Page 38 of Overtime
“Do you like being tied up?” he asks, sliding his hand along the edge of the tub, coming dangerously close to touching my knee.
“That isnotless sexy.”
He shrugs. “I’m just curious. You never mentioned it when we were… in our previous arrangement.”
“Because that’s slightly more advanced and you were still learning the basics. Needed to conquer the first set of ropes before you could conquer the second.” I grin and give him a playful wink, dragging my toes along the side of his hip as I do it. Testing the bounds of our agreement under the water.
“Clever,” he deadpans with an eye roll to match. He takes my foot and brings it up to his chest, massaging my instep. “You still didn’t answer the question though.”
“Yes, I like being tied up in theory. Ropes. Handcuffs. All the usual things. But I haven’t done it many times, so…” I trail off as his fingers reach my ankle, sliding along my Achilles tendon.
“Why not?”
“Because… like you know, I only do casual. Doing that sort of thing requires trust and while I like pushing my comfort zone, I don’t fuck with the trust part of things. You know?”
He nods.
“If I was serious about getting into it beyond the casual pair of handcuffs, I could probably find someone through a members-only club or something where it would be vetted and safer, but that would involve being in the same place for more than a minute. Another thing I’m incapable of.” I give a half smile and shrug.
“Would you trust me?” He lets go of that foot and reaches for the other, resting it against his chest again.
“Of course. But you’d have to touch me, and we just agreed we’re not doing that,” I say while he’s actively massaging his way up my calf and we’re both ignoring it like it’s not actually happening.
“There’s still time for one of us to cave.” His eyes lift from his task, and he flashes a smile at me.
“Is that a fantasy of yours?” I pull my foot back and shift in the water, sitting up on my knees and straddling his lap. Water splashes over the edge onto the tiles below with the movement. There’s barely enough room for it, and I’d guess there’s half a centimeter between me and his cock this way. His face contorts at the position, a furrowed brow and a questioning glance coming and going in rapid succession. I rest my hands on his shoulders for balance and then start massaging them in slow circles.
His eyebrow lifts, reminding me I’m not supposed to be touching him.
“If you can massage my feet, I can massage your shoulders. I’m just being a good friend.”
“Right,” he says doubtfully, his eyes landing hard on my breasts which nearly graze him as my fingers slide over his traps.
“You still didn’t answer the question.”
“I’m having a hard time remembering what it was.” He grins as he pushes a little tuft of bubbles off my nipple with his thumb.
“That’s cheating for sure, but I’m going to allow it this once… I asked if tying women up is a fantasy of yours.”
“Tying women up? No. Tying you up? Yes.”
“Because I’m a pain in your ass and run my mouth too much?” I laugh.
“Because I imagine how hot it would be to tease you to the edge over and over until you were begging me to put you out of your misery and then have you ride my face. I think about how wet and desperate you’d be, how rough you’d ride me, how good you’d fucking taste like that.”
My jaw drops and my fingers still. I just stare at him for a long minute. “I really did create a monster. The things your mind comes up with, Farm Boy…” I shake my head, smiling at him.
He smirks, but his eyes fall over me again. “I know whatever I could come up with, you’d find something beyond. So why do you like the idea of guys tying you up?”
I take a breath, closing my eyes and trying to decide if I confess to him the thing I really want. What I would only trust him with. I open them again a second later to see blue eyes locked on me, and I know I shouldn’t tell him, but I do anyway.
“I like the idea of you tying me up and using me. Showing me how good you’ve gotten at all the things I taught you.”
“Using you how?” I’ll give him credit that he keeps a poker face when he asks, but the way his eyes light at the suggestion lets me know it’s something he wants.
“Any way you want.”
His chest rises with an intake of breath, and my hand slides down over his chest. His lids lower as his gaze drops to my mouth, and I move an inch closer, tempting him to kiss me like I know he wants to. But a second later he closes his eyes, leaning his head back and when he resurfaces and opens them, they’re crystal clear and bright blue again. We stare at each other for a long moment, unsaid words between us, and then he clears his throat.
