Wrapped and Trapped

Kathia stood alone, dressed to impress, when Master Nick appeared like trouble looking for somewhere to land. One moment she was posing; the next, rope whispered around her wrists, her elbows, her thighs. Tight loops bit into soft skin until every curve stood out like an invitation. She tugged once, twice, felt the knots laugh at her. Now she’s helpless, a pretty package held together by cord and his patience. Nick’s hand slides under her chin, tilts her face up. "Open," he tells her, and she does, lips parting around the thick weight of him. He fucks her mouth in slow, deliberate strokes, saliva dripping to her chin, and she takes it all because she has no choice. When he pulls free, he paints her flushed cheeks and parted lips in thick ropes. She blinks through the mess, still bound, still owned, while he admires his work.