Rope Magic

He walked over to her and held out his hand. Taking him up on the challenge, she rose and stepped forward a few paces. "Now imagine this: you have several strands of rope wrapped along here, and here, that then interlace and connect through here, and here." Micah stood just behind her shoulder and used the tip of his finger to barely graze along the top and underside of her breasts, then in between them and over her shoulders. She shivered, cursing the thin fabric of her tunic.

"And, at the same time, imagine there's another rope with several strands secured around here, then weaved around here, before coming through to cinch back here." He used the same gentle touch over her hips, then around each thigh and between her legs, before halting just above her backside. Bri couldn't help but give a small gasp as his finger brushed her intimate areas.

"And then, you relax every muscle as you are slowly lifted up, every movement from every strand pressing against your flesh. It feels as if you're floating in a way, and your mind and body completely relinquish control. The world has temporarily disappeared, and it is just you, and your guide, remaining."

With her eyes closed, Bri hadn't even noticed how close Micah was to her now. He wrapped his arms around her as he spoke directly into her ear with a low, controlled voice. "And this guide," he continued, "is there to navigate you through this state; to keep you safe, to ensure that you feel the most intense pleasure that you have ever experienced. And all you have to do," he kissed her neck, "is trust, and surrender."

He took a step back, leaving her reeling while trying to catch her breath.

"Is that something you think you'd like, Brianna?"

She was suddenly aware of the room and the air between them. Her body was humming, and she forgot her words momentarily. All she could manage to say was "I hate when you ask things you already know the answer to..."

Micah tittered, almost breaking character before collecting himself. "I'll be asking you a lot of those types of questions if we move forward. I think you will find that patience will be very valuable. So, I'll ask you one more time," he walked around to face her, piercing her with his eyes. "Do you want this?"

"Yes." Bri breathed.

He kissed her again, softer this time.

"Remove your clothing, please, and then we will begin." Micah whispered before stepping away from her and towards the fireplace.

Bri's stomach jumped. Was she really about to do this with Micah? A person who, up until the night before last, she barely saw as a man. Yet now, she stood here, absolutely dripping in lust and frantic from even the slightest touch from him.

"You're hesitating. What's wrong?" He asked, looking up as he stacked the logs.

She didn't know why she wasn't moving. Gods, she could have just mounted him right there on the hearth, but something about stripping nude in front of him seemed so... exposing. "Close your eyes." She ordered.

"Really?" Micah asked out of the corner of his mouth.

"Yes!" Bri insisted.

"Very well." He sighed and obeyed. "Let me know when you're ready."

She peeled away her shirt and stepped out of her trousers, then tousled her hair and stood up straight. She covered her stiff nipples with one arm and placed the other hand just atop the mound between her thighs, resisting the urge to caress her own throbbing sex. "Ready." She said as sensually as possible.

He opened his eyes and turned his focus back to the fireplace, barely glancing at her before striking a match and tossing it onto the tinder. It fizzled out. He did it again. And again.

Bri started to feel a mild cramp in the leg she had pivoted to show off her curves. "For Asmodeus' sake just cast a damn fire spell on the thing!" She burst out as the fourth match hissed on the moist logs.

"Tsk, tsk, Brianna." Micah shook his head, then finally set the stove ablaze with flick of his wrist. "You must learn to be patient."

His stoic disposition wavered momentarily as he stood to face her, his eyes drinking in the barely covered body before him.

She repositioned to reveal herself, placing a hand on either hip while pressing her shoulders back. She felt a surge of pride seeing the subtle changes in his demeanor as he admired her form. "Well, what now?" She asked.

Micah paused, then circled behind her. His footsteps echoed off the wooden floors, making the delicate hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She could have turned towards him, but every nerve within her body was screaming at her to wait. Her mind flashed an image of a bobcat stalking a rabbit. Two creatures paralyzed with adrenaline, one out of hunger and one out of fear. Bri did not know which creature she was.

