The Delilah Experiments: Rope [MF]

“Does it hurt?” she asked, running the length of rope between her fingers. Portishead played gently in the background.

“Not if it’s done right.” I smiled.

She paused. “You’ve done this before, right?”

“Yeah. But we don’t have to— “

“no!” she stopped me, “…. no. It’s just… that’s a lot of rope.”

My smile turned to a grin. I’d shown her pictures of what I’d be doing to her, even the tutorial on how it’s done. She knew exactly what was going to happen to her and how it would happen.

“Do you want to tie me up first?” I asked. “Just so you can see it up close.”

After a pause, she nodded. I smiled.

She’s good at making me smile.

“Okay, here.” I put my wrists out like I was going to be handcuffed. “find the center of the rope, now fold it and lay it over… yeah. Now wrap it around, and make sure all of the rope is lying flat…” I walked her step by step through the whole thing. Her hands were shaking. Soon, my wrists were tied together. I shifted and twisted in the binds to show her what her limitations would be. Her eyes never left the rope.

“The music helps,” She whispered, untying the knot.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, as if she was trying to convince herself. “It gives me something to focus on.”

A tense second hung in the air.

“Ready?”

She nodded.

A minute later, we’d switched places. She sat on her knees, stripped and blindfolded. I walked around her, fully clothed, letting the unspoken dynamic take effect, then I stepped behind her, trailing the end of the rope over her shoulder. She shivered. I wrapped my arms around her, letting her feel the rope in my hands, but also feel my body cradling hers. The words didn’t need to be spoken; ‘I’ve got you.’

I let my arms slip down to her sides, wrapping the first lines under her breasts, around her back, then to the front again. I crossed them between her breasts, pulling them tight and then drawing two lines over each shoulder and down her spine, making a harness.

She was shaking.

I kissed her shoulder and felt goosebumps against my lips.

“We stop when you say we stop,” I whispered. I knew she wouldn’t. Her pride wouldn’t let her. But now she knew that she was in control. And that is everything.

She drew a shaky breath, then nodded. She couldn’t see me, but I smiled with pride.

I circled in front of her and trailed my fingertips up the ropes crossing her chest, up to her collar bone and traced them down her shoulders and arms, leaving chills in my wake. I took her hands in mine, gently kneading them. I looked up at her face could tell that her mind was running over what was about to happen to her.

Good.

I pulled out another length of rope and bound her hands just like I’d shown her how to. Over the wrists, around twice, turn and wrap between the wrists. Pull it tight, with just enough room for a finger between the rope and the wrist, and tie it down. This time, I tied her cuffs to her harness, keeping her hands completely trapped in front of her.

Tricky came on.

I came close, letting her feel the heat of my body. “What do you say if you want to stop?” I asked.

She whispered, “mercy.”

I bit my lip. “Good girl.”

She jumped when my hand touched her thigh, gently running my palm up from her knee, over her side and to her shoulder. My other hand touched her back, and I slowly lowered her to the bed. She sighed, if only from feeling more … solid with the bed beneath her.

I left one hand on her, rubbing my palm over her collar bone, down her chest, and brushing my fingers past hers. Meanwhile, my other hand was reaching to the drawer, pulling out one of our vibrators. I just barely touched it to the swell of her breast and turned it on.

Delilah audibly gasped.

She bit her lip hard and squirmed all over while I rolled the vibrator in lazy, wide circles around one nipple, then the other, over and over. I did this for a good five minutes, occasionally straying a little closer to her nipples, occasionally meandering up her shoulder or down her side. A few times I even brushed my bracelets over one incredibly stiff nipple or the other and smile when she cried out, watching every hair on her body stand on end.

I let the vibrator trail away, down her side, making her wiggle and half-moan, half giggle, down her hip, and back up her thigh. It wandered high over her mound, sending just the most distant vibrations to where she needed them most, then to the other hip, down the other thigh, and back up, this time inside the thigh. She forced me to hold her knees apart as it inched higher and higher. I let it just brush her dripping lips before pulling it away, and relished the cooing, turned gasping, turned groaning in frustration.

God, she makes me so happy.

When Massive Attack came on, I touched the vibrator to her mound, a few inches above her clit. She sighed, then went quiet as I added a little bit more pressure, then a little bit more, until it was firmly held to her. The vibrations penetrated her, sending sensations through her mound, into her passage, little tremors ricocheting from her soaked walls but only just teasing her clit. She could feel the tingles on the periphery, the almost-humming of her piercing against her, but just not enough.

