Bound to You

I knelt on the bed, heart thudding in my chest, as James secured my wrists together with soft red rope. The dim light of the bedroom and the anticipation coursing through me made every sense sharper. This was the first time we’d ventured into bondage, and though I was nervous, I trusted him completely. "Color?" he asked gently, fingers pausing their work. "Green," I whispered, letting him know I was okay. More than okay—excitement pulsed between my thighs. He finished tying the knot, leaving my hands bound just above my head. "You're so beautiful like this," James murmured. I shivered at his words, a flood of arousal dampening the silk sheets beneath me. With my arms restrained, I felt every touch of his even more intensely. He ran a hand slowly down my bare back, over the curve of my hip, then around to cup my breast. I gasped as his thumb grazed my nipple, already stiff with need. "Please...," I found myself whimpering. Whether I was begging for his touch or release, I wasn’t sure. James let out a low chuckle—he loved when I begged. He leaned in, pressing a hot kiss between my shoulder blades, then along the side of my neck. I arched into his mouth with a soft moan. My position left me utterly exposed: knees apart, back arched, my bound hands preventing me from hiding anything. The cool air on my soaked folds made me aware of just how wet I was for him. I felt the tip of his cock tease along my entrance and I nearly cried out. Bound and helpless, all I could do was push back pleadingly with my hips. "Such an eager little pet," James growled softly. With one firm thrust, he sheathed himself inside me. A muffled scream of pleasure tore from my throat as he filled me completely. The sense of surrender—of being so vulnerable and taken—was overwhelming in the best way. James set a deep, steady rhythm, his hands gripping my hips to control every movement. I could do nothing but submit to the waves of sensation crashing through me. Every powerful thrust forced me forward a bit, my cheek pressing into the sheets, my wrists straining against the rope—yet the slight bite of restraint only heightened my pleasure. His low grunts and the wet sounds of our joining echoed in the room, sounding illicit and perfect. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly far quicker than usual. "James... I'm... oh!" I babbled, barely coherent. "Come for me, baby," James urged, voice rough with lust. With a few more strokes, I shattered around him, a raw cry ripping from my lips. My entire body quaked, inner walls spasming hard around his cock. The intense pulses pushed James over the edge as well. He slammed into me one final time and groaned my name, his fingers digging into my hips as he emptied himself deep inside me. For a long moment, the world narrowed to just the sound of our breathing and the thundering of my heart. Gently, James untied my wrists and pulled me into his arms. I nestled against his chest, every muscle boneless and sated. He kissed my forehead tenderly. "You okay?" he asked, brushing hair from my damp face. I smiled up at him. "More than okay," I replied softly, feeling a delicious ache between my thighs. Wrapped in his embrace, I’d never felt so loved—or so utterly his.