Darkest Desires

Bondage (Trial #4)

"I don't see why this is necessary." Steven laughed as Connie wrapped the pink silky rope around his wrist twice.

"Oh, did you think I meant you tying me down?" She laughed until it turned into an amused hum. "Nooo..."

He tugged on it slightly, watching the headboard move with him. The bright rope was tied with a very convoluted but less impossible Gordian Knot. "I'm so much stronger than this rope, Connie. I could snap it in half like that." He snapped his fingers as she grabbed his other hand to repeat the process.

"Something tells me you think this isn't going to be fun. Do you want me to let you go?" She dropped her eyes to him seriously.

"Of course not!" He smiled when her face turned red. "I'm just saying," He lifted his hips and wiggled, laughing when she had to brace herself on his chest. "Nothing can hold me back if I want it enough."

A glimmer of swagger in her eyes appeared as she raised an eyebrow after sealing the second knot. "Steven... stay."

He scoffed. "Or what?"

"You don't want to find out."

An involuntary shiver coursed through him at her dark, promising tone. "I'm only staying in service to you."

She climbed off of him and admired her handiwork. "Service. I like that."

"Don't you go getting any– ooo wow that's... that's not fair." He groaned as the first notes of a song came on.

Her hips swayed to the beat, pulling off her top to reveal a lacy chocolate colored bra. The milky brown and crème colors against her skin were decidedly sinful. "Oh, what's the matter, Bisky? Do you recognize this song?"

"Of course I do," He muttered, staring down at her delicious body while she strip teased him. "We both hate it."

She giggled and turned around to rub her hands over every curve he couldn't reach. "But it's our song! Don't you remember that night? God that tequila went straight to your dick, mmmm... you fucked me raw and healed me just so you could do it again."

It was now that the ropes were becoming an annoying inconvenience. She climbed onto the bed over him, her matching panties hovering above him. "Ni..." Every curve and dip of her legs mesmerized him, he wanted to kiss along them but the stupid fucking ropes wouldn't let him.

"Don't break the ropes," Her voice was so sharp with command his arms slackened.

"You're so cruel," He whispered. "I'm not allowed to touch? You could've just told me not to."

Now she laughed. "As if you'd ever listen to that."

"Of course I would. I'd never–," He was cut off by her dipping down onto his biceps with each calf and her pussy just barely out of his reach.

"You wouldn't listen because I wouldn't be able to tell you seriously. You'd touch me and I'd lose my inhibitions." She rolled her hips and shimmied. "Now that you're restrained, I don't have to worry."

"Give me a taste."

Instead she crawled down to kiss him, giggling when he groaned but kissed back just as hungrily. "There you go."

"You're being ignorant on purpose," He complained. "Not that I hate kisses."

She pressed one to his cheek, then his where his cheekbone met his hairline. "Tonight is my night to bliss you out. You'll have to sit there and take it like a good boy. You're my good boy."

He fought back a rueful smile when her words hit a bell in his head. "That's so stupid."

"Oh? Speak."