"Don't be nervous, Killer." You say with a wry smile, watching the way he experimentally flexes against the cords that have him bound to the sturdy wooden chair. You haven't even properly begun and already the sight is chipping away at your sinful patience. "It's just a little rope."
"I'd...say it's more than that, Y/N." Is his reply, strained despite his attempts at appearing unaffected. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, unable to grab anything. You'd taken your time, ensuring that all of the cords currently keeping him tied up wouldn't chafe, but were tight enough that he couldn't reach for you like he wanted. Oh, the delicious way he squirmed...
There's no need for him to voice the uncertainty he has for this new experience you'd suggested. It had taken several times asking for him to finally oblige you, and even then it was under the condition that he be the one in the ropes, rather than the other way around. Something about safety, you recall with amusement.
Even if you tell him not to move while you tightened and looped the ropes around his naked body, he still somehow kept fidgeting in place. Perhaps to try creating loose portion of the ropes, but you don't think so. Mostly, you believe he just doesn't know if he'd enjoy this or not, and didn't want to disappoint you.
Not that he ever could, but he'd find that out soon enough.
"Just relax..." You soothe, though with mixed results. His brow lifted as you sauntered forward, letting your hips sway with each step. "...and let me have a bit of fun. It's not every day I get a big, strong man like you completely at my mercy."
"With the way you're looking at me right now?" He quips, meeting your gaze with a little nod. "Relaxing is the last thing I want to do."
You smirk, leaning down closer. One of your hands lifts his chin delicately. You watch the way his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows thickly, his eyes riveted on your confident gaze. "Be a good boy, won't you?" You whisper.
He huffs out a breath, but otherwise doesn't reply, and you take that as your signal to begin.
You slip the silk cover-up you'd teased him with slowly off your shoulders, the fabric pooling silently to the floor at your feet. Killer's eyes sweep over your magnificent figure, appreciating the view while he can. You'll never get over the way he looks at you...
When you lean close, on your knees before him, his breathing starts to go a little funny, his cock twitching at the sight. But you weren't going to give him everything he wanted so soon. Oh, no. You'd take your time and truly appreciate Killer for everything that he was. And so instead of bringing your mouth to his cock where he expected, your lips latched onto a spot over his pec, sucking a harsh kiss.
He grunts at the unexpected sensation, arms tensing against the restraints. You can hear the way they creak in protest. But you ignore it, more than happy to taste his beautiful, scarred skin unhindered. Why you didn't do this every second of every single day was a mystery to you. This man deserved it, you thought.
You can't help but chuckle at his frustrated huff of breath, mouth working its way wherever it pleased and yet not giving nearly as much as he needed. You jumped over the cords that bound him, exploring and tasting as you saw fit. His chest rose and fell quickly, shallow breaths giving away his excitement.
You meander your lips across his chest, circling indirectly towards your next target. With a grin, your teeth scrape across his nipple. He gasps beneath you, trying his hardest to muffle the groan that threatens to burst forth. A few enthusiastic sucks, though, and he can't quite hold it back.
"Y/N-" He warns in a groan, voice cutting off when your fingers give his thigh a hard squeeze. "Nnngh..."
Patience, you say without words. Be a good boy and you'll get your reward soon enough.
You feel his head loll to the side, the ropes giving another creak as he flexes and shifts underneath his bindings. He wants to touch you so badly. Poor man, you think. He'd just have to be good a bit longer if he wanted such privilege.
You put more effort into the way your lips caress him, relishing the way his body quakes, wanting to move but unable to under the Shibari's strong cords. Another heady groan escapes him when your hand moves to drag a few fingers up the bottom length of his cock, teasing and tantalizing him with the pleasure he'd soon experience.
"You're so ready for me, aren't you?" You mouth over his heart, feeling the fast and heavy beats of it through his skin. His breath is stuttered, gasping while your hand encloses around the base of his shaft, setting a slow and unsatisfying pace.
The cords around his hips creak as he strains for more. But he's tied to the chair, and despite your reservations if it could actually hold him in place without breaking, you're surprised at its strength so far.
You're persistent, never speeding up your hand, leaving a haphazard trail of hickeys and bruises from your mouth working its magic. Killer tries not to squirm but he can't help it, at the mercy of your fingers and lips. He's the most reactive, most sensitive you've ever seen him And he's just...so beautiful, all tied up and trusting you to give him unbearable pleasure while cradling his vulnerable body and heart. Dear lord, you could kiss this man. You will. But that would come later, when he'd given you all you wanted first.
Perhaps he's suffered long enough? These dozen or so minutes of your languid and lazy pace, winding him up as taut as possible? A good boy deserved a lovely reward...
"Killer, so big..." You go on, knowing that each word you spoke was like honey down his spine. "Just look at you, trembling from a little rope and my hand..."
"Y/N..." His voice is strained with need the more you move your wrist. "Please, Y/N--mmm-!"
"Begging already?"
You hear his breath hitch as he swallows back whatever he was going to say, but the sudden twist of your wrist pulls the gargled moan out one way or another. And it's music, pure music to your ears. So needy, so damn desperate for more...what you wouldn't give to hear it all night.
But no. Time for a little mercy.
You press a tiny, gentle kiss at the top of his cock head, and he freezes. He's tense, waiting to finally get some relief for all of the teasing you've put him through. And although you've been content to prolong this as long as you had, any longer would be plain cruel.
"Ahhhhh..." The noise he makes...oh, your toes curl with lust as you lower your lips past his cock head, taking him into your mouth inch by inch. He's throbbing, hot with the rush of blood, the tip salty with the taste of precum. "Ohhh....fuck."
"Mmm..." You hum, letting the vibrations from your muffled voice do half of the work for you. His feet brace against the ground, hips trying their best to surge upwards into your mouth, to go just that little bit deeper into your warm and wet mouth, wrapping so intoxicatingly around his cock. And after the first bob down and then back up, he's a stuttering, groaning, absolute disaster of a mess.
Such a good boy, indeed...
"Y-yes," He spews breathlessly, "yes, Y/N...ah, m-more, please..."
The only thing audible over his unfocused moans was the continuous creaking of the ropes. His chest pressed forward, the dark blue accentuating his sweat-dampened skin. Creak, creak, moan.
But you, you're drunk on the taste of his salty skin, his trembling thighs, and his taut chest. You drink it all in, relishing the control, the way he comes so undone for you. Your head bobs faster, sucking and following your cheeks so that he feels every bit of sensation he can.
A litany of curses, the low, mumbled chant of your name, low in his throat. His arms strain to touch you, hold you, but he's restricted. You deny him that privilege. A particularly loud crack catches your attention, the back of the chair cracking but still not giving way completely. The beat that Killer contains isn't enough to break it.
Killer's been teased enough. His guttural moan catches low, comes out strained and harsh as he cums unexpectedly. You're caught off guard, tasting the saltiness of his seed as it coats the back of your throat. You swallow it back, intent to draw out his orgasm as long as you possibly could. His muscles clench and unclench, over and over as the waves course through him.
And only when his gasps begin to sound painful do you stop, releasing his wet cock with a tiny pop. It twitches and bobs in the aftershocks, his chest heaving up and down with long breaths.
"F-fuck...uhhh, Y/N...that was..."
"Fun?" You say with a smile, basking in the way he tried to recover himself. "Something worth repeating?"
"Yeah...hah..." His grin splits his face as he slowly shakes his head, meeting your gaze with his own lust-blown eyes. "But maybe next time...you're the one in the ropes."
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