Rules and Ribbons
Asha
The moment his breath brushed my skin, I stopped thinking.
"Next time," Kade whispered against my shoulder, "I touch."
My stomach tightened. My skin felt too tight for my body, every inch of me stretched with want. And yet, he stepped away—cool and in control—like the words he'd just spoken hadn't wrecked me from the inside out.
He turned his back to me and walked into the shadows of the room, leaving me alone on the bed, still bare, still burning.
I didn't move. I couldn't. I lay there with my chest rising fast, my wrists loose by my sides, the air brushing my skin like a tease. The space still smelled of him—clean soap, musk, and something sharp like expensive bourbon. I memorized it with each breath.
Kade returned slowly. Calmly. Like he had all the time in the world.
His breath was right by my ear when he said, low and deep, "Sit still."
I obeyed.
Kade circled me like I was prey. His steps were slow, calculated. I poised on the edge of his bed, my thighs pushed together and my heart racing.
Then he came to a halt before me. His gaze fell to my lips. I briefly believed he was going to plant a kiss on my lips. I instinctively parted my lips.
He didn't.
Rather, he reached into his pocket. My stomach turned over as I saw the long, black silk ribbon that emerged. Delicate and silky.
"You're trembling," he whispered. "Do you know what this is used for?"
I took a deep breath. "I think so."
"No, You don't. But, you will."
He took a step toward me. A gradual flare of heat rose up my neck and blossomed beneath my skin. I didn't recoil as he grabbed my hands. Like I was saying a prayer, I raised them up for him.
He wrapped the silk around my wrists, tightening it just enough to feel, and murmured, "No kissing."
I gasped. "What?"
He tied the knot and reiterated, "No kissing. That is the first rule."
Startled, I blinked at him. "Why?"
"Because if I kiss you right now... He leaned forward, his lips lightly near but not quite touching my cheek. "I'll want everything."
I shuddered. He saw it. I didn't hide it.
He took a step back and proceeded to the dresser, opening a drawer as if he had limitless time. Every second that went by increased the pressure beneath my skin as I sat breathless and shackled.
He came back with nothing in his hands. His eyes were just more intense.
He squatted down in front of me and said, "Rule two. No questions."
I bit my tongue. I had a thousand questions. About him. About this. About the way he looked at me like I was something he'd already claimed.
But I nodded.
He ran a single finger down the inside of my thigh—barely grazing my pussy—and it felt like being lit from the inside out.
"Rule three," he said softly. "No lying."
I exhaled shakily. "I won't."
He tilted his head, watching me like he could see straight through my bones. "You say that now."
Then he stood and lifted my tied wrists. "Lie back."
My legs wobbled as I crawled backward onto the bed. He helped me shift up the pillows, guiding my hands above my head. He didn't tie them to the headboard—just let them rest there. Bound but free.
His eyes darkened as he took me in—laid out, wrists tied, chest rising and falling in anticipation.
"You're beautiful," he said, voice rough. "But you already know that."
"I don't," I whispered.
He smiled, and it wasn't soft. It was sharp. Dangerous. Like he was pleased I said that, pleased he got to be the one to show me.
His hands didn't touch me—not yet—but his gaze roamed, scorching every inch. I could feel it, like fire brushing skin.
I squirmed beneath it.
He noticed.
"Spread your legs," he said.
I did. My breath hitched as cool air kissed my pussy. I wanted to close them again, to hide, but I didn't.
"Good girl," he murmured. "Now show me."
My lips parted. "W-What?"
He stepped closer. His voice was a command, soft and seductive. "Touch yourself."
My hands twitched above my head. Still tied.
He smirked. "With words."
I stared at him. My face burned hotter than ever. "You want me to…"
"Tell me what it feels like."
I blinked. Hard. The tension in the room pulsed like a rhythm. This wasn't just desire. This was a game. A line I hadn't known I'd cross—but I was already too far past it. And I have no intention of turning back.
"I feel…" I started, voice shaking. "Hot. Aching. Empty."
He nodded, encouraging. "Where?"
I bit my lip. "In my pussy."
He moaned softly, more sound than breath. "Keep going."
"I need…" I hesitated, then let the words pour. "I need you. Your hands. Your mouth. Anything inside me."
Kade's chest rose. I saw restraint flicker in his eyes. He was holding himself back for me.
And it was breaking me.
"Continue," he repeated.
I muttered, "I want you to touch me so badly that it hurts."
He sat near, but not near enough to touch, the edge of the bed. His fingertips followed the silk ribbon that was fastened to my wrists. "Well done, girl."
Then, at last, his fingers slowly and deliberately went down my arm. A teaser. So very near, but still not quite where I needed him.
He muttered, peering into my eyes, "I've been thinking about this since I saw you sleeping in my bed. Wearing my shirt. Looking like you belong here."
I sighed, "I didn't mean to."
"You did," he said. "And now... It means to keep you."
I moaned softly. His remarks were so intense that they broke down whatever barriers I had put up.
He didn't kiss me, though. My jaw and neck were ghosted by his lips, which ended just shy of my mouth.
The tension tightened.
"You're trembling again," he muttered. "Why?"
"Because you seem to want to destroy me by the way you look at me."
He smiled against my skin. "I do."
Then he moved down my body. Every inch of him is closer. His breath dragged heat across my skin.
His hand found my thighs as he spread them slowly before bringing them down to my pussy. He rubbed my clit with his fingers, then he stroked from the bottom of my vagina back to my clit before inserting his index finger into my wet pussy. And this time—he didn't stop as he thrusted harder, his finger moving in and out of my pussy. I let out a soft moan, my hands clenching on the sheet.
Then stopped.
I gasped as he spread me more gently, positioning himself between my legs.
"I would love to taste you," he murmured, "can I?."
I gave a nod. Indicating the permission for him to move forward. That was all he needed.
He started by kissing around my vagina first, focusing on my inner thigh. He kissed the thighs and sucked on them as if his life depended on it. I'm sure it's going to leave a hickey.
Slowly he licked my pussy lips, before he started to softly suck, lick my clit with his tongue.
I cried out, my back arching, head pressing into the pillow as his tongue moved slowly with maddening precision to my clitoris. Gentle. Deep. Slow.
He didn't stop. Instead he spread his tongue out, making me more wet as he made his way in and out of my pussy, moaning into it. I clutched into his hair, my legs shaking. My eyes rolled up in my socket, revealing only the white one as I moaned with the rhythm of his movement.
I forgot my name.
He held my thighs, strong and steady, keeping me grounded.His eyes stayed locked on it even as he devoured me, forcing me to feel every second of it.
"Kade—" I nearly screamed.
He stopped. Just enough to speak.
"No names," he whispered. "Not yet."
I whimpered as his mouth returned. This time around with his finger. Licking deeper, teasing, tasting and fingering at the same time.
I lost control.
My hands clenched the silk. My thighs shook. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't remember what life had felt like before this.
And just when I felt myself begin to fall completely apart, his mouth slowed. His tongue moved in a lazy, torturous circle before sliding deep once more.
"I'm cumming," I said, my voice low as I became breathless. My heart racing fast.
My legs shake violently, my hands clenched onto the sheet as I squirt, a watery fluid rushing out of my pussy, splashing on the bed and Kade's face. My breathing quickens, the smell of my ejaculation f
illed the room.
He looked up at me, his voice low, hot against my skin.
He pressed a kiss—soft, slow—to my shoulder.
Then whispered, "I love tasting you."