Show Me the Ropes

by Roz Lee

  He broke the kiss and left the bed before he forgot entirely what he planned to do. Her eyes popped open and she protested the loss with a groan. Her sweet tongue swept over her full bottom lip. He turned away and closed his eyes, steeling himself against her lure. He dragged a deep breath through flared nostrils and bent to his bag.

  “Now, for the gag.” He pulled a small ball-gag from the bag and dangled it above her face. “We can’t have security interrupting us. This should allow you to express yourself without the neighbors calling the police.” He pulled the gag taunt between his hands. “Do you want me to gag you?”

  “Yes, Richard.” Her voice was nothing more than a husky whisper that made his cock twitch.

  “Open up then.” He slid the small ball between her lips and lifted her head to secure the back fastening. “Is that okay?”

  She nodded and sighed against the hard rubber ball.

  “Excellent.”

  He stood at the end of the bed surveying the feast waiting for him. She was far from helpless. Bound by her wrists and ankles, she held more power over him than she knew. Her body sang to him, called him like a siren to the rocky shores of love. A crook of her finger in his direction, a lift of her hips, a sound from the slim column of her throat and he would be lost. Hell, he was lost already. She had him more tied up than any ropes he could use on her.

  He’d had one week with her and three without her. In the week they’d spent together, he knew what it felt like to love beyond yourself. He knew the contentment of giving pleasure to the one you love. Before Fallon, he hadn’t known how satisfying it could be to be the instrument of someone else’s bliss. The first time he’d brought her to orgasm, asking nothing for himself, he’d become a different person.

  Today, Fallon would give him physical release, but giving the same to her meant more to him. He’d gladly wear the cock cage the rest of his life if he could spend that time watching Fallon fly apart at his hands.

  She clenched the muscles between her legs and a tiny bead of moisture squeezed from her vagina. Richard licked his lips and turned his back on the wet pink slit. He could smell her arousal, could all but taste her on his tongue.

  He left her, knowing she expected him to make love to her. He took his time. He put the Do-Not-Disturb sign on the door before going into the small bathroom and closing the door.

  * * * * *

  Fallon tested her bindings. Richard had done a good job. She couldn’t move more than a few inches, not that she wanted to. She’d missed this. Richard understood her need, understood the irony of being bound in order to experience true sexual freedom. She squirmed, her hips moving in invitation. What was taking him so long? The nipple clamps she’d put on before she opened the door to him were becoming uncomfortable, but one touch from Richard would turn the pain to pleasure. She arched her back. The thin skin covering her breasts pulled tight bringing fresh pain to her nipples. She clamped her teeth against the ball-gag, swallowing hard.

  The room was so quiet she could hear her own heartbeat growing erratic as anticipation built. If he didn’t come to her soon, she’d soak the bed with her juices. Her clit throbbed against the pearl clamp adorning it. She whimpered as the need to put pressure on the swollen bud intensified. What was he doing in there? Didn’t he know how desperate she was? She ground her hips against the bedspread, seeking fulfillment. She needed Richard. She needed him to touch her, to bring her to the mindless state of ecstasy only he was able to. She needed him to fill her. She closed her eyes and an image of his hard cock made her groan. She had to swallow hard as saliva pooled in her mouth. God, she wanted to take him in her mouth, but with the gag, it was impossible.

  Tears of frustration streamed down her temples just as Richard stepped out of the bathroom.

  * * * * *

  He splashed cold water on his face then shut the tap off and listened. The sound of fabric shushing told him Fallon was testing her bonds. Christ he wanted to go out there and fuck her brains out. He would, he promised himself, after he saw to her needs. Not that fucking her brains out wouldn’t satisfy her needs, but she was capable of handling a great deal of passion. Just climbing on top of her and giving her a good ride would do the trick, but she deserved more. She deserved to be loved thoroughly, and she would be. When he finally got around to entering her, there was no way she would doubt his love for her.

