Roped in
⌞ NSFW⌝ minors do not interact!
⚔︎ Simone x reader ⚔︎
Synopsis : Accepting to partake in Simone's new hobby, you didn't expect it to be so humiliating
You inhaled sharply after the last knot of the rope was tightened. Your wrists neatly wrapped, your arms attached behind your back. You lowered your gaze. The red string looping around your chest, you questioned Simone’s whereabouts.
“Is it too tight?” She asked admiring her work.
You wouldn’t have minded being a guinea pig for this simple thing. Guilt brought you to achieve things you wouldn’t normally do. Although being tied up was not the issue, was it the sole reason she called you today?
A request from her transforms into a command to you, you are powerless when it comes to her demands. Scared by her hold on you, you preferred to simply pretend nothing was going on. In other words avoiding her as much as you could, something you’ve been doing for a while now.
“What am i supposed to do now…?” You wondered, not making eye contact.
She lowered herself to meet your gaze. Grabbing your chin, she gently turned your face. She swallowed slowly after watching your face blushing from embarrassment. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She licked her lips before scratching her nose, scrutinizing each knots.
“I think it looks like that in the book… Can you move?” She attempted to reach the manuscript behind her.
“No…” After a short struggle you admitted defeat. “When you asked me for help i didn’t imagine that…” You finally gather the courage to say.
“Hold on…”
Ashamed to admit this was not the answer you hoped for, you just muttered some nonsense and let her attention be grabbed by the lines of texts in front of her.
“How do you feel?” She analyzed each of my movements as restricted as they were.
Her large flared shirt slipped to side uncovering her shoulder. Her pink bra strap exposed, you couldn’t look away. You nodded idiotically without leaving your target out of reach.
“That’s good… I was worried i would be terrible at this… And you seem to be comfortable so i’m glad.” She announced with a smile plastered on her face.
Seeing you hypnotized by the strap, she covered it to get you attention again.
“Why are you learning this? I’m just curious.” Nervously laughing avoiding her gaze you asked.
“Why? i think it’s a fun little skill to have… It’s always useful.” smiling, she replied.
“So you would’ve called anybody…? I mean you did…” You muttered.
“Not anybody.” Your heart skipped a beat at her response. “I wanted you specifically.” She loudly announced pushing you down on your back. The fluffy carpet beneath you soften your fall.
With strained eyes you watched Simone cage you, unable to make any movements. You exuded stupor.
“You prefer to be laid on your stomach?” She asked, smiling.
You avoided her piercing gaze, your thoughts widely inappropriate.
You shivered when her tongue grazed your skin, shutting your eyes, you hear a little chuckle before she bit your earlobe.
“You don’t wanna look at me still?”
…
“Look at your mommy.”
Fuck.
You furrowed your eyebrows, glancing quickly in her direction. Bursting into laughter, she approached, straddling you.
“Embarrassed?“ Still laughing she slowly took off her shirt. “Look at you…” She hummed unaware you couldn’t watch her for too long without exploding. “Mommy doesn’t get to see your beautiful face?” Her head resting or your chest her hair tickling your nipples.
“Fine…” You said, blush aggressively occupying your face and reaching your ears. You bit the inside of your cheek.
“Good girl.” She said tucking her hair again.
Licking your exposed nipple, she cupped your breast firmly. You reminded yourself that motion was not helpful in your current situation, all you could do is handle it. Could you handle it?
With each agonizing breath, you cried loudly, your mouth dry. Was it torture? Yes. Were you enjoying it? Also yes. So much so, you battled your need to be filled. Which she quickly noticed. Now sprawled beneath her, no escape could ever be planned, nor a vengeance.
Mouth agape you begged for mercy. Unfortunately, she was too enamored by your voice to actually listen to your demands.
“You sound so sweet. I like when you’re begging.“ Hearing her words you quietly calmed yourself down. “You should’ve known better than to ignore me.” Wrapping her hand tenderly around your neck, she sucked on your skin.
It wasn’t ignoring per se. You argued internally, your expression conveyed different emotions. Thoughts mixing themselves with the present moment and all you started to think about were her fingers.
“Sweetie… Don’t make me mad…” Simone said pressing her knee on your center.
“Are you gonna put me on a leash?”
Hesitant, she bit her lip.
“Should i? Are you gonna behave if i don’t.” She scrutinized each part of your body, your eyes following her incredibly fast, your heart beating rapidly. Nothing was actually stopping her from tying a collar around your neck, not even yourself.
“…” You stop yourself before she teased you further. “Simone— Before you could finish your sentence she admitted defeat.
“Your face is all red.” she chuckled hiding the collar behind her back. “You’re being very obedient so there’s no need for that. But i’m not finished i need to tie your legs too.”
Seeing the large red rope wrapped around her fingers, you quietly inhaled, shutting your eyes.
“I’m sorry…” Avoiding her gaze you muttered under your breath.
To have an easier time she laid you on your stomach. It wasn’t because you moved a lot but because she feared you would explode if you kept eye contact during the entire time. How right she was…
“I can’t move.” You said as the ropes tightened.
“You shouldn’t that’s why i picked this one.” She caressed your thighs as she mentioned her favorite position.
“Is this necessary? i mean…” You pleaded.
“Be a good girl.” She whispered in your ear.
Her fingers lapping your cunt, she parted your moist folds with ease. She wouldn’t allow you to look at her, you could only stare at the paintings hanged on the wall or the foot of her living room table.
Her lips dragged across your ear. Your cries echoed in the apartment.
“What’s wrong? Do you miss me?” You could hear bliss in her tone. “I thought you preferred to look everywhere else.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yes you are baby but i’m not done with you.” she lifted your chin.
She pressed your center. The woman in the painting facing you stared at her beloved with a loving expression. Small ripples formed inside you, unable to move or see you expressed yourself with your voice.
Her finger maintaining your mouth agape, fiddling with your tongue, she kept shoving her dominant hand inside your cunt. With an expertise that terrified you, she occupied your entire being. As warmth slowly built up, your walls tightened around her fingers.
Your eyes darting around the room, observing the lamp dangling above you. Caged by her marvelous dexterity, your muffled pleads came unnoticed.
Were you being punished? Probably. After all she made it clear ever since your arrival. She wanted your attention.
After the third finger was inserted, you could hear your heart beating incredibly fast, each pump harder than the last. She shoved them so rapidly each time your head whirled, if only you could see her face.
Drool dripped to your chin, as you contemplated the vase in front of you. The warm tone of the room, really suited Simone. Her perfume tickled your nose, your head resting to the side, you caught a small glimpse of Simone. She smiled at you before covering your eyes.