Roped Up

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“Come on, babe, you don’t have to do that...”

“Sit! I did nothing but sit on my ass while you cooked for me tonight. The least I can do is clean.”

“Okay, okay! But if you need anything...”

“What...hey!”

“What did I say? Go on, sit! The longer you bug me, the longer this will take to get done! Lord knows you’re impatient enough!”

How long’s it been since we had a moment like this? Carefree and playful? Too long, probably. Your job’s kept you busy, and we’ve hardly been able to have any time between us outside of our nightly phone calls. I hate that we have to do this whole long-distance thing. I mean, you live just one town over, but still…I wish I could see you every day.

Just touching your hand across the dinner table tonight was almost enough to get me going...

You stand there at the sink, wiggling your hips as you scrub the dishes. I pull up a stool and sit there, just watching you work.

“So, uh...what’s all that stuff by the door?”

Oh. Right. All of those boxes aren’t usually there.

“Oh, my dad’s cleaning out his garage. That’s all my old rodeo stuff. ”

“Wait, what!? How did I not know you were in a rodeo? All those sweaty guys on horses must really do it for you.”

“Oh, yeah, you know me. Always been into big, sweaty rodeo guys. ”

“So, what, did you, like, ride bulls or something?”

“No, no, I did tie-down roping. You know, little bit of lasso, little bit of horseback...”

“You okay?”

“Oh, yeah! I’m good, I’m good. I’m just, uh...wow. Roping, huh?”

“Yeah, it was pretty fun, actually.”

“So…you must know how to tie all kinds of knots and things, yeah?”

A slow smile spreads across my face. You’re flustered and not very well at hiding it.

“Yeah. I’d say I’m pretty good with a rope...”

You turn around slowly, fingers sliding gingerly along the edge of the kitchen counter, eyes fixed on mine. I love when you look at me like that.

“Think you could rope me up?”

“Yeah, I think I could.”

You walk towards me. You’re usually so shy, but your steps are so confident right now. Just a few long strides and you’re already so close. Your lips press against my neck and a shock of pleasure goes through me. Your hands are cold from doing the dishes as they drift up my shirt...

“Why don’t you tie me up then, cowgirl?”

You give me a slow, passionate kiss…before turning on your heel and darting down the hallway.

“What. Hey! Get back here, you little tease!”

I chase you back into my bedroom and you’re already half-dressed by the time I get there. You move to lay flat on the bed, arching your back and spreading your legs as wide as you can. Your hands drift along your sides, tugging your pants and panties down your legs. I bite my lip, practically throwing my own clothes to the ground.

“You got rope, right?”

“Yeah, what kind of rodie would I be if I didn’t have rope?”

I open the top drawer of my dresser, where I know the soft nylon rope sits with all my other toys. I bought it on a whim a while back. I didn’t think I'd be using it any time soon - but you’re full of surprises. You’re on your hands and knees, waiting for me, ass up with your legs spread wide. That teasing little smirk plays over your lips as you look up at me. Fuck, I just want to bury my face between your thighs.

“Done this before?”

“In college. It’s been a while...and I have a feeling you’re way better. ”

“Safewords...hm. Green for go, yellow for slow, red for stop. Color? ”

“Green.”

Without moving your legs, you lift your head, and I place one of my pillows under you. You lower yourself back down and rest your head against it. I settle behind you, my hips pressing into your backside. I take your wrists in my hands and slowly wind the rope around them.

I press my lips to your ear...

“I may have undersold my skills earlier. I’m very good with rope...so, there’s no use in trying to slip free... ”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

You pull a little on the rope, grinning into the pillow. I wrap another length of rope around your ankles and step back to admire my handiwork. You writhe into the bed. You look like you’re enjoying being restrained, like the ropes are a warm embrace keeping you still.

“Color?”

“Green.”

Why didn’t we do this sooner? You look so good like this, spread out and open for me. And it turns me on to know you trust me enough to do something like this.

I push a finger up against your entrance and slowly drag my finger along your folds...

You’re already so sensitive. Fuck, a little kink is all it takes to get you going, huh?

“I see you’re enjoying this quite a lot.”

“Fuck yeah, I am. Oh, god, baby, you’re teasing me... ”

I slip two fingers inside, pressing gently against your walls before you can finish your sentence.

I thrust into you slow, steady...

“Oh, fuck...”

“Mmm, I think I’m going to keep you right here. Just like this. ”

I lay down on the bed next to you and trail my fingers gently along your hip.

“Baby…”

“Yeah, you don’t really have much say in the matter, do you?”

I push my fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself...

You roll your tongue across my fingers, sucking and moaning. Fuck, you look so hot right now. I fuck your mouth, nice and slow. I’m getting so turned on by the sight of you tied up in my bed, sucking on my fingers, desperate to be fucked. I use my free hand and slip it between my legs. I pull my fingers out of your mouth and guide you down onto your back.

“Color?”

“Green. Please, fuck me, baby... ”

I lower my mouth to your nipple and suck it between my teeth. You can wait a little bit longer, I think.

I love this. I love touching you like this. I love feeling you quiver against me, I love making you feel good. My hand slides into you again - three fingers this time - and I fuck you, hard.

“You like that, do you? Are you a good girl for me? ”

“Fuck, yeah. Oh fuck!”

You’re shaking. Your whole body is trembling. I haven’t seen you like this in so long. My own fingers move faster between my legs, teasing myself as I watch you squirm. Fuck…fuck. Oh god, that feels good. Fuck, my clit is sensitive...you have to be close. I speed up, fucking us both at the same pace. I’m desperately trying to hang on until I can make you cum. It feels so good, fuck, I’m close, too, I can feel it.

“Baby, fuck, I’m so close. You close?”

“Yes! Yes! Rub my clit, baby, please. Please!”

Holy shit. Oh my god, I needed that. From the way you flop on your back, grinning from ear to ear, I’d guess you needed it too. It really had been too long, huh?

“Wow, that was…”

I crawl into bed next to you and snuggle up close.

“Better than expected?”

“If we don’t do that again, I’m divorcing you.”

“We’re not married.”

“Well, then I’ll marry you just so I can divorce you afterwards.”

This is nice. Thank God it’s a Friday, or else I’d have to be driving you back into town right about now. I don’t know if I can bring myself to even move.

“G’night, babe.”

“G’night, cowgirl.”

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