  Then he’d bind her to him for life.

  Richard stripped off his clothes. As he removed each article, he folded it neatly and stacked it on the bathroom counter. When he was naked, he stood before the full-length mirror. His cock rose proudly from his manscaped groin like a warrior’s sword. He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. The breath whooshed out all at once and he wrapped his fingers around the doorknob, and went to her.

  * * * * *

  The bathroom door swished open. Fallon turned toward the sound. Blood rushed through her system. Air trapped in her lungs.

  Richard skirted the bed and came to a stop close enough she could almost touch his naked thigh with the fingers of her left hand. Almost. He towered over her like a magnificent god, all bronzed skin dusted with dark hairs. If he didn’t touch her soon she thought she might die of frustration. The few minutes he’d been in the bathroom had felt like hours. Patience, never one of her virtues, failed her now.

  She wiggled her fingers, straining and stretching against the ropes in an effort to touch even a small part of him. Richard shifted, just a slight movement that took him beyond her reach. She watched helplessly as he wrapped his right hand around his shaft. His fist pumped along the length as if testing the strength of his erection.

  “See what you do to me?” He pulled against his cock and his balls rose with the motion. Her mouth watered to taste him. With his free hand, he cradled his sac, rolling and weighing his balls in his wide palm. “Do you want it?”

  She grunted her assent as she nodded her head.

  “I know you do, but your pretty little mouth is full. That’s too bad.” Stroke. Stroke. “Would you like a closer look?”

  She nodded again. Please, please. In answer to her unspoken plea, Richard knelt on the bed, his knees brushing against her ribcage. He swung one leg over her so he straddled her breasts. She arched her back, bringing her clamped nipples in contact with his thighs. His balls brushed between her breasts.

  “Down, or you won’t get any,” he admonished. She relaxed against the bed. Richard lifted her head and slipped a pillow underneath so she had a better view. His cock jutted against his abdomen inches from her face. Liquid heat pooled between her legs. God, he was beautiful and she’d never wanted anything so bad in her life. As she stared at his cock, a bead of pre-cum formed on the tip and slid like a teardrop down the side.

  “That’s a good girl. Look,” he took his cock in hand again and guided the tip to her parted lips. “Ahh, that feels good.” He used his cock to spread the pearl drop of pre-cum over her lips like the finest lip-gloss. “Looks good on you too.”

  Fallon moved her eyes to his as he used his cock to stroke over her cheekbones, along the length of her nose, across her forehead and along each eyebrow in turn. He stroked along her jaw line, leaving a thin wet line in his wake.

  Richard shifted back so his cock now rose from between her breasts. She resisted the urge to arch into him. “You’ve been clamped for a long time.” He used his cock to nudge against the clamps sending spikes of pleasure-pain through her system and straight to her core. “Let’s get them off.” He removed both clamps simultaneously. She did arch her back then as sensation returned to her nipples. Tears filled her eyes and spilled over to run across her temples and disappear in her hairline.

  He rubbed first one, then the other with the head of his cock, soothing and arousing at the same time. Through watery eyes, she watched him massage her nipples.

  “Look at them, sweetheart. Plump berries, begging to be eaten.” He shifted over her, and before she caught her breath, he closed his mouth over one nipple, st
ealing the air from her lungs while rolling the other nipple between his thumb and index finger.

  She closed her eyes and dragged a ragged breath through her nose. Oh God. Dueling sensations robbed her of sanity. His heated tongue swirled and soothed one nipple, while his fingers pinched and tugged on the other. She thought she might faint when he reversed his attentions and the opposing sensations assaulted her senses again.

  Inarticulate cries clawed along her throat but came up short against the ball-gag. Knowing she was safe, protected by the restraints, Fallon let herself fall headlong into the hurricane.

  She calmed in the eye of the storm. Richard released her breasts, massaging them with gentle hands until her body eased and her breathing evened out.

