Page 53 of Love Unlimited

Daddy reached for one cord and pulled it over to them by the bight, the midpoint, but left it on the bed.

Ready? he asked, the twisted fingers of the letter R swiping across the air in front of Danger’s chest.

Ready, he agreed.

Daddy ran his hands up Danger’s sides, then kept going until Danger’s arms were linked behind Daddy’s head. Daddy was kneeling behind him and urged him to lean back against his chest. It was a cozy position, even if every small movement made the soft blanket rub against his cock again. He tangled his fingers lazily in the hair at the back of Daddy’s neck.

Danger closed his eyes as the first pass of the rope passed around his torso. It felt secure and snug, a line around the top of his belly. Daddy ran two fingers beneath it, testing the fit, but he already knew it was just right.

There was a firmer knot at one side, pressing against his ribs. He wriggled experimentally. He’d always been more sensitive along his sides than any other part of his body, a fact which Daddy had been unique in discovering. If the knot was just a little bit higher, it would feel really good.

The rope came around again, along with a knot on the other side. Oh, that one was just on the edge of where he wanted it. Maybe he could move them up?

Daddy ran soothing hands down his arms and over his sides, a wordless message to hold still and let Daddy take care of it. That was right. It was all he needed to do.

He relaxed into Daddy’s chest, floating in the sensations of Daddy’s arms wrapping around him and the rope slowly twining up his body. Another loop crossed his chest, bringing with it three more thick knots.

And oh, those were the good ones, digging in between his ribs in a way that made him gasp and then melt back into Daddy’s shoulder. Another loop and then three knots on the other side.

Daddy gently guided Danger’s torso forward and pressed his hands to the bed for stability. Danger let himself be led, not needing to open his eyes.

More ropes came, spiraling up to his armpits. And with them, more knots. He didn’t know what it looked like, but it felt amazing. He could still breathe with only the slightest restriction, but the knots were digging in everywhere, lighting him up inside.

At last, Daddy moved out from behind him, laying him down gently on the bed. He blinked open his eyes, but Daddy stroked his cheek and he closed them again.

There was a rope already attached around his waist, which he hadn’t paid much attention to until Daddy pulled the velvety blanket off his lap and he could feel the loose length that was attached to it.

It made him feel chilly and a little more vulnerable as Daddy spread his legs, then ran the new rope down from each hip and between them. He ignored Danger’s cock, but tied another three firm knots along his perineum, pressing at the pleasure point just behind it. Rolling Danger to one side and then the other, Daddy tied the last bit of rope to the belt.

Oh God, that was intense. Even the slightest movement pressed the knots into his skin.

He could feel Daddy moving on the bed, but he kept his eyes shut, expecting another rope. When Daddy nuzzled into his cheek and then kissed the corner of his lips, he let them flicker open.

How are you feeling? Daddy asked him gently.

Good, he moaned, drawing out the sign with lidded eyes. My hands aren’t tied, he added. It was the first thing that came to his head.

Daddy looked amused. Do you want me to tie your hands? What if I want you to just lie still and show me how you can behave?

Oh. Those both sounded good. Very, very good. I can behave, Daddy.

It was the strangest sort of bondage, with his arms and legs completely free, but his chest wrapped tightly. Less bondage and more… sensual.

That was what it was. Daddy had never promised bondage, just ropes. And he’d tied knots in all the places that drove Danger wild. Just like he’d asked for when he said he just wanted to feel tonight.

I know you can. Daddy kissed him again. Hands by your side. Eyes closed.

Landon complied, sinking into the mattress and trying not to anticipate anything. The first sensation was the soft blanket again, stroking over him from check to belly, caressing over his cock and then down to the soles of his feet.

That was all it took to have him panting. The motions were so delicate, but every time he breathed or twitched each individual knot pressed into him in a new way. The moment he relaxed into the velvety sensation against his inner thigh, the knots just below his armpit left him panting. When his cock shuddered from the movement, it stole all of his attention away until Daddy blew a soft breath against his hip.

His body became Daddy’s playground, and he got lost in the smooth caresses and lingering kisses, the rough scrape of scruff and the soft warmth of the blanket.

It was maddening, keeping his body still. But equally intoxicating when Daddy moved him around, pulling his arms out to explore along his inner elbow, lifting his legs to nibble on the delicate inside of his thigh.

He let out a sharp grunt when Daddy’s tongue slid past the knots between his legs and over his pucker. It felt surprisingly good. Amazingly good.

Daddy’s hand on his chest had him opening his eyes again.