The Irresistible Bundle (140 page)

"Get undressed" his fierce tone lets me know he won't take any of my shit today. Without hesitation and no finesse I quietly strip out of my clothes and place them to the side. Once upon a time I used to be self-consciousness about my nudity. Now it makes no difference if I'm naked or dressed. They still strip everything from me one way or another.

"I wish you were here last weekend" he sounds like he actually means it but I know better. "There was a party I would've loved for you to attend with me." My heart hammers in my chest. Mr. McNamara doesn't go to parties like my friends do in school He attends the types of parties that require an invitation and identification. Father somehow has an ID that claims I'm 20. They only use it in times like that - when they need to get me into something that doesn't permit a 17 year-old like me normal access.

Mr. McNamara grabs a coarse-looking rope from his trunk of nightmares. I look straight ahead trying to ignore his devious expression. If I focus on my breathing I can get through anything. I'm all too familiar with canes, whips, and electro anal plugs. The bastard loves to introduce me to any and everything in his twisted world. "I want you to lie flat on the table spread eagle."

I do as instructed trying to ignore the boulder in my stomach. I don't like the way he's caressing that rope. I know without even touching it that it's going to burn like a motherfucker when he wraps it around my hands. He likes that shit; binding me so that I can't move. He comes harder, longer when I'm completely helpless to him.

"Stay still" he commands, "If you make any noise I will gag you." My mouth automatically clamps shut. His idea of a gag is different than Mr. Pearce's. I don't mind being able to bite down on a ball to stifle my moans and cries but Mr. McNamara is particularly fond of one gag that I fucking hate. His O-shaped gag holds my mouth hostage in an open position. If I try and make noise I choke on my tongue and pooling saliva. My open mouth gives him the freedom to shove whatever the hell he feels like into my orifice.

He takes advantage of my momentary paralysis. My chest constricts as the horrific realization dawns on me. He isn't only tying my hands today. He's using the entire length of the rope to wrap around my torso, then hog tying me. Every time I inhale the rope gets a little tighter. I panic. I know I shouldn't. He's going to beat me for this but I can't fucking breathe. My hands and legs are tied together in the air, my breasts are smashed against the table and soon enough he's going to gag me as punishment.

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"Open your eyes dammit" a voice firmly but gently commands. Strong arms envelope me holding me close. The ropes around my body aren't harsh, chafing my skin; these are soft, stroking my body. "You're safe
Tesoro
" the voice says again. There's only one person who calls me that. I struggle to open my eyes. The nightmarish memory still presses against me threatening to pull me back under.

"I want to see those beautiful green eyes" he softly implores. His voice lures me away from my internal hell. I take slow even breaths. My heart slows, trying to match his. I nestle my face into the crook of his neck allowing his scent to further calm me.

"Lift your arms baby. I didn't tie you down. I can cut the ropes off right now. Just say the word."

It feels like an eternity before I can convince my fingers to wiggle, my arms to bend and lift. My eyes snap open the moment my body confirms its ability to freely move. I wiggle my toes earning an unexpected jolt of pleasure up my spine. My legs are still tied and the delicious little knots wreak havoc against my skin.

"I have to put you down to reach the scissors" Diego's voice breaks through my muddled thoughts. My breathing's returned to normal. My body's wound tight with desire, contrary to what my brain insists.

"No" I croak. This experience is nothing like what Mr. McNamara did to me. I hate that he snuck in and ruined this for us. "Just give me another minute."

"Take all the time you need" Diego reverently kisses my hair and temple. I shiver against his soft lips. His quiet strength grounds me. He somehow manages to keep the monsters at bay. His fingers trace a few exposed freckles. He's completely enraptured with the speckled spots on my skin.

"Bad memory" he guesses as his hands wander from one splotch of freckled skin to the next. I nod but don't elaborate. I'm not ready to share those things with him or anyone. I don't really know if I'll ever be. There's only so much someone can learn about you before forever looking at you differently.

