Knotted Up

I’ve known you for a long time.

Fourteen years now. Three of those as your friend. Eleven of them as your husband.

And I’ve learned over the years how much you like to be in control. How you thrive being a leader, a decision-maker in any situation you find yourself in.

It’s what makes you a good mom to our son, a good manager of your team at work.

You’re that person everyone comes to for advice. You’re always getting asked, ‘How do you have time to do it all?’

The answer is that there’s never enough time for everything.

I’m the person that knows you best in the entire world. And that means I know how bad you are at taking a break.

Sometimes I have to remind you that work can always wait, that you can’t be your best if you haven’t eaten or gotten a full-night sleep.

And when those gentle reminders don’t work, sometimes I have to be a little more… insistent.

Today’s one of those days. We both took off work, grabbed a babysitter for the evening, and headed out in the car driving west.

An hour later and we arrived at the Pecos Springs trailhead. It’s one of those places we always say we want to go to but never do. Everyone talks about the view of the city from here. All the shaded limestone cliffs and canopies of hanging Spanish moss.

It’s warm this evening, even with the sun starting its slow descent toward the horizon. Your shoulder brushes against mine as we walk along the rocky trail.

“You’re sure you can take off the afternoon? Weren’t you just saying the new guys need a bunch of help still?”

“Yeah, yeah, they’ll be fine without me. I left them with some new inventory to get in the system. Lot of busy work.”

“Ooh, it’s bright out here. Where are my…? Can I see the bag for a sec—oh, excuse me. What, are you hiding something in there?”

“Mind your own business.”

“Okay, you know how I feel about surprises.”

“Oh, I’m well aware.”

“Uh-huh, so if you’re planning something—”

“You think I’m that much of a masochist?”

“Maybe.”

“I learned my lesson with the whole surprise boat party for your 30th—”

“Okay, so if you’re not planning something, then what’s in there?”

“How about you don’t worry about it? Maybe let someone else be in control for a little bit.”

“Ugh.”

“Might be good for you.”

“Whatever.”

It makes you deeply uncomfortable to not be calling the shots. I can see it in your face, a sudden insecurity you can’t shake.

But it’s good for you, not always knowing what’s coming next.

To be fair, you’re completely right. I’m planning a little something… but you’ll find out all about it soon enough.

“Well, if you’re going to be weird, then I get to pick our spot.”

“Fine. Needs to be somewhere a little private, though.”

“Mm, intriguing. Somewhere private…”

You veer off the trail just slightly and take careful steps over a few large rocks. The sun is bearing down on us, baking the long flat stones and the rocky soil beneath us.

You follow a barely visible path, obviously tread by many people, but unofficial in terms of the park’s marked trails.

We head down a sloped clearing towards a wall of branches.

“Whoa.”

You push through the thicket… and a massive ravine unfolds out in front of us. Out in the distance, just barely visible against the puff of clouds, the city skyline glitters a little.

“Gorgeous. This private enough for you?”

“Yeah. This’ll work.”

I open the tote bag and roll out a folded-up blanket on the hard ground.

You place yourself in my lap as we sit down, stretching your legs out and draping your arms over each of my thighs.

“Mm, you were right.”

“About what?”

“I’m just calmer out here. I haven’t touched my phone once.”

“We’ve only been here for half an hour. But I did notice. Good job, babe.”

“So, are you going to tell me what’s in the bag now?”

“You’re relentless.”

“I’m thorough.”

“Impatient, more like.”

“Some might call me exceptionally curious.”

I was going to wait a little longer. Let you settle in and really get comfortable, but I can tell you’re antsy. You know I’m up to something and you won’t relax until you know what it is.

I pull out two coils of rope and drop them into your lap.

I can feel your whole body stiffen a little at the sight of them. And for the first time since you woke up this morning… you don’t have anything snarky to say.

“It’s… been a long time…”

“Yeah. It has.”