Then, she felt him; his warm chest pressing against her back. He kissed her shoulder as one hand manifested the rope, meticulously looping it around his other flattened palm. "You really are such a lovely woman, Bri. Thank you for letting me share this with you." The vulnerability that cracked through his tempered voice melted her. This was her friend. The one she had slept next to nearly every night for the past month, the man who constantly healed her battle wounds without shaming her, someone who unquestionably held her and stayed with her when she didn't even know she needed it. Micah was safe. She closed her eyes and relaxed into him, feeling his heartbeat against her spine.

"Now," Micah took a step back from her, and Bri felt the rope wrap around her torso just under her breasts. "If at any point you find yourself uneasy, or need me to stop or slow down, just say so. Even if, for some reason, I cannot hear you, anything I have summoned will obey you."

"Okay." Bri managed to gasp, the coils creating gooseflesh as the soft satin dragged across her bare skin.

Micah continued. She had no way of telling exactly what he was doing but could feel his fingers dance with the rope tail as he secured each joint of the tie. He wound another section around and tucked it under her arms. He tossed the rope ends over her shoulder.

It was then that Bri realized the cruelty of this set up. The reverberation and tension from the cords that rested atop and below her chest had made her breasts incredibly sensitive. She couldn't help but whimper as he guided the rope between them, his fingers teasing the edges of soft flesh.

"I thought you could just control the ropes telepathically." She mewled as Micah guided another strand up the opposite side of her shoulder.

"I can." He replied. "Is that what you would prefer?" He bit his lip just slightly as he began to caress her breast.

"No..." she gasped as his finger circled her areola.

"Very well then." He returned to his rope duty, making Bri huff in frustration for her neglected breasts.

"Why would you do that? Just grab them if you want to!" She grasped his hand and attempted to guide it to her needy flesh.

He held her wrist and firmly put it back to her side. "Brianna," he spoke sternly as he secured the last intricate knot right in the middle of her back, "as your guide, you will find that I do not tolerate obstinance when given merely for the sake of obstinance. In addition, you may not touch me without explicitly asking. Do you understand?"

"That doesn't seem fair!" She protested.

"Would you like to stop then?" He stepped back a few paces, clutching the rope tails.

Bri felt the energy almost humming from the coils with every movement. "No..."

"Good." He gave the ropes a gentle tug. "How does that feel? Anything pinching or uncomfortable?"

"No." She closed her eyes again, letting the pressure of the ropes press her muscles into relaxation.

"Wonderful." Micah replied. The tails of the ropes disappeared, leaving just her harness fixed in place. He returned to her, the warmth of his body once again pressing against her own chilled skin. "I'm going to begin the second set now."

Micah held her hips and caught the coils as they formed a few inches below her belly button. She whimpered, her body tense as the soft rope became fixed around her, engaging the lower half of her anatomy in this game. Her upper harness shifted slightly every time she twitched, continuing to tease her breasts.

He tied off a knot right above her backside before guiding the ends around her hips to the front of her groin. She instinctively spread her legs as the rope twirled downwards, resting halfway up her inner thigh. He was working quickly, remaining silent as he savored each jolt and gasp made with each drag of rope across her body.

Micah's hand grazed her as he reached between her legs and tightened the rope into the sensitive space where the groin meets the thigh. She knew he could feel the slick arousal dripping from her sex. She squirmed eagerly. She needed him to touch her.

"Shh," Micah whispered in her ear. He held her fast, placing one hand firmly across her lower abdomen. "You're doing so well, Brianna; you just need to hold on a little bit longer..." He brought his other hand between her breasts, bracing her against him. She could feel a distinct stiffness pressing into her ass, confirming that she wasn't alone in her excitement. She managed to keep her composure as the rope continued its path unassisted. It repeated its pattern over her other thigh before securing itself right above her backside.

He stepped away again, letting the cold air hit the places where their bodies were pressed together. The room had darkened by now, the mid-day sun turning to evening, and the only light that filled the room was from the hearth. Micah moved between the fireplace and the bound woman, his features no more than a silhouette in front of the flames.

"You look... breathtaking." He praised after a long pause. "How do you feel?"

"I-I don't know..." Bri stammered.

"You don't know?" Micah asked coyly.

