knotted.
You have never felt so intimidated, but being in the same room as Captain Syverson is making that a little difficult. His eyes move from your mouth, to your neck, and lower. Your nipples hardening beneath your thin top.
“I’m going to tie you up.” He says, circling you. “You into that?” He whispers, one of his rough hands sliding under your top, his callouses scratching your soft skin deliciously.
“I can be.” You gasp.
“I’m going to take my time with this. You got anywhere to be, darlin’?” He asks, his other hand grabbing your ass. You shake your head, loving the feeling of his hands on our body.
You are more than willing to let him tie you up, eat you out, and fuck you until you can’t walk.
“What’s that?” He grips you harder, his voice demanding.
You clear your throat, trying to keep the thickness out of it. “No, I don’t have anywhere to be.”
Nodding, he walks over to his closet, pulling a length of red rope out.
“You just randomly have rope in your room?” You ask, watching as he touches it softly. It doesn’t look like any kind of rope you have ever seen, this one is silky.
Sy just laughs, dropping the rope onto his bed. “You know, I didn’t plan on seeing you while stateside, but I’m not complaining. Been wanting to see you naked and begging for me since you stepped foot in my camp.” He juts his chin out, “Off.”
He circles you again, watching as you take your clothing off piece by piece, until you are left in nothing. “Now darlin’, we are going to play my way. I’m not going to leave you needy and waitin’. I wouldn’t do that to you.” He says, standing behind you.
You feel him wrap some of your hair around his fingers, tugging down, “Look at me.” Your eyes gaze up at him, waiting for him to tell you what to do next. “Kiss my neck.” His voice comes out in a whisper.
Stretching on your toes, your lips connect with the thick cords of his throat, pressing against his pulse point. You stay there a little longer, trailing your lips along, wanting to see if you are affecting him the way he is affecting you. But his pulse is steady, not everywhere like yours.
“Lick me.” His grip tightens in your hair. Your tongue sweeps out, barely touching his skin. He lets out a groan, a low and hungry sound. Slipping his fingers from your hair, he says, “Go lie down.”
You look up at him, remembering that Sy is at least ten years older than you.
I wonder if he can sense my inexperience...
“I’m going to tie you up and eat that sweet pussy of yours. Want to hear you scream my name when you come on my lips.” He sounds dangerous. Like a threat and a promise wrapped in a big bow.
You walk back to his bed and turn, crawling on your hands and knees to the center.
Kneeling, you wait for him to join you. “Lie back and close your eyes.” Is all he says, eyes taking in every movement you make.
You watch him in return, your gaze slowly slipping from his face to his jeans, seeing the worn button fly faded over time now distort with the shape of him, hard beneath.
Sy notices your attention has moved and rubs the heel of his hand down the thick line of his cock, gripping it. “You’ll get it soon. Lie. Back.” You do as told, finally laying against the cool comforter. Between your legs, you feel the bed dip as he climbs on, his palms sliding against your legs.
He picks up the rope, dragging it along your torso, wrapping it around his hand. Reaching behind you, he slides the center of the rope under your body and crisscrosses it back and forth down your torso. He loops it around one arm and back, doing the same to the other, softly binding your arms so each wrist stays at the side of your hips. He ties a beautiful and intricate bow, just under your belly button.
When he finishes, he sighs, running his hands up and over your hips, across your stomach, breasts and neck. Your breasts displayed on either side of an X across your chest. The rope is soft but it holds, you can feel it pressing into your tender skin.
“Is it too tight” Sy asks, drawing a finger in a small circle around your nipple.
“No.” You gasp out, heart racing.
“Do you like it?” There is genuine concern in his voice. But, you can tell he is enjoying this, your body being tied up just for him. His hands are trembling, his gaze intense, and the pressing shape of his cock against his jeans.
You can feel everything. The silky slide of the rope, the cool air over your breasts, the thudding beat of the pulse in your neck, chest, and between your legs. His calloused hands spreading you, opening you to him.
You like to think of yourself as a progressive woman, being cool with everything, the type to try anything once. But you are still young, only 25, you never had a lover who was experienced enough to be slow and force you to be still with just a look. Never had anyone who was confident enough to be still and calm while just looking at you. But here you are, tied up and open. And Sy is just staring at you.
Settling between your legs, Sy props on his elbows, kissing your thighs, looking up the length of your body wrapped so nicely. “You look amazing.” He says, licking a thick strip inside your thigh.
“Thanks.” You choke out, watching as he parts his lips.
He groans the second his mouth makes contact with your pussy, causing a bomb to go off inside you. Something breaks loose with the wet slide of his tongue. Falling back, your arms are stiff, back bowing off the mattress so you can get closer. Sy kisses your pussy like he would your mouth, small kisses and gentle licks, he grunts, pushing his tongue up into you, losing it.
Sy is very much a dominant. Always in control and rough. And right now, you can hear him, how loud he is as he sucks you. You can hear yourself too, crying out, calling his name. You don’t even have a chance to feel self-conscious, because he is loving it, the vibrations of his groans as you call his name spreading through your body. The way he uses the knot below your belly to pull you closer to his mouth.
Your skin feels electric, you can hear your own cries echo in his room as you come. But he doesn’t stop, he keeps working his mouth over you, not letting up. You want to close your legs, but he holds them open, pressing them to the bed.
He grunts in response, sliding a hand away and smacking the outside of your thigh.
