Dating Darkiplier

Part 9

Dark stared down Chicanery for a moment, then turned to remove something from a drawer in the bedside table. Sean took deep breathes, glancing at his nipple. It felt like her teeth might have pieced skin, but he didn't see any blood. In his inspection, Dark set a bundle of red rope on his waist, before leaning over him to look for himself. Dark's fingers slid over his chest, circuling around his sore nipple. Sean clenched his teeth as his nipple harderened to Dark's evasive touch. Turning his head away to hide his embarrassment, he shut his eyes tightly as Dark told him in a deep soothing voice. "You're lucky. She didn't pierce the skin. She must like you." Dark shifted more onto the bed and Sean's eyes shot open. Dark gracefully climbed up onto the bed, swinging a leg over his waist. Dark released his wrists, sitting on his waist and picking up the rope to start unraveling it.

Sean couldn't breathe. He didn't see the need to tie him down if he wasn't able to go anywhere. Why would he run? Sean's eyes drifted to the open room that Dark had open, feeling goosebumps run down his hands and legs. He didn't know what to expect from Dark. Dark tugged a section of rope tight, holding it out as he commanded him seriously. "Give me your wrists." Sean hesitated, his fingers wrapping around his own wrists over his head. He didn't really want to. Dark's eyes narrowed down on him coldly, growling out. "I won't ask you again, Sean." Sean's hands shook as he tucked them between the pillow and the headboard. A very smile smirk curled Dark's lips, before he glanced over his shoulder to command in a playful voice. "Chicanery." Chicanery rose to her feet, panting happily. Dark let go of the rope, leaning back to brace his hands on Sean's knees.

Sean yanked his hands down to his sides, rising up on his elbows as he asked in a panic. "What are you doing?!" Dark flashed him a smug grin, saying casually. "You don't want to play my game. Than you can play hers. She's got a foot fetish." Sean started to sit up more, when Dark whistled. Sean felt his heart stop for a brief second, watching Chicanery lunge for his feet. He winced, feeling her teeth sink into the soles of his shoes. She tore into his shoes, until they were yanked free of his feet. Dark watched over his shoulder, but Sean had the horror of not seeing what she was doing. He tried to jerk his legs away, but Dark had them immoblized. Laying back he gasped as Chicanery tugged his socks off. He curled his toes, feeling anxious. There was nothing left between his flesh and her. Chicanery let out a low growl and Sean gripped the sheets in fear.

Dark licked his lips with a smile. Which only made Sean's heart race. He held his breath, expecting to feet pain... but it was much worse. Chicanery's cold nose touched the bottom of his foot, before her long warm tongue slid up from his heel to his toes. Sean gasped, arching back against the bed. His fingers digging into the sheets as he gasped for air. The sensation tickled him and without the ability to stop her, it was maddening! Chicanery's tongue slipped between his toes, causing Sean to thrash as sharp cries left him. He couldn't move his legs, which left him to grasp at Dark's thighs desperately. He could barely breathe! Dark chuckled softly, asking him in a calm relaxed voice. "You feel like listening now?" Sean nodded franticly, but couldn't answer. Dark glanced over his shoulder again, commanding simply. "Chicanery. That's enough."

Chicanery sat back, licking her lips with a wagging tail. Sean took a deep breath in relief, then began to pant heavily. Dark straightened up over his waist, picking the rope back up and holding it out for Sean's wrists with a smug smirk. Sean rubbed his wrists, before holding them out over the rope. Dark's smile faded away as he started to wrap the rope around each wrist individually, then sinched them together. Sean tested the strength of it as Dark leaned forward to loop the rest of the rope through a large metal ring on the headboard. Even with his thin wrists, there was no getting out of this. It had him as tightly as it could get without cutting off his circulation. Dark pulled the rope tight around the ring, slowly raising Sean's wrists over his head. Sean's fingers curled around the cold ring, watching Dark seperate the rope strands. From the ring, one strand went to the bedpost, where he tied it to a smaller ring in a fancy knot. He then repeated the effort with the other strand to the other bedpost.