I just said that, you oblivious bastard. While her movement wasn't actually restricted in any way, every little tremble and breath made her giddy with desire. She knew she could just wish the ties away, but they felt so goddamn good. The only thing worse than leaving them on, cruelly rubbing next to her most sensitive parts, would be to remove them and leave her with nothing. "I need to get fucked, really hard." She managed to pant, surprising herself at the crassness of her own request.

She could see Micah smile, despite the shadow. "In time... patience is vital, as I've already had to remind you." He slowly walked behind her, catching the long tails of rope that began to swim from the back of each harness. "Just relax and lean forward for me."

Bri did so, and Micah pulled her back up, ensuring the security of the ties and confirming nothing pinched or pulled unpleasantly.

"Good, now I'm going to start the suspension. All you need to do is relax." The half-way points of the ropes' tails began to lengthen, extending up towards the ceiling. Soon, it was as if there was a pulley in place; an invisible fulcrum in the suite's ceiling separating them.

As Bri's hips began to lift off the ground, she did feel as if the world was falling away. All of her thoughts ceased, even those begging for a closer touch. An additional rope wrapped around each ankle and guided them upwards, removing the weight of her legs from her hips. She did not know how long it took for Micah to position her, but soon she found herself face down, hanging in the air as if caught in midflight. Her fingertips grazed the floor.

She felt a coil around her wrists, slowly lifting them to meet behind her back.

"Don't..." She muttered, panic slicing through her trance as a flash from the previous night came across her mind.

The ropes around her wrists vanished, giving her control of her arms once again. "I don't want my hands behind my back." She whispered. "Um, but maybe in front?" She crossed her wrists and let them dangle down helplessly.

"Understood. Is everything else alright? Comfortable?" He knelt in front of her, doting with concern as he brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Everything else is great." Bri replied, letting her eyes close and her state of relaxation return.

"Fantastic." He whispered, forming a loose rope to secure the dangling wrists where she had suggested.

A state of peace. That was the best way Bri could describe it. As she floated, she felt no pain, not even the constant discomforts that came with old injuries or their long journey. Time wasn't real, and hours or just seconds may have passed before Micah rested a hand on her lower back.

She flinched as a cool, thick liquid dripped onto the small of her back. "It's just a drop of oil. Apologies if it's a bit cold." Micah said, gliding his palms from the small puddle up to her shoulders. "I will admit, I'm not the best masseuse around, however, I have yet to hear any complaints."

"Well, I have nothing to compare it to, but that feels fucking incredible." Bri had never received a massage before. Unless you had an intimate partner willing to give them away, such exotic luxuries were reserved for those that could afford it.

Micah's hands slid over all the muscles of her back, unhindered by the ropes they passed through. Guided by Bri's sighs of satisfaction, he paid special attention to the areas of her neck and shoulders that just always seemed to ache. He paused when he reached her waist.

"May I go lower?" Other than the ongoing teasing from the ropes, there had been no sexual contact since she'd been suspended. However, his hesitancy brought sudden attention to her exposure. The continuous pressure of the bindings created even more sensitivity, and she was hyperaware of how cold the air felt on her breasts and vulva. The desperation for him to touch her everywhere rapidly returned.

"Please." she answered. Those incredible hands began to massage her buttocks, then thighs, carefully dodging any intimate areas, before moving down to her calves and feet.

Micah repeated this pattern, from her neck to her feet, without increasing the sensuality. The few times he did graze the side of her breast, or slip between her thighs, Bri was sure to moan out filthy words of affirmation, incase there was confusion about where she wanted him to massage next.

Finally, coming up again from her ankles, he repositioned himself between her spread legs. Bri writhed and squealed in delight, feeling her knees press against his hips.

"Shh, calm down." Micah said, gently squeezing the back of her thighs. "I just need a better angle to work out some of these knots."

"Oh really?" Bri asked, realizing the harness around her bottom half had been slightly lifted.

"Well, I certainly won't object to the fantastic view." His thumbs slid up her inner thigh, stopping just shy of her groin. "But it will be difficult to work your shoulders from here. Do you mind if I bring in another hand?"

"What?"

