Page 147 of Whirlwind

“Just let yourself relax into it then. I’m going to tie a column down your legs next so I’ll put a pillow under your feet to elevate them.”

He kissed each of her hands where they were curled loosely around her elbows.

“Let your arms be heavy,” he advised. “You don’t need to hold them up.”

She hadn’t realized that she was until he said it. Even though she couldn’t move her arms, she’d been gripping her elbows and trying to stay in place.

She relaxed her hands and let her shoulder drop. She could feel each place where the ropes pressed into her, but they weren’t painful or too tight. It was more that she didn’t need to hold all of that weight because the ropes would support her.

It wasn’t quite as sexual as she’d been expecting, but it was comfortable. Maybe even relaxing. The true thrill, though, was just knowing that she was bound.

It reinforced, in this deep physical way, not just that Carla was in control, but that Carla would take care of her.

Carla shifted down the bed, placing a pair of pillows below her feet, just as he’d said. He ran warm hands down her legs, leaving her sensitive and excited. She raised her head awkwardly to look down at herself, but all she could see beyond her bound arms was the dildo poking up against her boxers.

God, that was sexy. And a little embarrassing. But somehow more sexy because Carla could see it, too.

Carla’s face was serene as he touched her. He looked happy. Relaxed. Of course, he usually looked happy and relaxed, but this was something different. A kind of glowing focus, like touching Charlie’s thick thighs and bumpy knees was the most important thing in the world. She wasn’t sure anyone had ever looked at her like that.

Charlie leaned back against the pillow and closed her eyes. She could feel Carla get the next piece of rope and begin winding it around her thighs. There was a circle binding them together, and then the pattern vined down her legs.

She could feel exactly where Carla was as the coils built up. There were long, soothing pulls and little jerks as Carla tightened the knots. Each one left behind another circuit, another layer of security.

There was something inevitable about it. This sense that the next rope was always coming. That her legs were meant to be confined and connected in this way, under Carla’s hand. That the ties would keep her together and hold her close.

Carla added a final loop just above her ankles and closed it off with a few tugs as she secured the knot.

Carla’s warm hands ran back up over her legs, the sensation interrupted each time as Carla’s hands passed over the coils. That somehow made it more sensuous when Carla was touching her again.

“How do you feel?” Carla asked again.

“It’s… nice.” Charlie could feel herself blushing. Was it supposed to be nice? She wasn’t quite sure how to describe it though.

“No pain?”

She shook her head. “It could probably be… tighter.” Not that there was anything wrong with it, but if there were more… She wasn’t quite sure how to ask.

Carla grinned at her. “Oh, you do like it!” He shifted up the bed to kneel beside her chest. “Don’t ever ask for tighter, though. What you probably mean is more rope. That you’d like to have more wraps or thicker ones at each place.”

Charlie thought about it and nodded. Her arms felt almost bare in comparison to her legs. Carla ran his hands over her arms, soothing and arousing her at once. Was this like the elbow thing? Where just knowing that she was bound made it more exciting?

“Does it feel like you were expecting?”

“It’s, um, nicer.” Ugh. Not what she meant to say. But it was nicer. So much more relaxing when she couldn’t move, yet exciting at the same time. “I, uh, thought it would be more sexual,” she finally admitted.

Carla got a wicked look on his face. “Oh, it can be. Do you want that?”

“I…” Charlie took a minute to think. She’d already told Carla that she didn’t want to be touched in most places that people thought of as sexual. Intellectually, she trusted him to observe that. It was just that she’d told women before what she wasn’t comfortable with and they always tried to push. There was a lot of just once for me and I can make you feel good and I thought it would be different once you trusted me.

So she wanted it as long as Carla steered clear of any of those areas.

Just as she had that thought, something occurred to her. Carla had tied her legs together and crossed her arms over her chest. She knew him too well to think it was an accident. He’d used his knotwork to make both of those places inaccessible. To keep her safe.

And to let her know that she was safe.

Because he was taking care of her.

She looked up at his face. He was as patient as always, waiting for her to decide.