You are too far gone to be shocked, loving the way he spreads his hand over where he smacked you, rubbing his palm in slow, soothing circles as he hums. Immediately, you want the sharp crack again, just so you can melt into oblivion under the heat of his sweeter touch.
Sy’s blue eyes watch you, his lips pressed against your clit, concentrating on your face. He pulls away, just enough to command, “Tell me how that felt.”
The mind-numbing orgasm or the spanking?
You are only able to roll your eyes back into your head, your body and mouth unable to move. You feel him smile against you, returning to the maddening kisses, the licks and tugging on the knot. You push into him more, circling your hips closer to his mouth.
Your mind is everywhere, you may or may not be saying things, wanting him to touch you, to play with you.
His voice breaks through your fog, says, “That’s right”, “Fuck look at you.” But you are too busy looking at him. At his glistening beard, how his fucking eyes are looking right into yours.
He curls a finger inside, bending his head to continue sucking. And that is all it takes. Your back arches again, crying out as you fall to pieces inside his web of silken rope.
Sy smooths his hands over your belly, gently untying the knot. “It may tingle a little when I take it off.” He kisses where the knot was. unwinding the soft rope from your arms, reversing the crisscross patterns across your body. The cool air hitting the delicate lines, but only for a moment, because once the rope is off, Sy’s mouth follows. Sliding along the same path, licking and kissing. Soothing where the rope made you sensitive.
It feels so good. With your hands now free, you slide them both over his shoulders and up his neck, holding his face to your chest as he licks the rope lines below your breasts.
Sy finds your wrists and guilds your arms over your head, looping the rope around them again.
“Okay?”
“Yes.” You pant.
He grips your hips and drags you down to the foot of the bed. Reaching between your legs, he strokes you with two fingers. “You are so damn wet.” He bends and kisses your hip.
He pulls away, standing up so you can watch him as he pulls his jeans and boxers down his legs, kicking them onto the floor as he pulls his shirt over his head. Reaching over, he grabs a condom and tosses it next to you head.
All you see is power. Syverson is huge, in every way. You moan at just the sight of him, causing him to smirk.
Sy climbs onto the bed, straddling your chest. His body heat setting you on fire. Bracing a hand next to your head, he grips his cock with the other. “Kiss me.”
The swollen head of his cock touches your lips, you close your eyes at the sound of his groan. Licking around the tip, you open wider when he slides more into your mouth, rocking into you slightly. “You like it?” He rasps out. “The feel of my cock on your tongue?” You nod. “Been wanting to have your pretty little mouth wrapped around me. Wanted to see what else it could do ‘sides piss me off.”
He backs away, picking up the condom on his way to straddle your hips, tearing open the package and rolling it down his blessed length.
Your hips roll involuntarily at the sight of watching him put the condom on. Liking the way he looks down as he puts the latex on, gripping himself, reaching down to run a palm across his balls. He moves farther down, stepping between your spread legs.
Sy holds his cock, his other hand on the mattress beside your hip, sliding the head in and out.
Just the head. Nothing else.
You groan, pushing your head back, gritting your teeth.
“Like seeing you so impatient. Do you have any idea how good you look right now? Dripping all over me?” He bends and kisses your collarbone.
Not expecting an answer, he pushes in, inch by inch, stretching you to fit him. Reaching down, he thumbs your clit, rubbing it in circles.
When you feel your orgasm coming, he pulls away. His hand and his cock.
But before you are able to whine about it, he pushes back in, giving it his all. His hard thrusts and low, animal sounds he makes with every one. His hands curling around your body, holding you still as he fucks you.
“Not yet, darlin’. You don’t fucking come without me.”
“I said wait. I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”
He pulls out, right before you are about to burst, only to ease back inside you.
“Wanna come?” He whispers against your neck, giving you lazy kisses. His lips turn to a smirk as your begging, begging for him to let you come. Sy loves hearing you beg, he goes wild for it, fucking into you again as if he never stopped.
His palm is cupping your ass, pulling you into him, his lips are on your shoulder and his cock so deep inside you, you know you will never feel this full again.
Sy jerks over you, his body tense as he groans against you. You can feel him twitching inside you. He is so deep, so close, you don’t know where you end and he starts.
Your mind and body are in oblivion, you don’t even notice when he unbinds your wrists or pulls out of you.
Syverson collapses next to you on the bed, running a hand over his head.
You pull your arms down, examining the red marks. “They will go away in about an hour.” He says softly, tracing the line softly with his finger. You look up to him, watching him watch you. “Are you okay?”
“Never been better.” You crawl up the bed slightly, getting to be face to face with him, sliding a hand up his chest.
He watches you, like he is trying to see if you have an ulterior motive. But you don’t stop, you trace patterns and tangle your fingers in his chest hair. Just loving the feel of finally being able to touch him the way you have always wanted.
Always wanted him to bend you over his desk, but this will work.
“You think about that stuff at camp?”
“Think about what? You? The rope? You in the rope?” He gives a cheeky smile.
“All of the above.” You slide one of your legs over his hips, planting your wet pussy against his warm skin.
“Since day one.” He groans, flexing his hip.
“What else have you thought about doing to me?”
Sy groans and rolls you over, hovering on top of you. “Seems I’m still going to have to teach you a few things.” His smile could put the devil out of business.
A/N: Feedback is very much appreciated!!