“Please!” she gasped after a full minute of this. I was proud of her for holding out that long.

“Please what?” I teased.

“I don’t –,” She thrashed her head in frustration, having trouble putting words together. “just…”

I bent down, keeping the vibrator exactly where it had been, and took one teasing flick of my tongue right over her clit.

“OH GOD!” she actually screamed. I rolled a drop of her juice around my tongue. “Please! Please, more!”

I didn’t respond. I was too busy deep throating a g-spot vibrator we’d recently gotten, getting it nice and wet for her.

“Please, please, fuck just – OHMYGOD!”

I slid the g-spot vibrator into her already turned on, angling it up to tug on her g-spot while letting the first vibrator slip down those precious few inches.

Delilah let out a full body scream and strained with every ounce of her strength against the rope. Her back arched and her hips were fucking the vibrator so hard I could barely keep up with fucking her back.

“GOD, FUCK! OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH SHIT, FUCK!” She never stopped screaming, only catching desperate gasps in between. “I’M GONNA COME! I’M GONNA COME! OH FUCK! OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK!!”

Whatever control she had was totally lost now. I had to pin her leg to me while she went into fits across the bed, full body convulsions throwing her every direction. Her hands shook in rope. Her thighs strained so hard against me that they were vibrating.

And the whole time, I never let up.

“Please fuck meee!” she begged.

“Hmm…” I hummed, pretending to think about it while bending over. “I’ll make you a deal.” I took one lick of her clit, sending her into shivers. “You cum,” another lick, “three times,” another lick, “and then I’ll fuck you.”

She started to groan, but immediately cried out when I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it gently back and forth with my tongue, all the while both vibrators were still going in full force.

It usually takes her a while to come back around to another orgasm, which is great because then I get to have more fun. Not this time. After only a minute of her continually moaning, screaming, and cursing, and me lapping at her perfect fucking clit, she was over the edge again, drenching my hand to the wrist, kicking everything she could reach with me pinning her legs, and screaming as loud as he was capable of.

I could hear in her cries as she came down that she was starting to get oversensitive, so I backed off a bit, slowly turning the g-spot vibrator down and pulling it out of her and easing the other one off of her clit, back to where it was on her mound. At this point, she was just a beautiful shivering mess, constantly writhing as much as she could, groaning in frustration and pleasure. I drew my tongue up her lips gently, slowly, then back down. I let the cold metal of my necklace tease her. I covered her pussy in butterfly kisses and brought her down nice and easy.

“Well that’s two,” I whispered.

Sneaker Pimps.

I slowly circled her clit, this time massaging it rather than attacking it. A delicate shift of my tongue from one side … pause… to the other. A slow, slow, slooow circle around it. Then I pressed first one, then two fingers into her, easing them slowly along her tunnel, then softly arching them up, trapping her g-spot between my massaging fingers and the vibrator above. Easy. Soft. Slow.

We built like that for a while. Maybe it was five minutes, maybe a half hour. I was happy, so I didn’t care how long it took. Just a tender climb. When she finally crested over the edge, it was like she was letting go of all of the tension in her. She arched into my mouth and then just melted for me.

Actually biting my lip right now.

I turned off the vibrator, set it aside, and slid up on top of her, kissing a path over her stomach, kissing each hand, kissing up her chest and neck. I let her taste herself on my lips and pushed my tongue past hers. She sighed into my mouth.

A minute later, I was running the tip of my cock over her pussy lips, feeling her cum slip around my length while I kissed her forehead.

“Are you ready?”

She nodded and bit her lip.

I intended to go slow, but she was so slick there was no way to. She just exhaled deeply and let her head fall back, enjoying how I filled her. I could already feel her hot juice dripping off of me. She always feels so damn good.

We started slow. As slow as we could. I held her hands, still bound, in mine and kissed her everywhere I could reach. Slowly, we built speed. Pretty soon I was sitting back, hammering into her cunt while I held tight to her breasts, bearing down on the orbs while keeping a steady pressure on her nipples with my thumb and forefinger.

We were both in the same place. This wasn’t about being hard or rough. It was about passion. And fuck was it passionate.

“I’m gonna come again,” she whispered.

“Me too,” I groaned, pinching down harder on her nipples.

“God, come with me!” she begged, actually begged. “Fill me up with your cum! Please, please come inside of me. Please, god, I want to feel it for the rest of the weekend, please give me your cum!”

With one last grunt, and a deep thrust, we came together. I shivered and pumped deep into her. She shuddered around me, squeezing my cum out into her.

Still shaky, I kissed her again and whispered, “good girl.”

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