My body vibrated with nervous energy as we moved into a private room. I hadn't assigned Killian's to a new member yet, so it was available. Each of John's muted footstep on the plush carpet reverberated through me as I sat on the bed. Waiting. The look in his eye when he had the rope in his hand made my pussy clench. I'd seen things like this done a thousand times and always wished I'd been fearless enough to try again. I had my chance. Any doubt I had about my safety fled the moment he uncoiled the rope and worked his way through the entire length, checking it over for imperfections or anything that might hurt my skin. My breath came out loud and choppy.

I had my legs tucked up under me as I waited for him to finish his prep. The anticipation was killing me, but I couldn't find the words to tell him. He stepped in front of me with the rope coiled and ready for whatever he had in store for me. With his free hand, he slid it behind my neck and rubbed his thumb along my cheek, tilting my head up.

"I'm going to bind you, but I’m not going to tie your hands,” he said, his eyes boring into mine. I could barely hear him over the sound of my own heartbeat.

I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. The thought of being completely incapacitated, even by John, had a gnawing worrying in the back of my mind. But knowing I’d have my hands free put that worry to bed. I nodded, not trusting my voice.

“Are you sure?"

I nodded again.

“I need your words, Frankie,” he said. The command in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. A delicious tingle that helped me find my voice.

“Yes.” My voice came out husky and laced with wanting. He slid his hands under my shirt and lifted it up and over my head, my hair flopping into my face. He brushed it aside and draped it over one shoulder. With his hand extended, he helped me up from the bed and ran his hands under the waistband of my pants, sliding them and my panties off in one smooth motion. He ran his fingers through my hair, tugging me to him, kissing me until my lips throbbed and unclipped my bra, letting it fall as he stepped back. I was completely exposed in front of him, while he was totally clothed.

"Kneel on the bed." His voice was gentle, but intense. He was the same, but different. We were both baring a part of ourselves we'd kept hidden away for a long time. I climbed onto the bed with my butt resting on my heels and my hands in my lap. I fought the urge to fidget as his eyes roamed all over my body.

"You can tell me to stop whenever you need to, and I can have you out of the ropes in a matter of seconds," he nodded to the safety scissors on the bedside table. "If you're feeling uncomfortable, or the ropes are tugging you, let me know." I nodded again.

"You are so beautiful. I've got you, Frankie," he said, lifting me up to kneeling and pressing my body against his. The buttons of his shirt pressing into my skin making me hyper aware of every inch of me pressed against him.

"I know," I said, barely above a whisper. He smiled, so bright and wide it made everything else melt away. He had me. He'd take care of me. His lips were on mine, hot and wet as he traced his hand down my body, cupping my pussy and teasing my clit. I gasped and moaned into his mouth.

"Stay like that," he said, breaking our kiss and dropping the rope on the bed beside me. He worked slowly and methodically, winding the rope around my body. It didn't tug or pull, but I knew it was there. With every breath, I was totally aware of the constriction and restriction of my movements. He looped the rope through my open legs, tying a knot that rested just above my clit. Each tug and pull of the ropes as he created the intricate corset from my neck to my waist made it shift.

In minutes, I was dripping, and my shuddering breaths weren't out of fear. They were out of raw lust. The insides of my thighs were completely coated. The tension I hadn't known I'd been holding onto for who knows how long slowly unfurled in me, and something new awakened. My trust in John wore up this side of me. He allowed me to explore a place where I craved being bound as much as he craved binding me.

The whisper-quiet sound of the rope sliding across the bed put me in a trance of sorts. John's hands were on me, looping the ropes, tightening them, knotting them. Every time he walked in front of me, his focus was riveted to his work. I'd never seen someone so intent on getting their work absolutely perfect. It made me want to do this every day. He was drawing it out, making me want it. Making me crave it like he did. I was hooked. I wanted more. Needed more.

“Do my arms,” I said as he looped and knotted the last bit of rope between my breasts. The rope nestled above and below them.

“No,” he said without hesitation.

“John--”

“No, you’re not ready.” He stepped back.

“This is supposed to be about me, right? About what I’m comfortable with, right?” He nodded. I didn’t know how much more plainly I could say it, but I needed him to do this.

“You don’t have to do that for me,” he said, running his hands across the rope knotted along my stomach.

“It’s not for you. I want you to. I need you to,” I said, keeping my eyes locked onto his. He closed his eyes, a small shudder going through his body, and his cock got even stiffer in his pants. He leaned into me, and I grabbed his cock through his pants. He sucked in a sharp breath and chuckled.

"I’m really going to have to do your arms now. Someone has grabby hands," he said, trailing his fingers down my arms and wrapping his hands around my wrists. He placed a gentle kiss on each wrist. It nearly brought tears to my eyes. I hadn't known it could be like this. I'd seen it on my monitors, but I hadn’t been able to get past that block. Get past the fear.

