Page 51 of Knots About You
‘What if I put you on your knees, but tie you up too?’
Her eyes glittered. ‘I’d say let’s fucking go, Sir.’
The way Sir sounded in her mouth already had me halfway to hard.
We walked the long way to Rose Cottage, abandoning my truck for some fresh air, after a quick pit stop to grab my rucksack.
We’d barely made it inside before Claire threw herself against me, pulling me into a kiss drenched with promise. The chaos of earlier fled under the stroke of her tongue, and I pressed her up the stairs, our kiss not ceasing until we made it to the bedroom. Small, cosy and smelling like fresh paint. I approved of the slatted wooden head and footboards on the bed. Perfect for restraint. She closed the door behind us as I turned on a low lamp and kicked off my boots.
‘Come here, darling,’ I said, gathering her in my arms.
I kissed while stripping her down, removing her clothes piece by piece until she straddled me naked. She kissed back with a passion that rocked me, each slide of her tongue stoking my need.
‘Safeword?’
‘Driftwood,’ she breathed.
‘Words if you need them.’ I tipped her jaw to take more of her.
‘You too,’ she murmured into my mouth. I pulled back and took in her lust-hazed face, her pupils blown wide and her lips kiss-red.
I brought the rope out and tied her in my lap. Looping the rope around her chest, making her nipples stand high and pink. Then over her shoulders and securing her hands behind her. I peppered her freckled skin with kisses as I worked. Eventually, I lowered her to the floor and knotted a piece of the rope, fitting it snugly between her thighs, the knot biting against her wetness.
‘Oh,’ she moaned as she shifted on her knees. Her eyes widened as the knot moved with her, rubbing her right where she needed it.
‘Oh, indeed, Claire. You didn’t think I’d let you take my dick without it making you groan, did you?’
I adored seeing her blissed out with pleasure. More than I’d enjoyed anything else, including my own. Her body became myfavourite instrument, and I wanted to spend forever seeing what tunes I could pull from it.
‘Comfortable?’ I asked.
‘God, no,’ she said, voice gone softer than I’d ever heard it. ‘But enjoying it? Fuck yes.’
‘Good. Now watch that potty mouth before I find something to fill it.’
‘Fuck. Shit. Cunt…’ Claire reeled off, a devilish grin splitting her face.
‘Claire,’ I warned, reaching out and pinching a nipple, which made her jerk, which pulled the rope and made her moan. ‘You stop me if?—’
‘—if I need to. I know. I promise.’
I stood and stripped, taking my time to build anticipation. There was no hiding the way my cock stood firm and red for her before I’d touched it. Claire eyed it like she’d been starved.
I cupped the back of her head, thumb tipping her jaw, and met her gaze. With my other hand, I slowly stroked my length, inches from her mouth.
‘Please,’ she begged.
‘I love seeing you there, all trussed up and begging for my cock.’
Claire blinked up at me and shifted on her knees, trying to wriggle closer.
My hand rolled around the tip, spreading the glistening precum. I wanted nothing more than to sink deep inside her sweet throat, but the deliciousness of our first time stretched before us.
‘Arch your hips for me, Claire. Roll that knot against your sweet cunt. I want you desperately.’ I continued to stroke myself in long swipes. She gave an impatient little humph. ‘Do it now, or I won’t give you a taste. I’ll paint her tits instead and make you sleep there coated in me all night.’
The dirty words had her biting her lip. And obeying.
She moved her hips, her breath catching as pleasure swept through her.