  “As good as your breasts taste, I think there is another part of you that will taste better.” Her pulsed raced as he shifted lower and knelt between her widespread legs. “You are so beautiful.”

  His hands traced the lines of gold rope from beneath her breasts, over her ribcage, and across her stomach. Two fingers followed the thin ropes trailing from the ring at her navel, across her abdomen to part her labia major.

  A tremor shot through her body at the contact with her swollen folds. His thumb brushed over her clit and down to her open slit. He swirled the digit around the rim, lubricating it with her juices. She bucked her hips off the bed, silently begging him to enter her. He didn’t disappoint, plunging his thumb inside her and going unerringly to the spot guaranteed to send her over the edge.

  Fallon screamed against the gag. Her inner muscles clenched against his thumb, giving her the release she so desperately needed. She closed her eyes and rode out the tsunami. As her body calmed she refocused on Richard, aware he’d shifted again, lower this time. His hands slid beneath her so he cradled her ass in his palms. Hot breath fanned against her wetness, the only warning of his intent.

  He closed his mouth over her and the heavens opened. No matter how many people she had taught the art of oral sex, none, she was sure, did it like Richard Wolfe. He’d never needed instruction. Somehow he intuitively knew how to pleasure a woman, how to pleasure her.

  His tongue swept from her clit, down and around, circling, teasing, and driving her out of her mind. A plea formed in her chest, worked its way up, and lodged against the gag. She twisted her head on the pillow, silently begging Richard to look at her, certain he would see her need written on her face, if only he would look. He continued to torment her, sweeping his tongue over her, dipping the tip inside her, then retreating. She rolled her hips, trying to take more of his tongue inside her.

  Frustration clawed at her and rumbled inside her chest. He sailed her like a master, bringing her to the brink of destruction, and then deftly maneuvering her through the narrow passage to safety. Somewhere amid Richard’s sensual assault, the truth whispered through her mind and heart. Richard would always keep her safe. He would always anchor her. All she had to do was let go and Richard would be there. Her heart swelled with love and she let go of the figurative rope.

  * * * * *

  He sensed the moment Fallon let go and gave herself over to him and he swept in to catch her. She was still coming down from her orgasm when he plunged two fingers into her. He glanced up to see her eyes close and her head tilted back against the pillow. Ah, yes! She was ready.

  Richard drew his fingers out of her vagina and in one move replaced them with his thumb. At the same time, his wet fingers found her tight rosette and breached it smoothly as he clamped his lips over her clit and sucked.

  She sailed into the storm. He guided her with precision, steering her through the gales of release and to the other side.

  Richard waited for her to find her anchor. With his fingers still buried inside her, he rose up over her and held himself there until she opened her eyes.

  “I love you, Fallon.” He saw his love reflected back at him in her eyes. He placed a feather light kiss on her nose and pulled his hand free of her tight passages. A moment later, he tossed the gag on the floor and covered her mouth with his.

  He couldn’t wait any longer. He flexed his hips and drove balls-deep into her. She clenched around him and he stilled. The truth washed over him like a wave against the shore. Fallon would always be his harbor. She would always provide him safe anchorage.

  He slid out and breached her once again. He lowered himself on top of her and with his hands on her shoulders, slid them along her arms until he captured her tethered hands in his. With fingers laced together, his torso pressed into her roped one, he made love to her, slow and sweet and full of promise.

  * * * *

  Fallon loved the rope ensemble, but she knew she couldn’t wear it all the time. Richard worked the tiny key in the lock at her waist and carefully loosened the labia ropes. Tender fingers caressed her folds as they closed around her feminine mystery.

  “I love it when you are spread open for me.” Richard’s desire roughened voice sent a wave of liquid arousal between her legs.

  “Me too,” she whispered.

