Page 66 of Chasing After You
“Hmm, where should we set you up?” he wondered, an almost manic edge to his voice. “I guess the bed would be best since it’s your first time. Alright. I want you in the middle, up on your knees, please.”
“Okay,” I managed, feeling like a newborn deer as I tremulously climbed onto the mattress and knelt in the center.Dorian clapped his hands on his thighs before standing, taking his pants all the way off, and pulling his shirt over his head. He gave me a sultry once-over before turning and walking towards the wall that displayed a rainbow of rope.
“You haven’t been tied up before, right?” he hummed in question.
“No, just… just the fuzzy cuffs like I said. Are you going to…?”
“Yes. I think you’ll like it. But remember to use your safe word if you need to. I’m using hemp this time, so it shouldn’t scratch or hurt. If it does, you need to tell me, okay?”
“Okay.” I watched as he gathered the white rope in his hands, a secretive smile on his lips. Holding the rope, he continued walking along the wall, seemingly searching for something. He grabbed a small cloth—maybe a blindfold—I wasn’t sure. His hand hesitated briefly over what I was pretty sure was a ball gag, but he must’ve decided against it. A bottle of lube and a pink dildo later, he returned to the bed, depositing his selections next to me.
He climbed up onto the mattress and coiled the rope in his hands. “Good?”
I shifted a little on my knees, nervous but horny as hell. “Mhm.”
The first wrap around my chest felt oddly reassuring—not too tight, not constricting, butpresent—a whisper of tension across my ribs, like a quiet reminder that I wasn’t going anywhere.
I raked my gaze over his naked form, never having seen it up close before. Sure, I’d seen him shirtless after his showers, but that was also back when I was desperately trying not to get aroused by him and tried not to look too closely.
But now that he was directly in front of me, I let my eyes wander. I took in each and every tattoo. There were so many, he was practically covered in ink.
And because he was so covered in designs, I almost missed the most important one.
A fine lineJover his heart.
“Is that for me?” I whispered.
Dorian glanced up at me. “Is what for you?”
“TheJ.”
He smiled kindly, his eyes soft and full of warmth. “Yeah. It was my first.”
“Oh,” I murmured.
As I continued my perusal of his body, Dorian worked silently, fingers precise and sure as he looped and tugged, adjusting angles with a quiet sort of focus that made it feel like he was sketching on my skin.
Like he was an artist and I was his medium.
The rope was warm from his hands, but it didn’t hurt. It just made me aware of myself—of my body, of where my arms were, where the pressure settled, where the pattern took shape.
“I’m starting with a diamond harness,” he murmured, almost like he was talking to himself. “It suits you.”
I didn’t know what that meant, and had no idea why it would suit me, but I didn’t ask. I just closed my eyes and breathed, sinking into the feeling.
As he worked, the lines of rope began to map a shape over my chest and shoulders—symmetrical, deliberate, like a net that caught the parts of me always threatening to float away. It felt like I was being translated into something else. Like the knots had meaning I didn’t understand, but my body did.
He moved slowly, never rushing, constantly checking how the tension sat against my skin. Sometimes he’d pause and rest his hand on me, a brief grounding touch, before threading another line. One rope wound diagonally across my sternum, another curved under my arms and across my back.
At some point, I exhaled deeper than I meant to.
“You’re doing very well,” Dorian said quietly, his voice softer, but not teasing.
The last few ties settled at my waist, not pinning me anywhere, not suffocating me, justholdingme, framing me. Like the ropes were hugging the parts of me I never knew needed it.
When he finished, he sat back just slightly to look at me, and I looked down, taking it in.
The diamond pattern over my chest gleamed slightly where the rope overlapped and pulled. I sucked a breath in at what I saw. It didn’t feel humiliating. It didn’t feel strange.
