Tales of the Rope novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Home Delivery Continued

Brian gulped again, and looked up at this incredibly beautiful, handcuffed woman.

“You said in your letters that you have plenty of ropes?” Susie hinted. “Why don’t you get them out?” She smiled most sincerely at him. “I hope you really know how to tie a girl,” she purred.

Words stuck in his throat, so he just swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Her skin was very soft and warm to his touch.

It was true that he had experience at tying young ladies. It had been a passion of his during his teenage years and carried on to college where he found many willing young women. And he had been quite good at it. But finding women who loved it as much as he did was always a problem.

Brian set Susie down on her feet beside the bed. From the bottom drawer of his dresser, he selected a length of rope. Like all his ropes, it was coiled tightly and had a small loop tied in one end. Susie looked down at the handcuffs and numerous coils of rope still in the drawer and there was a smile of delight on her face. She actually licked her lips. Brian swallowed hard.

Kneeling down beside her, he told her to place her feet together. Then he bound her ankles tightly together, admiring those high heel-clad feet with each turn of the rope.

Susie said nothing. But he could see her breathing was heavier now. And those large nipples were taut. With her unable to walk, he felt it was safe to unlock her hands. With the handcuffs removed, she kept her arms behind her back to make it easy for him to bind the wrists with palms facing, and then the elbows, making sure that they were tightly together. He remembered from David’s letters that Susie loved her elbows bound as tightly as possible behind her. He jerked on the cinch rope until the clothesline couldn’t sink any more into the soft flesh above her elbows. Then he knotted the rope several times.

He came around to the front of his captive. She was biting her lip gently and her eyes were closed. Without opening them, she said, “Please gag me. I don’t want to talk any more.”

Under the ropes was a ball gag. When it was firmly buckled in place, he found both of them were breathing heavily. And the elbows being together behind her did incredible things to make her breasts stick out. And that wasn’t all that was sticking out. The bulge in his pants pointed right the soft curls of her pubic patch.

Brian could no longer resist. His hands clamped onto her breasts and squeezed. His reward was a moan of pure pleasure from the bound and gagged woman. He toyed with the nipples and squeezed hard. Susie pressed back against his hands and moaned. One hand wandered down to cup her sex. Her body immediately tensed and suddenly her hips were pushing against his hand. The smell of excited woman filled the room.

Foreplay was not needed. This woman was ready to go, a finger inserted between her legs informed him. In a blur of passion, he pushed her back onto the bed, not caring that she lay on her bound arms. Quickly he untied the ropes he had just placed on her ankles and spread the legs wide. Using the rope just taken off, he looped one ankle and tied it to the leg of the bed at one corner. Using another rope, he tied the other ankle to the other corner. The ropes now held her legs spread wide and made her a captive to the bed.

Susie’s eyes were closed. Her breathing was a panting through the nose, and she wiggled suggestively, rolling her body from side to side and thrusting her hips upward in invitation.

Almost tearing his clothes off, Brian climbed onto the bed. A second later he thrust his rod into the moist sheath that wanted it. The warm, soft flesh engulfing his penis was wonderful. He shoved deeply, and they both gasped. Then he slowly withdrew and began pumping. But passion betrayed him and what was meant to be a slow, sensual pumping of his tool inside her degenerated into a hard pumping matched by the frenzied thrusting of her hips.

In less than a minute they both were exploding into intense orgasms, the female trailing the male by no more than five seconds.

His weapon buried deeply within her, he wrapped his arms around her and shuddered as he spent his sexual fluid into her eager receptacle. The muscles of her vagina squeezed him, milking him of all he had to give.

Later, passion cooled by the most intense climax he had ever had, Brian rolled off her and staggered to his feet. His captive lay there, trembling slightly, hips slowly rocking back and forth, and moaning softly. For a while all he could do was stand there and admire his good luck. Finally he reached for the gag to remove it, but Susie shook her head and made noises plainly indicating that she didn’t want the gag taken out. He knew with the instinct of a dominant male that she would also not welcome the removal of the ropes that were the constant and very real reminder of her captive status. He also remembered the letters describing how she loved to be left tied up after sex. And how she should be kept bound all the time she was his to play with. Change the bondage, but don’t ever remove it, the letters had said.