"Can I ask you something totally inappropriate?"

I pull away from his chest to see him looking slightly flustered. I can't help smirking at his uncomfortable expression. What in the hell can he ask that embarrasses him? I'll answer anything as long as it's not related to what just happened. "Go ahead" I encourage.

Diego angles my body a little further away from him. His heated eyes slowly graze over my bare yet decorated skin. Somehow, I feel more naked like this with the intricate patterns pressed against my skin than just lying in nothing more than my birthday suit. I can't help but watch his hungry expression loving that it's me doing this to him. He traces a path from my breasts down to my navel. He flicks a few of the knots making me squirm beneath his touch. Moisture leaks from my center dripping onto my thighs. I know he sees it, smells it but his focus isn't there.... Yet.

"Why this?" He asks as he runs his fingers over my trimmed pubic hair. It's a loaded question and we both know it.

"Because it's what God gave us" I starkly reply. There's no law that mandates women shave every damn thing on their body. If that's the case there needs to be something similar for men; nothing worse than sucking hairy, sweaty balls.

"You trim it" Captain Obvious observes. Yeah I don't let my stuff grow into an untamable forest but I'll never go bare. Never.

"Yeah" I breathe. He tears his gaze away from my pussy looking straight into my eyes. He's waiting for me to elaborate and I don't know if I want to.

"You leave it like this for a reason" he continues to caress the trim hair. The knot on my clit doesn't help matters. My nipples harden only to be played with by the knots surrounding my heavy breasts. The colorful ropes drive me insane but in a good way.

"Yep" I husk. "Lick my pussy and I'll tell you why."

"With pleasure" Diego grins. He tilts me back letting me unexpectedly fall onto the bed. I miss the warmth of his skin but not for long. His tongue presses flat against my soaked core, lapping away at my juices. The bitter memories disappear as his mouth devours me. He uses the ropes, his fingers, and mouth all at the same time making me go over the edge in moments. I scream my release unable to comprehend how I came that fast and that hard.

Diego sits on his heels smiling like he just won the fucking lottery. His lips glisten with my fluids and he does nothing to clean it up. "You smell and taste divine
Tesoro.
"

"When are you going to let me reciprocate" I croak. Damn I still can't stop gasping for air.

"You said you'd tell me" He changes the subject. Fucker. I know what's he's doing. He doesn't allow me anywhere near his dick.

"I don't ever want a man to look at my pussy when it looks like it belongs to a ten-year old girl."

"You know that's not the reason why women shave and wax. That's not what a man thinks when he sees a bare pussy." Diego softly replies.

I know that. I really do. But I'm so fucked up that I can't even look at a bare pussy without thinking that. "That's all I can see though."

"I think she looks pretty just the way she is" he whispers against my clit. He kisses my trim triangle patch letting me know that he's okay with this. I won't ever allow myself to be completely bare and Diego's okay with that. My body instantly relaxes. That was a non-negotiable.

"When are you going to make love to me Diego" I whisper. I can't hide the vulnerability in my voice. I understand why he's wanted to go slow but any slower and he's going to demand that we get married before we consummate anything and that just ain't happening.

"I wanted to wait until you were ready. I won't fuck you Des but I'll make love to you."

"I'm finally ready" I admit.

"Do you want me to remove them?" He traces the ropes along my torso and legs. They caress me like my leather does, bringing me a measure of comfort. Because Diego didn't tie me down or constrict my arms I'm completely enjoying this experience.

"No... I've enjoyed this more than I could've ever imagined."

Diego's brilliant smile crumbles large pieces of my wall. His heated stare lights a fire within me burning from the inside out. He wants this. He wants this now. I've waited over a year for him to give in. But this doesn't feel like a victory; I've finally found my way home.

"Next time I get to take it off" I moan as he slowly removes his shirt and jeans. His chest has a smattering of dark, soft hair; nothing that would be a turn off but just enough to make his lean chest sexy, manly. His olive skin and dark nipples make my mouth water. The ropes around my legs don't leave me as nimble as I'd like to be. Maybe this is why he wants them on me. Lord knows I'd be on my knees right now demanding a taste if I was easily able to do so.

