“Okay?” he asked as he worked.
“Yes, I’m…I’m good.” She wasn’t cold, but she felt like shivering as Ethan’s fingers moved across her skin. He was going slow, being methodical with the knot, and somehow that turned her on like crazy.
When he finished the knot in the back, he touched her shoulder and moved the rope to the front again. She felt the reassuring contact in her pussy, in a hot, sudden throb. Why was she so turned on by every small touch? Because of the rope, or because Ethan was so close to her, creating those knots against her body? The jute’s texture wasn’t scratchy, but it wasn’t smooth either. She supposed that was the “great tooth” Ethan had talked about.
“Do you mind if I…” He paused, then crossed the tails of the rope across her breasts, right over her nipples. “I know a few techniques. Women seem to like how they feel.”
Her nipples were hard as rocks, just from the slight pressure. “Go for it,” she said.
He started fashioning a band across her breasts, tying small knots and weaving the jute into an occasional twist. An adjustment, a slight pull, and then he was manipulating her bra’s cups, finding her nipples and positioning the rope twists right against them. If her nipples had been naked, the rope would have pinched, and definitely hurt. Her pussy throbbed again.
“Oh my fucking God,” she whispered.
He paused. “I can undo it if you don’t like it.”
“No, I like it. It’s just…” She let out a breath as her cheeks burned with secret, growing lust. “I think you could get pretty dangerous with these knots of yours.”
She heard his soft chuckle. “That’s kind of the point. Stand still for me, Ruby.”
Stand still for me. Gah, the commanding way he said it, and the skilled way he wielded the rope. Another knot and slide, and the rope grew tighter against her skin. Against her nipples. Oh, God help me. She leaned back into him as he created a lattice of rope work against her stomach. Now and again he retied knots, or tugged them to a different place, until her shoulders, breasts, and spine felt perfectly contained by rope, and perfectly confined.
Her voice dropped to a reverent whisper. “How long have you been doing this, Ethan?”
“Rope? Since I first learned about it. I was searching up knots for a Boy Scout badge and stumbled on a bondage video tutorial. I think I was thirteen.”
“Have you always tied girls from behind?”
“It’s my preferred way,” he answered. “It feels easier to me. Closer.”
I wish you would do me from behind. By some miracle of self-control, she didn’t say it, but she wanted to. She was so wet, so freaking turned on. He drew the rope around her waist, the tails growing shorter. “Are you almost done?” she asked.
“Almost. But since we’re figuring out if you’re kinky or not, let’s do this too.”
He turned her around so they stood face to face. He didn’t tell her to put her hands down at her sides. He just moved them there, pulling first one wrist and then the other into the belt he was knotting at her waist. She looked down at herself, at her trapped hands, and back into his striking blue gaze.
“That trust thing,” he reminded her. “Are you doing okay?”
“I’m…” She had no words. “I’m…yeah.”
“You sure?”
She tested her arms. She was really bound, really stuck, unless he decided to release her. Her nipples ached where the rope rested on them, in the very best way.
“If you’re okay, let’s see it all through,” he said.
“See what all through?”
“I’ll show you. Be still.”
With that order, he leaned against the front of her to reach around and knot the rope belt at the small of her back. She leaned her head into the crook of his neck, not quite touching him. She’d known him as a friend, as a talented musician for so many years, but she’d never imagined there was an Ethan like this.
“Spread your legs a little,” he said when he finished the knot in the back.
She hesitated, then complied. Yes, she was dripping wet, but he probably already knew that. She was practically panting. Part of her was ashamed to be so turned on—this was just a learning experience, wasn’t it? But another part of her wanted him to hike her panties up between her pussy lips so she could ride his hand, or the rope, or anything that could relieve the urgency in her swollen clit.
He reached between her thighs and twisted the remaining tails into a knot while she stood, about to pass out from embarrassed horniness. Then he pulled the knot up between her legs, right between her thighs. She trembled, trying not to moan out loud, but didn’t quite manage it.
“I can do a trick here, too,” he said.