Micah muttered an incantation and Bri felt a set of fingers caressing either shoulder. They were colder and softer than any part of Micah, as if someone was touching her through thick, satin mittens. "It works just like the ropes," he explained, "just a helpful way to attend to certain... things, if I'm otherwise occupied."

The spectral hands vaguely mimicked their caster's mannerisms as they worked their way under her arms and massaged the flesh along her breasts. Meanwhile, his real thumbs were rhythmically circling along the edges of her soaked sex.

Bri was trying her damnedest to maintain some level of composure, but she couldn't help vocalizing each breath that passed her lips. Finally, Micah's finger softly slipped between her folds, just grazing her delicate clit, causing her to arch her back as best she could against the ropes. At the same time, her needy breasts were finally groped. Despite their etherealness, the summoned hands felt nearly as good as the real thing when fully grabbing each tit.

"Holy hells, Micah!" She writhed, trying to press his finger harder against her clitoris. "You need to fuck me right now."

"In time, Brianna-"

"No, fuck that. You're right there. Just whip it out and fuck me!" She shoved her ankles into his back, forcing him to step forward. She could feel his erection pressing against her through his trousers. Hells, maybe just that would be enough.

"No!" He snapped, as if scolding a misbehaving pet. The ropes yanked her ankles apart as he stepped away. The spectral hands were gone as well.

"Please, Micah. I can't take anymore. I've never been this horny, it's agony!" She pleaded, watching him walk towards the buffet table across the suite.

"Shall I let you down then?" He offered, ignoring her glare as he tried to pour a glass of water from an empty decanter.

"No!" She cried. "But I'll do anything at this point. Want me to suck your cock first? I give amazing head, you know. Please, I'll do whatever you want if you just fuck me!"

"What I want, Brianna," he walked back over to her and knelt for them to look face to face "is for you to be a good girl and wait just like this while I go refill our decanter. Can you do that for me?"

Normally she would slice anyone who even thought of speaking to her in such a condescending manor. Yet here she was, begging and somehow getting more turned on the more he patronized her. She didn't answer.

"Look," he finally said, rubbing his brow. "I'm not trying to be cruel. I promise you won't be left wanting. But, if you want to continue like this," he gestured at the rope suspension holding her in the air, "you need to trust me."

Bri wasn't sure what to say. An apology certainly didn't feel warranted, but neither did arguing. "I'll take some water if you're grabbing it..."

"I'll be back in just a moment, then." He said with a smirk.

The door closed, and Bri hung there like a discarded marionette. She searched for tranquility, focusing on the sounds of crinkling embers and the smell of wildflowers. As the helpless warrior vainly attempted to soothe her tension, she felt the gentle touch of the spectral hands massaging her back.

I'll give him five minutes, she decided as she tuned into the sound of a ticking clock in the corner. If his ass isn't back here in five minutes, I'm calling the ropes off, locking the door, and using the damn tub faucet to get the job done.

Four and a half minutes passed, and much to her relief, Micah returned. He drifted to the buffet, ignoring the bound and panting woman as he past, and poured her glass of water.

"Now, where were we?" He asked, returning her empty cup to the buffet.

"I was serious Micah; I can't take any more of this half-assed rubbing and teasing. Either fuck me or let me down so I can do it myself." She said boldly.

"I understand." He stepped back between her legs, his hands teasing her inner thighs, unraveling all the meditation she had just done. "A compromise perhaps?" She felt him drop down to kneel between her thighs. "I fear I may have misled you." He kissed her inner thigh just above her knee, causing her to tremble. "You can't actually fuck when you're tied up like this." He separated every few words by bringing his lips to her sensitive skin, each kiss a little higher up her thigh than the previous one. "It's not safe. Even the smallest thrusts can cause the ropes to push the breath right out your lungs. However," his mouth was just inches away from her twitching sex, "maybe we can think of something else you'd enjoy?" She could feel his warm breath between her legs, he held her hips to keep her from squirming into him.

"Fucking hells, just do it! Please!"

She felt his tongue, soft and flat, slowly caress the length of her slit, before circling around her clitoris. He wrapped his arms around either of her hips, and took a firm hold of her ass before delving into her. He explored every inch with his lips, flicking his tongue along the center of her folds.