Diego's gray boxer briefs leave nothing to the imagination. They hug his thighs and ass deliciously so. My skin tingles. My teeth ache to nibble him. The rope's knots feel like tantalizing fingers against my most sensitive areas. Air hisses between my teeth as he leisurely pushes the material down past his thighs and knees. My fingers itch to touch him, anywhere, everywhere. I'm imprisoned by my own lust.

He kneads my skin allowing the rope to work its magic. My thighs are soaked with my fluids encouraging him to clean me up without ever touching my aching pussy. I spread my thighs begging him for what he's denied me for so long. There's no need for anymore foreplay. Diego strokes himself a few times before pressing his tip against my opening. I tilt my hips encouraging him to slide right in.

"Nothing between us baby" he whispers against my lips. Without waiting for my affirmation he thrusts deep in one fluid motion. Our gasps bounce around the room as he holds still for a moment allowing me to adjust to him. My walls clamp around him rejoicing in his intrusion. Diego presses his weight against me making me completely aware of the ropes on my skin. But I don't feel trapped. I don't feel bound in the sense. The ropes feel like an extension of him, encircling and embracing me.

I wrap my arms around his back, tilting my hips. I love and hate the ropes. I can't wrap my legs around his waist but the little tingling sensations throughout my body are all thanks to the devious knots strategically placed against my skin. Diego slowly pulls out to the tip, then slides back in slowly. The sensation ripples throughout my entire body causing my eyes to roll upwards.

"Look at me baby" Diego instructs. "Stay with me."

It's almost impossible to keep my eyes open as his slow pace quickens. He circles his hips causing the rope to rub and press against my clit. Pleasure ricochets from my clit zipping throughout my body. Diego slips one hand under my shoulder holding onto me while the other grabs the back of my neck. He thrusts deeper, harder, faster. I get lost in his chocolate gaze as my body implodes from the overwhelming sensations. My pussy grips his swelling cock as the orgasm washes through me from different angles. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before. I don't just feel this in my clit; I feel it everywhere. I gasp for air unable to even breathe his name as the tsunami of pleasure washes over me.

"Fuck" Diego barks. He slams into me a few more times before groaning his release. Our bodies shudder against each other. Our hearts slam against our ribs trying to reach out to one another.

"I love you Desirae" I stiffen with his words but it doesn't deter him from continuing. "I love everything about you. I don't know when it happened. But I know despite everything nothing can change how I feel."

Tears trickle down my face. He captures each one with his mouth, never wiping them away but making them a part of him. He doesn't pull out, choosing to remain connected with me physically while I fall apart emotionally too.

"Thank you" I pull his head to me unable to say the words back. Diego opens his mouth touching his tongue with mine. It's been so long since I've felt loved in the purest form. It's easy to love friends, animals, and things. But unconditional love, like that from a parent is a precious gift; one that I haven't known in almost a decade. Mother never showed that kind of love but in a previous naïve lifetime Father had.

"Let's get these off you" Diego slowly pulls out causing us both to groan at the loss. He's semi-erect making me want to go another round. I lay still as he slowly, meticulously removes every knot with his hands. He doesn't cut the rope making me realize how detailed and careful he was. Butterflies flutter around in my chest and stomach. Diego freed something within me tonight. A part of my wall crumbled. The ropes embraced me, they didn't imprison me.

"Thank you for sharing this with me" my voice cracks a little but that's okay. Diego gave me a piece of him tonight. Not only with his profession of love but with the effort he's made in learning the art of Shibari. Gratitude and something else, I'm not confident its love, but something else blankets me. Tonight Diego and I finally had sex but it was nothing like my previous experiences, ever. Even the passionate exchanges between Valentino, Marco, and Nicholas pale in comparison. This.... This was everything.