Page 9 of Bound to the Boss
I obeyed, a thrill chasing up my back as he took up the rope.
“What happens next doesn’t leave this room, Ms. Blevins.” He drew the first few feet of rope taut between his fists with a snap.
My pussy clenched. Wetness leaked between my thighs.
“I won’t tell anyone,” I said.
He dragged the tip of the rope across my right nipple, tightening it into an aching bud, then coiled the rope behind my back. When he’d wrapped it around me once, he drew my hard nipple into his mouth and sucked and licked until I threw my head back and moaned. While he lavished attention on it, his hands worked the rope around me a second time, this band underneath my breasts. He pulled away, his lips swollen and wet, his eyes hungry, and continued to bind me. Slow and methodical, he paused several times to kiss me and to stroke my body with both his hands and the rope. Soon, intricate designs decorated my body, held in place with knots as well as my curves. He handled the rope like a real artist.
“It’s like cross-stitching,” I said.
He stopped and looked at me, his lips twitching. “It’s not like cross-stitching. Arms behind your back.”
I complied, my breasts sticking out even farther between the ropes in this position. The ropes fit snugly, not enough to stop my circulation or breathing but tight enough so I couldn’t move easily.
Once he’d bound my wrists, he said, “Raise up higher on your knees.”
The ropes creaked as I tried, and I didn’t get very far. He snaked the end of the last length of rope up my thighs, slowly, his other arm wrapped around my waist to help support my weight. He stroked the rope along my pussy lips, and I cried out. The bumpy but smooth feel of the rope rubbed me just right. My hips bucked and I moaned for more. His hand parted my thighs a little more, enough to maneuver the end of the rope up inside me. I tried to push down my hips, but he held my waist tight so he could control the movement. I whimpered. I’d never been so desperate to fuck the end of a rope in my life.
He withdrew it and then replaced it with two fingers, pumping them deep inside of me, while he watched me with his lips parted, his dark eyes fiery hot.
I dropped my head forward against his neck, my whole body jarred forward by the force of his hand. “Please,” I begged.
“You’re so ready for me, Addie. Fuck, you’re so ready.” He pulled his fingers free and sank them into his mouth with a groan. His hips rocked forward as he pulled his fingers back out again, his hard cock rubbing my knee through his pants. “Not yet. Go all the way down on your knees.”
My muscles shaking with the effort, I sank down into a kneeling position with my ass against my heels. The rope he’d tied between my legs rubbed its bumps along my clit. The fibers stung the sensitive flesh, but at the same time, they swelled my clit until it throbbed. It was agonizingly perfect. I whimpered and squirmed, only able to move a fraction, and it was enough to draw out the pleasure but not to find a release.
He sat in his chair and pulled his laptop closer. “Thirty more minutes of work.”
“You can’t be serious,” I said, breathless.
“This is our reward system.”
“But I can’t work like this.”
He grinned. “I think you’re working just fine.”
