“How are you feeling?”
“Good, Sir Evan. I like it,” Mara touches my arm, makes my cock twitch.
From the top of her thighs, over the rope, I brush my lips over every bare inch of skin.
Then I move to the inside of her leg, making another wrap with the rope.
Pausing, I check that the tension on the rope is enough, that the rope isn’t going to roll off her knee.
I work down her leg, making a series of hitches, and the end result is amazing. I eagerly pick up another coil and start working on her right leg.
I kiss the inside of her thighs. She giggles.
“If you don’t stay still, I can't complete this tie.”
My admonishment only makes her giggle more, so I pull tightly on the rope, working quickly to finish this tie, and when I reach her foot, I tickle it.
“Hey! Not fair! Oh my god, stop, Sir Evan!”
“Are you going to stop giggling when I tie you?” I drop a kiss to the top of her foot.
“No. Not at all.”
“I guess you’re going to have to pay the consequences then.” I give her foot one more tickle.
“Okay! Okay! I’ll be good next time.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.” I pat her foot, then move so that I am beside her on the bed, with another coil of rope in my hands.
“Mara, look at yourself in the mirror.”
She glances at me. I give her a nod of encouragement.
“Oh.”
“Tell me what you see.”
“I see my huge body flopped on a bed. My legs are tied,” her voice trembles, she glances away.
“You mean, you see your gorgeous body placed on the bed.”
She swallows. “Evan…I know what I look like.”
“Yes. I love your curves.”
“Seeing myself in the mirror…”
“What, princess?’
She shakes her head. “‘Huge’ is the first word that came to my mind.”
“Let me give you others,” I cup her breast and squeeze it. “Spectacular. Stunning. Goddess.”
Mara laughs. “You do make me feel like a goddess.”
“And I’m going to worship you like one. Can you move your legs?”
“No. I’m immobilized.” Mara gives me an exasperated look; I laugh, and my fingers dancing along her inner thighs.