Page 61 of Pragma
“The lines are all nicely parallel and smooth. Is the strap too tight?”
I wiggle a little, not feeling constricted in any way. “No. I’m relatively comfortable.” I’ve seen some videos with Shibari ropes, but people were already tied and being fucked when I pushed play.
The prepping part is longer than I anticipated, but it is also kind of erotic watching and hearing River tying me like this.
“I’ll make one more,” he lets me know, before wrapping more rope around my upper chest parallel to the one under my pecs. It sounds like tying me up is turning him the fuck on. I totally getthat. My dick is growing the more he talks and pulls. His fingers move deftly, with skill and speed, creating diamond-shaped figures on my chest.
I look…pretty.
“I’m going to pull to set the tension now. Tell me if it gets uncomfortable.”
Even though he warned me, the hard yank he gives from the back makes me gasp again. And fuck, my nipples pop up.
“I take it you like it.” He chuckles darkly. His hard cock grinds against my ass as his fingers slide on my chest and pull on one bud, making me whimper. Fuck, this is going to be epic.
My reflection in the mirror looks so lewd. The intricate ropes and knots are binding my chest, forming a harness with a geometrical pattern. My arms are held high, making it impossible for me to move them, which has my dick hard and standing, my hole clenching around nothing. I feel so vulnerable and damn horny at the same time.
River is looming behind me. His jeans-clad cock is still stroking between my ass cheeks, his tongue licking, lips sucking on my bicep. I look so turned on. My flushed skin and rapid breaths are enough proof of it.
“How about this?” River pulls on the rope around my wrists, arching my body toward the ceiling. I cry out. My nipples tighten so much, it hurts as he keeps working on them. But the most unbearable ache is from my ass. I need him to feel it. But he keeps torturing me instead.
“Spit on my hole. Then tongue-fuck it,”I order him.
I feel his smirk on my skin. “It’s cute how you think you have any power right now.”
I give him a sly smile. “It’s cute how you think you have any power anywhere near me. Now lick my ass!” I bark.
His large hand goes and grabs my dick a little too tightly, and I hiss with uncontrollable want.
“Who am I?” he asks with that growly voice that makes me shiver. Fucking cocky bastard.
“Sir,” I spit out between gritted teeth. The small concession pushes him on his knees behind me. He spreads my cheeks, and then I feel his saliva rolling down the crack. I almost come from that alone.
His mouth brands me as he starts eating me hungrily. Christ, how did I go on without knowing how good this is? His tongue feels thick and stiff inside me, and his chin keeps rubbing against my balls. My hands are stuck behind my head, and my waist is held still by River’s bruising fingers. The caged position only arouses me more.
I hear him humming. “Such a snug fit. Fuuuuck, you taste sweet.”
I’m letting out high-pitched noises when he gives me one last, long, warm lick before straightening up.
“Take off your pants.” Sounds more like a plea to my ears. But I don’t fucking care.
His hesitation at baring his scars first annoys me, then upsets me as I see the unsure look in his eyes.
“It’s me, River. Your body, yourwholebody makes me crazy horny,” I declare. He can look at my leaking, throbbing dick if he doesn’t believe me.
Silently, he takes off his pants. His left leg is covered in scars, a chunk of his calf is missing, eaten by the fire. The tattoo from his pec trails down his hip, stopping at mid-thigh. My eyes are caught once again by his long cock, jutting proudly with dots of precum forming on the red tip.
If he could see himself through my eyes…he looks like a valiant, ferocious warrior who had a taste of blood and pain, but fearless, keeps looking for more.
“Let me suck your fingers, sir.” I open my mouth and lick my lower lip in invitation. “Not that hand.” I jerk my head back when he lifts his right one.
“Damn it, Aki,” he grumbles with irritation, but his gaze is reverent, filled with affection.
“Your whole body,” I repeat, looking down at his blemished hand for a moment. “When is it going to stick inside your thick head—” My words are cut off by two long fingers forcing their way between my lips. I feel the uneven skin under my tongue and moan with satisfaction.
I want him to fuck me with those so badly. He suddenly pulls on the rope, pushing the harness over my chest, arching my body all the way back until my spine presses over his arm. His burning gaze is glued to those fingers pumping inside my mouth roughly while he keeps letting out low, deep growls, like an animal ready to feast.
My gurgling, choking sounds seem to make him reach his limit, and in the next breath, I’m standing facing the mirror again. Hisarm around my waist is keeping me up as his slick fingers pump inside my hole now. They feel incredible, hitting my prostate with the perfect amount of strength.