You finger one of the soft threaded ends, running your hand over each black coil like the feeling of it is taking you back in time. Probably to the many nights we spent playing around with knots back in our younger days.

I got into rope sometime in college. I was never really serious about it. It was always just a hobby, something to mess around with in bed.

But I got pretty good at column ties… chest harnesses... Amateur ties led to advanced ones and… you were always a more-than-willing participant.

Those sounds you would make… the way your lip would tremble as I ran my hands over you… all wound up in my ropes.

Rope work takes a lot of time… preparation. Getting married and having a kid has meant less time together… less energy for things like this.

Somehow it’s been… I don’t know, five, maybe six years since we last tried it.

“You’re going to force me to be still?”

“Mhm. You need to relax… and, to my memory, this is one way to get you to do it. I’m going to be in control for a little while. And you’re not going to worry about a thing.”

You sit up and turn to face me, your mouth pressing hard against mine.

Your breath is hot and you’re taking in big breaths of air like you’re suddenly empty. Like you need me to fill you up again.

I take the rope from your hands and slowly wind my way out from under you. The look you’re giving me is hard to read. Intense… a lot of anticipation in your eyes… but I can still see the ghost of a smile on your mouth.

Lips parted… eyes wide and a little glassy… this is the look I remember. The look you used to give me so many years ago.

“Tell me what to do.”

“Lie back.”

You lean back on your elbows and your eyes skate over mine. There’s a look of desperation in them like you’re trying very hard to be still, to not say anything.

I lean forward and pull gently at the buttons of your shirt. You shrug out of it and start pulling down your pants.

“Ah-ah—no. You’re always getting ahead of yourself.”

I take my time in undoing your button… and pulling your pants all the way down to your ankles.

You’re spread out before me now, completely bare on this blanket. Nothing but the sun shining on your skin.

I push your legs apart gently and settle myself between them on my knees.

I take one of the coils of rope and wind it around your ankle. Slow… methodical… it’s all coming back to me.

“It’s been a while… but I’m sure you remember how this goes.”

“Yeah…”

“I want you to describe everything you’re feeling. Every sensation…”

“The rope is soft… but tight.”

I bend your leg, pushing your ankle closer to your ass, and wrap the rope around your thigh… your calf… forcing you to keep your leg bent.

“It’s… hugging me… digging into my skin a little…”

“Do you like that feeling?”

“Yeah… I like how it presses into my skin… how it leaves marks.”

I repeat the process with your other ankle, wrapping the second length of rope around your thigh and securing your lower leg to your upper.

You can’t extend your legs at all now… can’t unbend them.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yeah. It feels… restrictive.”

I move to your left and take my wrist in your hand. You give it to me freely… letting me do whatever I want with it… with you.

“You don’t have to be so gentle. I can take more, you know.”

“I know you can. But this isn’t about pushing you to your limit…”

I bind your left wrist to the rope around your upper thigh.

“It’s about you… letting go.”

“What if I want more?”

“Right now… it’s about getting out of your head. No wants. No needs. No worries. Just you… submitting… to me.”

I repeat the tie with your right wrist and thigh. And when I’m finished… your hands are immobilized, bound tight to each of your legs so that one can’t move without the other.

“You’re still so good at this…”

“Test that. Tight?”

“Could be tighter.”

“It’ll do. For now.”

I shift behind you and guide you to lean back into my chest. When I reach around your torso, my hand brushes over your nipple. Your body twitches… your senses are heightened… exactly how I want them.

I hold your breasts in my hands, just… dragging my thumbs over each nipple. Teasing them with little touches.

“Oh…”

You like it hard… but like I said, today isn’t about giving you what you want. It’s about giving you what you need.

“Do you feel exposed?”

“Mm… yes… I feel… open… for you.”

I pick up the second coil of rope and wrap it twice around your torso, just below your breasts. The rope drags up the center of your back… and just above your breasts… twice around.

