Page 45 of Kissing Kayley
Even if I ended up not wanting to do these kinky things later, having this first-hand experience would provide me with a broader perspective for better understanding and empathizing with my patients.
But… yeah. Kinda hot, to be honest.
And if it gave comfort to people, who was to say it was much different, in application, than those who liked to use weighted blankets for sleeping?
I pulled the bedspread and comforter down and off the bed while Vic retrieved the tote bag of rope. Then I stripped and sat in the middle of the bed while he pulled up one of the basic rope tutorials on the TV.
“Let’s work on what we learned in class,” he said, settling next to me and facing the TV.
The single- and double-column ties were, apparently, the basic steps riggers needed to master first. To tie limbs to each other, to other body parts, and to objects. Whether the rigger just wanted to restrain the bottom’s arms, or it was the start of a more intricate scene, these ties were used in countless ways.
I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t making me horny.
About thirty minutes into our practice, Vic had my wrists bound together in yet another double-column tie and leaned in to kiss me.
Before I knew it, he’d eased me onto my back and pulled my arms over my head.
“How’s my girl?” he asked.
I squirmed, okay? “Maybe I’m in need of a little relief.”
He smiled. “I can take care of that.” He grabbed another piece of rope, quickly looped it through one of the rings on the headboard to secure my arms, and then knelt between my legs while wearing the most positively handsome and evil smile I’d ever seen cross his face.
He slowly pushed my legs apart. “You’ve been a very good girl, so I suppose you’ve earned a reward.”
I…
Well, I whined.Begged.
No, I’m not necessarily proud of that, but did I mention how hot and hung and skilled he is? Because he is.
He took his time settling into position between my thighs and trailed scorching kisses up and down the insides, his breath teasing me across my clit but not rewarding me with a lick.
I reflexively reached down, to grab his head, but was pulled up short by the ropes and another whine escaped me.
That earned me a dark chuckle. “See, baby? This allows me to take my time and not be rushed.” He lightly grazed his teeth along the insides of my thighs, gently nipping.
“Fuck!” I gasped. “Please do it!”
“How about a blindfold?” he asked.
“Okay!” It was one of the items from the armoire that I’d already signed off on. He picked it up—basically it was a blackout sleep mask with the molded cups over the eyes, not a harsh, stiff leather blindfold.
Which had also been an option from the provided items, but I wanted to start in the kiddie pool, not the ocean.
He sat up and slipped it over my head, making sure it was comfortably seated before returning to his previous position.
Ooooh, hell.
I hadn’t realized how much not seeing his movements would heighten the sensations. Now he really took his time—damn him—licking and nipping and kissing his way over every inch of my flesh down there.
Except my pussy.
I tried rocking my hips at him, to encourage him to settle in the holy land, but he continued his desert pilgrimage all around my southern hemisphere as if he wasn’t driving me nearly insane with need.
“Please!” I whined.
Oh, yes, I was whining. In a big way. I mean, I knew how to masturbate, obviously, but I wanted him to melt my skeletal system until I couldn’t physically move.
