Page 37 of Bound To Me

I quickly nodded. “Yes. I want to try that.”

He licked his lips again, his eyes darkening with desire. “Okay, good,” he breathed, the words laced with a palpable longing.

I glanced down at his hard cock underneath his gray sweats. If only he could see how wet I was.

“What about a ball gag?”

I looked out the window, my heart dropping a little. “How would I use my safe word with that?”

He took my hand and gently ran his thumb across my knuckles. “A safety hum. A safety blink. A shake of the head. Whatever you are comfortable with.”

That made sense. “Then yes,” I answered. “I’ll shake my head.” It felt powerful getting to decide whatIwanted.

“And you want to call me Daddy?” His eyes, filled with a mix of concern and desire, scanned my face intently.

I smiled. “Yes, Daddy.”

He let go of my hand and slowly inched his way closer between my thighs. “Is it okay to call you baby girl? Or is that too much?” He narrowed his eyes, unsure and hesitant.

I shook my head. “No, Daddy. I want to be your good baby girl.”

His chest rose up and down quickly. “Good. We’ve gone over enough. Let’s play.”

He quickly stood up and took my hand, then led me into the bedroom.

“Let’s get you undressed, baby girl.” He pulled my shirt over my head and flung it to the ground. His fingers gently hooked my underwear as he pulled them down slowly. My heart thumped in my chest as he carefully grazed my breasts in his hands, looking down at me like I was the most perfect being in the world.

“I love you so much,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Daddy,” I said with a shaky, excited breath as I smiled.

A groan escaped his throat as he gazed at me with lustful eyes. He removed his hands from me and lifted his shirt over his head. I didn’t think I’d ever tire of seeing his body unclothed.He pulled down his gray sweats, revealing his hard cock, and stepped out of them as he took my hand and led me to the bed.

“Sit,” he ordered, his voice stern.

Holy shit. Dominant Elliott.I was fucking drenched. I immediately sat on the bed and looked up at him, waiting for my next command.

“Sit on your knees on the bed,” he clarified. “Wait here while I grab my rope.”

He walked into his closet as I got up and sat on the bed, desperately wanting to touch myself. Only seconds later, he walked out with rope and smiled deviously at me.

“I will be putting this around your legs and ankles into a frogtie,” he explained. “And then I will be wrapping you into a boxtie.”

I nodded. I had no idea what the fuck a boxtie or frogtie was but I honestly didn’t care; he could put me into a fucking pretzel tie if he wanted.

I quietly observed while he put the rope carefully around my thighs and ankles. He continued to wrap it around me and I sat watching him, impressed with how easy he made it look. He went to my other leg and did the same.

“Good. Now I’ll start the boxtie. I’ll need your hands behind your back, holding onto each of your forearms, like this.” He turned around and showed me what to do.

I smiled gratefully. “Thank you for explaining all of this to me,” I said, feeling a little embarrassed.

He turned back to me with a smile. “Of course.”

He turned me around so my back faced him and he began to tie the rope again. My arms were bound behind my back as he wrapped the rope around my chest above my breasts, then under them.

“It takes a lot of preparation. It’s worth it though, baby girl,” he explained.

I bit my lip as I let out a little giggle. There I was, giggling like a little girl again. “I know it will be.” My cheeks felt red hot.

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