I wrap two strands around your forearms, keeping them tight against your chest. It should keep you from being able to move your wrists much… and that will keep your legs open for me.

It’s aesthetic mostly, this basic chest harness, but I like the way it pushes your breasts out… the way it keeps your upper body still.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes…”

I graze my fingers over your nipples again, squeezing each one a few times as I kiss your neck and shoulder.

I feel something like electricity between us. A spark of sensation as my fingers move over your breasts.

My cock is getting hard… pressing into you from behind. I’m sure you can feel it.

“Do you want something from me?”

“Yeah… I want… please, I want you to… to touch me…”

“Where do you want me to touch you?”

I trail my hand down your abdomen… hovering right over your open legs.

“There… please… please, I’m… oh my god.”

I slide two fingers through your folds.

“Here…?”

You’re slick… warm… and already so, so wet.

My fingers glide across your clit. I’m going to give you just a little bit… just enough to keep you on edge…

“Will you give me control?”

“Yeah… yes… yes…”

The muscles in your arms are flexing and straining as you try to reach for me… but you can’t.

“Good.”

I work my fingers in small circles right over your clit… working you… slow because I love those breathy sighs and moans…

“I need more…”

“Don’t worry… I’m going to give you… everything you want…”

I move faster… working your clit… applying pressure… I’m trying to take my time with you… but you make it hard not to lose control.

“Is this what you want? Do you want to cum like this?”

“Yes, please keep going. Make me cum. Make me…”

I’m not holding back now… fingering you faster… swirling your wetness against your folds…

Teasing your clit relentlessly… watching your body pulse and strain against the ropes… it’s almost too much. I need you.

I hold you close as you cum, just feeling your body twitch and writhe against mine. My cock is pulsing.

“That was just a teaser, you know.”

“Yeah?”

“You enjoyed being helpless to me… I can see it… feel it. You want more.”

“I do… yeah… I want more…”

Your gaze is laser-focused on me as I walk around you and kneel down between your legs.

I lie down on my stomach and press my face against the inside of your thigh.

“Oh my god, I… please, I need… I need you, baby…”

I drag my teeth across your skin and your whole body jerks. The squeeze of the ropes make every touch feel like a jolt of sensation.

“Please…”

Your wrists strain against the rope. I know the helplessness is intensifying everything I do.

I can see the desperation in your eyes… in the way you’re pulling against your restraints.

I push my face into your pussy and drag my tongue over your clit.

“I know… I’m giving you a lot. But I know you can take it.”

“I know what you want. You want me inside you. You want every inch of me… spreading you open. Is that right?”

“Oh my god—yeah—baby, I want to take all of you. I want you in me, please—”

“Say it.”

“I want you… fuck, I need you in me…”

I get rid of my pants and my cock springs out of my boxers, ready for you. God, it’s pulsing… aching… I might be just as desperate as you are right now.

I ease you onto your back and your pussy is completely, fully open to me. I run my shaft along your thigh… let the tip press just a little bit up against your entrance.

“I can’t… I can’t wait any longer…”

“Yeah, baby, you can. I’m… right… where you want me, aren’t I?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Should I make you cum again? Or… maybe I should make you wait a little longer…”

“Please… please, I want you in me, please…”

I push in… an inch at a time…

“Oh, that’s it, baby. Take me… take all of me…”

“Fuck… fuck… God, I’m so deep…”

“Harder, please—”

“I can feel how close you are… you’re… fuck you’re squeezing so tight… take me, baby, take it…”

“Yeah, I’m close I’m close…”

“Here… let me… get these undone…”

I undo the knots keeping your wrists secured to your thighs. You assist me in pulling apart the knots around your legs.

“Baby… thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

Behind you, the sun is almost fully descended behind the horizon. We should get going soon, but something about the sight of you… bare… rope marks imprinted across your skin… smiling at me with that dazed look in your eyes…

Something makes me want to stay. Just for a little while longer.