River shakes his head on a soft laugh before grabbing the rope and tugging me towards him. “You’re fucking trouble, you know that?”
I smirk. “Sorry, Sir”
He runs his tongue over his teeth but his eyes sparkle. “Turn around. I’ve got work to do.”
I do as he says and proceed to watch, utterly entranced, as River circles me, weaving the rope down and around my naked torso, creating large diamonds across my chest. He works in silence, absorbed in his task.
A soft breath escapes me when the ropes brush against my breasts and again when he loops the two black lengths between my legs, where my upper thighs meet my core.
He stills when the back of his hand brushes against my center, his voice a growl. “No panties?”
“Oops,” I breathe out, not sorry in the slightest.
River tugs the harness he’s creating, the ropes tightening around me.
I gasp, taking that for the scolding it was as River continues to work.
“When did you learn to do this?” I whisper in awe as the pattern comes together.
“Jack, the man who helped with your mother, taught me when I was in the academy. I wasn’t always as controlled as I am now, and I was never good at taking orders.” He finishes tying a knot. “I find working with ropes meditative.”
I can see why. A firm calmness has settled over me as River weaves the ropes around my body. It’s like when Jude drew on my skin, I’m completely absorbed in watching River as he turns me into a work of art.
When he retrieves another, shorter rope from his chest of drawers and tells me to lie down I assume he’s going to tie me to the bed. Instead, he loops the rope around my right wrist before securing the other end to his own wrist.
He straddles me and tugs on our connected wrists to pull me to sitting. “Is it wrong that I want to keep you tied to me like this forever?”
A battle rages in his eyes and for the first time I realize how much it hurts him, how much itscareshim, to let me out of his sight.
“It’s not wrong to want it,” I tell him softly, “only to do it. You have to let me fly, River, or I’ll end up broken.”
His gaze embeds into mine. “I’d die before I let you break.”
I raise my free hand to the back of his neck and pull him down towards me. “Just love me, River. That’s all I need.”
And he does.
I’m guided back to the bed as River presses his chest to mine and works to free himself from his pants. The rope rubs against the apex of my thighs as I part my legs.
I moan when River presses the thick head of his cock against my core. He draws the tip up and down my folds, gathering my wetness before notching himself at my entrance.
My desperate, needy sounds and his low breaths mingle together as he eases inside of me. River brings our joined wristsabove my head, interlocking his fingers with mine the moment he bottoms out.
He left my dress around my waist so the silk waterfalls past my legs as I hook them around River’s back, drawing him even deeper.
“Fuck me, River,” I say, needing more.
He doesn’t though. He makesloveto me, gliding in and out at a torturously slow pace.
So slow I feel every veined ridge on his cock against my inner walls. Each slight movement is heightened by the ropes rubbing against my body and need and desire climb inside me until I’m so high up I’m floating.
He moves in long, deep thrusts and then his free hand hooks under the harness of ropes on my chest and he lifts me up till I’m sitting on his cock, my thighs straddling his knees.
My hips circle instinctively and River growls, his fist tightening around the ropes.
“That’s it, darling, grind your sweet pussy on me. Take what you need.” He tugs me closer, and the ropes press against my back, the sensation scattering over every part of me.
“I can smell how needy you are. Feel your heat drenching my cock.” His lips crush mine.
