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There was no movement I could take, only accept the pleasure pulsating against my cock, and he was about to make it go faster. It was better than I’d imagined.

4. GAEL

Ash gave in to every little thing I wanted from him. I’d talked him through each step of the rope binding process and how safe it all was. I knew it wasn’t to everyone’s taste, not everyone liked being bound, tied up, or even blindfolded. Ash was different, wildly different to the person I’d fucked yesterday in my tattoo shop.

I watched him try his best to writhe under the pleasure of the massager pressed against the tip of his cock. And since he moaned for me, I kept my promise to him and turned the settings up. He continued to moan, so I pushed it to the maximum. This is what I’d had in mind when I asked him if he wanted to be treated like a whore. The goal was to please him to the point his body would need days to realign itself. That was the job of a pleasure Daddy, after all.

“I might cum,” he said.

The massager was immediately turned off. “Not yet you’re not,” I told him. In the position I’d bound him with the ropes, he was on his back, his knees up, and his legs spread. He was perfectly balanced by the tension of the rope. “Let’s see where else you’re sensitive.”

Climbing onto the bed, my body slotted perfectly into his, like we were two puzzle pieces.

The intricate rope pattern on his chest was there to highlight the contours of his body beneath the clothes. His nipples in the center of the of the hexagonal shape. I played with them both, gently rubbing my fingers across them until they became hard and raised through the t-shirt.

I leaned in and kissed at his minty lips. Each time I got close to his face like this, he seemed shocked not to have sensed me until our skin was already touching. I kissed down from his lips to his neck, where I laid claim to his skin with my mouth. I sucked and prodded my tongue at his skin, massaging a nice area to create a hickey.

Ash continued to let out tiny whimpering moans. His body tried to move under me, a reflex most likely where he wanted to wrap his hand around my back or encourage my head to suck harder on his neck. I knew the type of behavior when I saw it, especially in someone so horned up like Ash was. In a way, the ropes were a deterrent from allowing him play with himself as much as they were a way for me to play with him without any interference.

“When can I look?” he mustered. “I just—I want to know what’s happening.”

I pulled away from his neck to admire my work. It wasn’t a tattoo, but it was a design I’d forged from my lips and tongue, and while it would only be temporary, I’d left my mark. “If you want, I can remove the blindfold, but then how am I going to tease your body if you can see what I’m about to do?”

He was nervous with his little giggle. “Ok, then, fine, keep it on.”

“Good boy.” I went back to his neck for a second round of hickey creation. His entire body was my canvas to work from, and there wasn’t a single part of it I didn’t want to touch in some way with my skills.

In the current position, I thrust my hips a little my cock slipping out of from bottom of my boxers, it pushed itself up against the fabric covering his cock. “Do you trust me?” I asked him.

“Ye—yeah.”

I pulled back. “I’m going to cut your clothes now, only your clothes, you might feel the metal of the scissors, but I promise they won’t cut you, or the rope.” It was something I’d grown proficient in. My steady hands were an asset, and he was about to benefit greatly from them.

“I trust you.”

He was still very much nervous, I gathered this was possibly the first time he’d done anything quite like this. It wasn’t my first time with a rope virgin, but he was definitely the first one I’d fucked in my studio beforehand.

In my bag, I had my rope scissors, but I wouldn’t be using those for his clothes. Those scissors were only meant to be used in any emergency, and since the rope never got too far up his torso in any of the danger zones, like the neck, it was all safe. I used another pair of scissors I’d brought with me; they sliced through fabric like a hot knife on butter. In a pinch, I might’ve been eager to bite the fabric, make a small hole, then tear it from his skin, but I didn’t want to scare him.

My first entry point was the neckline. I snipped the fabric of the collar and down a little. His nipples were free, and I was ready to leave more love bite on his skin. I latched to his nipples, going to town on them as he roared with pleasure. This was the sweetest spot on his body, and the secret to all of his pleasure.

From there, I continued to make cuts on the fabric of the T-shirt until the only thing that kept it to his body were the ropes binding him in. I covered every piece of exposed skin in small love bites, the purple and red bruising of where my lips had suctioned to his skin had my cock leaking precum out the leg of my boxers.

Then we got to his sweatpants. I knew exactly what this called for. One large hole to make it look like he was almost wearing chaps. It exposed his ass and cock stuffed inside those tight navy-blue briefs. If they were lighter, I might’ve been able to see the wetness he’d made with precum in the front.

“You really trust me, right?” I asked before going in for a final time.

“Yes. Anything.”

This was going to need a lot of trust, and for him not to move. “Stay still.”

He hadn’t jolted around once, and not even now as I cut his underwear and freed his cock. He moaned and his cock throbbed whacking the rope near his waist. And the second hole I made was for ease of access, my ease to access him.

“You’re perfect.” He was a masterpiece. The contrast of the red ropes to his pale untatted skin, only marked by a purple gradient of hickeys.

“Did you take a picture?”

I had taken the picture for him on his phone as he requested. “You want another?” I asked. It would make a great contrast to see how he started to how it looked now. I was actually jealous they were on his phone, but I wasn’t going to break his trust or consent. Besides, I didn’t need an image, I was in the moment, and I had all the mental images I could ever need for this moment.