From behind me, he pulled my arms back and worked his way up them with the rope, knotting them every so often. My eyes fluttered and drooped as the sensations of the rope overwhelmed me. Instead of the panic and claustrophobia I'd felt before, I felt a lightness that threatened to make me float away, but every time I was close to drifting off, John's hands were back on me and kept me present. I could feel my heartbeat everywhere. The ropes amplified everything.

And then he was there again in front of me, I lifted my eyes to his and they were ablaze. His breath came out in heavy pants and I could see his cock at full mast in his pants. He licked his lips.

"How are you?" he rasped.

"I'm good," I said, my tongue heavy.

"Are you sure?" he asked, taking his cock out of his pants. It was beautiful. I'd seen it before. Felt it before, but never like this. On my knees, tied up, at his mercy.

"Absolutely." It was my turn to lick my lips as I leaned forward. He chuckled.

"Maybe next time, but I need to be inside you. Now." Yes! I needed that too. The knot on my clit had me on the razor's edge of an orgasm that built with each movement of the rope, but stayed just out of reach. I was on fire and I needed him. He stripped off the rest of his clothes and climbed onto the bed behind me and ran his lips along my shoulders, lifting my hair out of the way. His chest pressed against my back, making the knots running along my spine press into my skin, reminding me they were there.

"Look at yourself," he whispered in my ear and gently turned my head, so I could see myself in the full-length mirror across the room. I trembled in his hold as I took in the bright blue ropes crisscrossing my body. The intricate design he'd done was beautiful, each knot, loop and line showing off my body. Putting me on display for him. His hands traveled down the front of me and tapped on the knot on my clit. I cried out, staring at him. Watching him watch me in the mirror. My thighs trembled and I clenched around him.

Holding onto the ropes on my back, he let me fall forward, supporting me, running his fingers up and down my slit. The ropes pressed into my skin as I sunk into their hold. Into his hold. His control.

"So fucking wet," he growled and plunged his fingers inside. I moaned as his fingers worked a rhythm inside me that threatened to plummet me over the edge of my orgasm. My pussy clenched around his fingers before he took them away and replaced them with his cock in one smooth motion.

"Yes," I screamed as he rammed into me, filling me and undoing me all at once. I was so on edge that the minute he was fully inside, I came in an explosive orgasm that took my breath away. Everything around me dimmed, but he kept going, using the ropes to keep me upright when I would have collapsed.

My skin tingled and hummed as the ropes rubbed all along my body. The slide of them on my skin made every nerve ending come alive, and I came again. The wet slapping sounds of John filling me over and over punctuated each thrust as I cried out again, happy that the rooms were all soundproof. His movements were jerky and rougher behind me. He bent me down deeper and slammed into me one more time as I felt him expand inside me, triggering another explosive orgasm while he filled me up.

My body completely collapsed, and I thought I'd tip over, but he had a hold on me, gently lowering me to the bed on my stomach. We both groaned as he fell free from me. He kissed me on my back and went into the bathroom. Water ran from the tap, and he appeared back in the room with a cloth. He ran it over me, cleaning me up before undoing my bindings.

There was a pang of sadness as the rasp and tension of the ropes fell free from my body. He placed gentle kisses all over my body on the small indentations the ropes left and massaged my sore muscles. There was no numbness. He'd been very careful to make sure there was no restricted blood flow.

I stared at the rope coiled on the nightstand beside the bed before he flipped me around, so I was facing him. He lifted himself up on one arm and hovered over me, checking me over, a hint of worry in his eyes. I reached up and pulled him down on top of me, so our faces were inches apart.

"That was unbelievable. The most amazing thing I've ever felt," I said, looping my arms around his neck.

"I'm glad. I'm glad I could make it good for you."

"It seemed like it was pretty good for you, too," I said, remembering the intense look in his eyes. I held him tighter, toying with the hair at the base of his neck.

"It was better than it's ever been."

"You said you have ropes at home?" I asked, peering up at him.

"I have an entire drawer full of ropes waiting for you."

A thrill traveled up my spine, and he swatted my ass.

"What was that for?" I asked, laughing.

"That look in your eye. You're going to make me tie you up and take you again."

I ducked my head and trailed my finger along his muscled chest.

"I wouldn't be opposed."

"I think I've created a monster. Don't you worry. You'll be getting more than enough time for a proper introduction to my rope collection. But we can't do anything too intense until after the baby arrives. I'm not putting either one of you at risk." He ran his hand over my stomach, which was still flat. No bump there yet.

But now I couldn't wait. Something that had been scary and unexpected turned into something beautiful when I knew John would be by my side. It was because I loved him.

"John," I said, swallowing against the tightness in my throat. "I l--"

"We never got to do our second date," he said, in a playful chastising tone. You promised me three, and I’m not settling for anything less. It will be quiet, and low-key, and something I promised you a long time ago." He said, punctuating his words with kisses along my body. I racked my brain, trying to figure out what the hell he had in mind.