Kate Pearce - Simply Wicked

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Anthony tensed as David looped the rope around his wrists. He flexed his fingers as they were drawn inexorably into the small of his back. The rope reappeared in front of him again, this time anchoring his hips. His cock jerked as David slid the rope beneath it.

“As you can see, Marguerite,” David said, “The rope isn’t very tight yet. The skill comes later, in determining how tightly to bind a person, how much they can stand, how much they enjoy being restrained.”

David crossed the thin red linen below Anthony’s balls and under his thighs, crossed it again and brought both strands up between the valley of his arse cheeks before separating them again at his hips.

“We’ll wrap his cock up later, but I want you to tighten the ropes now, and see how Anthony reacts.” David brought Marguerite to sit in front of Anthony and transferred the ends of the rope into her two hands. She bit her lip and stared into his eyes. He held her gaze and nodded slowly.

“Do it, Marguerite. Tie me up as tightly as you want, make me beg.”

He tried to brace himself for the inexorable constriction but was still unprepared to have his whole body from arse to neck gradually slammed back against the headboard, impaled there, held immobile like a butterfly pinned to a wall. His breathing shortened and the blood pumping through his cock increased. He could no longer look down, but he knew he was dripping with pre-cum from the wetness on his stomach.

Would Marguerite see the possibilities? Enjoy having him there at her mercy?

David murmured, “Tighten the ropes a bit more.”

Marguerite obliged, and Anthony moaned her name as the bonds around his wrist tightened and his knuckles drove into his spine, shoving his groin forward. David tied off the ropes on the corner of the headboard.

“God, Marguerite.” Anthony’s chest was so constricted he could hardly get the words out. “Suck my cock. Own me.”

David frowned. “If you can’t speak, Marguerite, I hardly think it is fair for Anthony to order you around, do you?”

Marguerite shook her head, her gaze fixed on the swell of Anthony’s cock, making him even harder and hornier.

“I’ll gag him, then.”

Anthony could do nothing to stop David placing a black silk scarf over his mouth and fastening it tightly at the back of his head. He swallowed hard, his mind already anticipating the next thing, the next onslaught on his sensually beleaguered body.

“Would you like to do anything to him before I tie you up as well, Marguerite?”

Anthony tensed as Marguerite considered him and then dropped her head and used her tongue to follow the path of the red linen around his hips and under his cock. There was no give in the ropes, nowhere for his hips to go, but he still tried, still craved her mouth on him, all over him.

He made a stifled sound as her tongue stroked over the crown of his cock, lazily lapping at the wetness, creating even more. She licked his balls, bit the linen beneath them as if testing its ability to keep him confined. When she finally sat up, his whole body was shaking with need and straining against his bonds.

“It’s your turn now, Marguerite. Take off your shift and kneel up in front of Anthony.”

Anthony tried to look at David, heard nothing in his voice but amusement and sexual satisfaction, knew he’d kill his friend if he had appeared to want Marguerite for himself. Marguerite took off her shift, and Anthony wanted to howl with lust. Her breasts were flushed, her nipples erect and the scent of her arousal already perfumed the room.

Marguerite took a deep breath as David knelt behind her and placed the black shibari rope around her neck so that the long ends hung forward over the curves of her breasts and pooled on the white bed cover. She’d enjoyed seeing Anthony tied up; how would it feel to be tied up herself?

She trembled as David took control of the rope, crossed the ends under her breasts and drew them behind her back, crossed them again and brought them around her hips. Soon the thin linen circled her wrists keeping her arms imprisoned behind her. David was so close that she could feel the pulse of his arousal against her buttocks, but his hands were as impersonal and efficient as a servant’s.

She studied the rope, felt a gentle tug at the back of her neck when David wound the ropes around her thighs down to the knees and back up again, leaving her mound uncovered and suddenly exposed. She watched his fingers fly over the rope, saw the intricate patterns he made and wondered what Anthony made of it, whether he liked it as much as she had.

As if he’d heard her thought, David paused and looked at Anthony. “Do you like her, like this? Do you want her bound to you?”

Anthony’s slight nod was enough to make David urge her closer to Anthony. It was difficult to move with her body restrained and on display. She gasped when David lifted her to kneel in the cramped space between Anthony’s crossed legs. Her bound breasts brushed his chest, and his cock pressed against her stomach, making her shiver.

David braced himself behind her.

“I’m going to tighten the rope, Marguerite, are you ready?”

Before she could even nod, she felt a quickening sensation that started at her shoulders and gradually moved down to her knees, as if she were slowly being hugged, being controlled, being captured. She started to pant and rock forward, seeking Anthony’s strength to rub herself against to relieve the ache building inside her.

When David finally stopped, she was shivering uncontrollably, her body on fire, Anthony’s wet pulsing cock pressed hard up against her belly, his lust-filled eyes almost level with her own.

“As I’m in control of you both, I really think you should fuck.” David laughed. “Well, you are going to fuck, because you have no choice, and I want to see it.”

Marguerite moaned as he effortlessly picked her up and slowly lowered her over Anthony’s cock.

“Don’t come yet. There’s more.” David drew the black shibari ropes back over Marguerite’s shoulders and slid them under the red ropes that secured Anthony’s shoulders to the headboard. “Now I pull both sets.”

David deftly removed Anthony’s gag and set about joining them even more tightly together. Anthony groaned and shoved his tongue in her mouth as the pressure increased, as they both struggled to draw breath into their lungs. Marguerite hovered on the brink of losing consciousness, and they climaxed together in a frenzy of white heat and the frustrated passion of shared, long-repressed need.

“God . . .” Anthony’s cock still pulsed inside her even though he’d come. “That was the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

Shyly, Marguerite looked up at him. “The best fuck?”

His smile was breathtaking. “I meant the best love I’ve ever made.”

Marguerite swallowed hard. “I’m trying, Anthony. I’ll try for your sake, but I can’t hide from my true nature any more than you can.”

“I’ll try too. If you are willing to explore our sexual opportunities together, I’m sure we’ll find our own particular level of pleasure.” He kissed her forehead, sighing as David eased their bonds a fraction.

“I love you, Marguerite. You might not believe me yet, but I’ll prove it to you. You’ll never be second in my life. You’ll always come first for me.”

Marguerite wanted to cry at the sincerity in his eyes, the certainty of hope for his future that she had helped him discover. She had to tell him the truth, had to stop being a coward and follow his lead.

“I love you too, Anthony.”

He went still. “You don’t have to say that yet, Marguerite. I’m more than willing to wait.”