddled up and fallen asleep with it as a binky. They kept reaching up to stroke it and then dropping their hands to flap by their sides.
“You good, conigliette?” Guilia’s mouth was suddenly by Tay’s ear. Her breath was hot and her words sent shivers down Tay’s spine.
“Yes, Daddy,” whispered Tay.
There was silence then, and Tay strained to hear what Guilia was doing. There was a whisper of sound and a quiet knock as she opened the chest at the end of the bed where Tay knew she kept her rope.
Then came the familiar whoosh of rope as Guilia ran it through her fingers. The mere sound did something to Tay’s heartrate—not speeding it up, like one might assume, but instead settling it. Calm descending over them until their breathing evened out and they were able to let go.
Guilia hadn’t even touched them with the rope yet, and already Tay was feeling relaxed.
Then the kiss of rope against skin, and lips pressed against Tay’s cheek. “Are you ready, tesore?”
“Yes, Daddy,” whispered Tay.
Being blindfolded changed this. With their eyes open, Tay could see what was happening, predict where Guilia was going to go next, work out what she was planning. But with eyes closed, the scene took on a different experience altogether.
There was no anticipating what move Guilia was going to make, and even the most simple of column ties took Tay by surprise. They felt unanchored, floating and it sent them hurtling into subspace quicker than they’d ever experienced. All they could do was exist, and in existing, they pleased Guilia. They knew that, could hear it in the little noises of pleasure, could feel it in the smiles against their skin.
There was no topping from the bottom, no trying to help Guilia get a particular knot right.
Tay got to float.
They got to drift away from the thoughts that so often pulled them down and be fully present in their body.
They weren’t in charge anymore. They did not need to make decisions, or try to be pleasing, or even be the perfect partner. None of that mattered.
None of that existed.
Just Guilia.
“Tesore,” she whispered. “Mi conigliette. You’re doing so well.”