  He massaged each patch of skin as he released her from the ropes, saving her wrist and ankle shackles for last. When the last rope slid free, he gathered her in his arms and pulled the comforter over them. His heat warmed their cocoon and she relaxed in his embrace.

  “I love you,” she said against his chest.

  “I love you too. I thought I might die when you left.”

  “Why didn’t you stop me?”

  He was quiet so long she didn’t think he was going to answer, and then he did. “I want more than anything else in the world to bind you to me for life, but I could never do it without your consent. It was what you wanted at the time. I had to let you go.”

  “But I was wrong.”

  “I know, but that’s behind us now.” A strong hand stroked along her spine, over the twin globes of her ass and back up again while another cradled the back of her head, holding her close enough she felt his heartbeat beneath her cheek.

  “What do you want, Fallon? What’s next?”

  “I want to come back to the ship.”

  “And if we sell the ship?”

  “If you do, I’ll go anywhere with you, but I really wish you wouldn’t sell it.”

  He arched back and looked into her eyes. “Why?”

  “Because it suits you. Because you are at home there. Because it’s my home too.”

  “It suits me? How do you figure that?”

  “You love the people. Despite the party nature, you know you are helping people, and that is what the ship is to you. You’re a giver at heart, and you give thousands of people a chance to explore their sexuality, to learn the art of sexual pleasure. The classes were your idea, weren’t they?”

  “Yes, they were.”

  “See, I told you. It may be an unconventional philanthropy, but you do provide a valuable service.” She shifted so she sat cross-legged in front of him. She pulled the sheet over her legs when she noticed the direction of his gaze. “Focus, Richard. This is important.”

  “That’s important too.” He licked his lips and waggled his tongue at her. She laughed and slugged him playfully on the shoulder.

  “Yeah, well, try to focus your other brain on our conversation.” His eyes returned to hers and she continued. “You and Ryan may not have set out to provide a service for anyone other than yourselves, but it’s what you ended up with. If Flynt or Hefner bought it, that would end. The Lothario would be nothing more than a giant sex-club on the water.”

  “So? Ryan is happy on land. I can be too.”

  “Maybe so, but what would you do? You like seeing people leave the ship more confident, more assured. I’ve seen how you suggest they try a certain class, or urge them to participate in an event. They don’t see it, but I do. You’re trying to help them, and most of the time you do. Look at what you did for Candace. You manipulated her right into Ryan’s life and the two of them are happy as clams.”

  “I could find something to do on land. We ha
ve a charitable organization. I could work more closely with that.”

  “But would it give you the personal satisfaction you get from the Lothario? I don’t think it’s a coincidence that you and Ryan made your money from an internet-dating site. I think it’s just another thread in the fabric that makes you, you.”

  “So what would you have me do? If Ryan still wants out, I don’t know if I could shoulder the liability on my own.”

  “Talk to Ryan. Now that he has Candace, maybe he won’t be so eager to sell.” She dropped her eyes, uncertain if now was the time to tell him about her new project.

  “And?”

  “And, well, I have an idea for a new book. I want to explore the rope bondage fetish. We could advertise a block of rooms, say, once a month, to that crowd. Maybe discount the cruise in exchange for being part of my research project. We could also give classes, you and me, together. You could show them how to do the knots and how to safely restrain each other, and I could show them how the binding actually provides them with more sexual freedom than they’ve ever had before.” When he rose to sit with his back to the headboard, but didn’t stop her, she continued. “The possibilities are endless. You would be the technical expert. I would be the psychological expert. What do you think?”

  “It might work. We aren’t offering much in the way of bondage classes.”

  “Really?” She didn’t want to get too excited. Richard and Ryan still might sell the ship and she couldn’t think of any place in the world where the type of arrangement she had in mind would make it.

  “Really. But what if Ryan still wants to sell? What then?”

  “I’ll find another way to research.” She placed a hand in the center of his chest and let it slide down to the sheet low on his hips. “I’ll never get tired of our private research. That’s enough for me.”