It was embarrassing that my smooth arousal was soaking his pants, but he sounded so pleased with me that I didn’t care.
Shuffling sounds led me to believe that Nicola was digging around in his bag for something else. When he touched my cheek, it was with a different material, one that was rougher. There was a sudden rush of the earthy aroma of hemp, and I sucked in a breath.
Rope.
Really, Nicola intended to bind me. My preconceived notion was that kink couples would literally tie each other up before I saw Mathew’s illustrations. Simple things like tying their wrists to the headboards would suffice.
Mathew’s sketches showed me something much more complex. Like a piece of art, Nicola’s drawing of me had been shaped and stretched by the rope that bound me.
When my heart rate increased, my ears began to pound. I felt my stomach churn and a tingle run through my body as my mouth watered.
Mathew’s voice hummed softly against my neck, sending tingles down my spine. I adore the way you shake, baby.
It wasn’t only Nicola who was difficult. Mathew’s erection was so strong that I could feel it pushing against my privates. I ached for him to shove into me and fill me as he did in the garden, and my pussy cried out for him.
I, too, desired Nicola. For some reason, I was hoping to feel his grasp on me.
Those scratchy filaments slid away from my skin. My breasts became hard pebbles as he dragged the rope over the top of them. I hunched my shoulders and strained my back towards the direction of the stimulus. I jerked and mooed with ecstasy as the rope stroked across my tight bud.
Nicola replied, “You’re wonderful, Sweetheart,” in a voice rich with contentment. You’ll have a blast being on the end of my shackles. ”
It felt good to brush my breasts on the rope again, so I moved against Mathew and tried to do it. When I brushed my posterior against his penile erection, he let out a snarl.
With a firm voice, he encouraged Nicola to go on. Hold down our mischievous prisoner. So long as she continues hammering away at me like this, “I’m going to show up. ”
In an offhand manner, Nicola remarked, “Punish her if she’s being wicked,”. Even while Mathew gave out commands, I knew that Nicola was really in charge.
Mathew had one hand on my back, holding my arms behind them. He smacked me with the other, and the blow left a sharp ache on the inside of my thigh. I shrieked and wriggled free from his grip, earning me another spanking.
“Stay quiet, “he hissed in my ear.
When I still didn’t give up, his second smack landed squarely on my outstretched pussy. Both pleasure and agony flooded my body at the same time, and I gasped for air as my labia stung from the quick stimulation to my clit.
I gave up trying to outrun him and instead focused on staying perfectly motionless.
“Good girl.” He kissed me on the cheek. “Don’t be so silly and make fun of Daddy. ”
I felt a little tipsy from Nicola’s toys and Mathew’s foul language. At that point, my consciousness started to drift. That’s all I could think about, how to go back to them. Trying to win them over. The nice girl they always get.
Though I had no idea what Nicola was up to, I felt perfectly at ease. Mathew had me in his strong arms, and I felt safe there. I calmed down and just stood there as they went inside. I took Mathew’s expression of satisfaction with my submission as a kiss on the head.
A few seconds before I felt the rope around my chest, under my breasts, I felt Nicola’s fingers stroke my sides. An first caress hardly registered as anything more than that. But as he started to round me with the rope, it tightened and entrapped my body in its strange grasp. He slung it over my chest, across my neck, and down my middle. When he pulled, the rope around my bust made me gasp in surprise. It was not painful, but I was acutely conscious of the weight on my tender skin.
In the end, I felt him tie a knot in the rope behind my back. Though I assumed he’d keep my arms bound, he let them go and let Mathew do the restraint instead. Even though he had me tied up, he had left me free to roam around as I pleased.
I was still very much under his control despite the fact that he hadn’t restrained me with bindings. My awareness of the rope that bound me grew with each inhale. My nipples were aching for attention, and my breasts felt heavy.
Using his free hand, Mathew teased me by stroking the inside of my thighs, right up to the edge of my open pussy. That alone would have sent me over the edge, but when Nicola gently slid his fingers beneath my breasts, I felt an overwhelming rush of ecstasy. It was the first time I’d ever been so emotionally vulnerable, and the surge of pleasure was enough to make me slump into Mathew with a sigh of satisfaction.
“She’s ready for us, “Nicola remarked.
I guess Mathew agreed with me because he moved me off his lap. Still blind, all I could do was let him position my body whatever he pleased. My breasts felt full and delicate as they swung in the ropes as he moved me.
When he had me go on my hands and knees, I could feel the mattress give a little bit as my weight was distributed over it. When their body temperature began to drop, I heard the rustle of garments hitting the floor. The two guys I was with were both undressed, but I didn’t know it. I shook my head, wishing I could remove the blindfold so I could admire them.