shibari, teasing
Thandi feels a vine snake around her wrists, weaving itself into a pattern of knots that bind her hands together. Charlie runs his fingers along the vines behind her and loosens one knot, tightens another. She can’t see his face, but she is certain that he’s got a contemplative expression. Trying to remember certain patterns, certain instructions, certain points that he should ease and others he should restrain.
She can feel his fingers sneaking between the ropes, gently tugging and checking them anxiously.
Another vine snakes around to her front, wrapping her in an elaborate chest harness. The smooth feeling of the plant tickles and teases at the same time as it frames her breasts and binds Thandi’s wrists behind her.
“Are you comfortable?” Charlie asks as he moves back to her front, finger hooking onto a line across her chest, bringing her face to his. Thandi nods nervously, bites her lip.
“Darling, what about my legs…?”
Charlie rubs the back of his neck, hands now tracing the rope down her body. The trailing ropes of the chest harness are run between her legs now, and Charlie is quietly working with his own hands now as he carefully strings it all together. He looks up at her, unsure, but he lays her down on her chest. The knots are done, and he takes a breath.
“I’m only confident with this so far,” he says to her. She can’t see what he’s doing, tries to crane her head around to see, but he stops her. She feels him lean over her and the smooth feeling of the black sash passes in front of her eyes. Charlie knots it at the back, and now she is helpless. She smiles, though, and her excitement is evident.
Charlie’s fingers rake up her body, sending shivers through her. He kisses her neck, bites at her shoulders, teases at her ass, traces shapes on her hips. She lets out a shaky breath and suddenly, his touch is gone.
“Charlie? Charlie, what are you—oooh…”
The harness has come to life, sending small tendrils to make small, featherlight touches across her skin. She hears Charlie shift off the bed, the sound of clothing rustling, and she tenses in anticipation. The vines continue to tease and rub at her, though Charlie’s hands are now missing and she aches for even the heat from his palms.
He works silently, and she feels his long hair on her back, brushing across her lightly as he positions himself. She feels his fingers run from her ass to her front, skirting painfully close to her need. The vines there adjust, and she could feel cold air as the lips are opened. She feels Charlie’s fingers gently begin to circle her clit, and she squeezes her legs closed, giggling at her defiance.
She suddenly feels the harness binding her wrists pull her up onto her knees, keeping her anchored. Charlie rounds to her front, hands tracing breasts and hips and his mouth teasing hers. She leans forward to try to kiss him, but the harness keeps her from going too far and he is just out of her reach.
“Charlie…” she whines. His fingers trace down to her folds, but she clenches her thighs closed with a defiant smile. And then she feels around her knees, vines weaving columns around her legs. The vine hoisting her up from behind loosens enough for her legs to be shifted, opening them and anchoring her solidly.
“What are you doing, darling?”
“What you asked, dear,” Charlie says into her ear. Her hair stands— she didn’t realize he was this close to her. She feels his hands hover over her chest and tries to lean forward into it, again, restrained. It’s maddening denial and she finds herself getting a little anxious.
“Ch-Charlie, this is… too—”
A hand slides down her front and she shudders as her needs are met. A finger slides inside, and she attempts once more to close her legs. She can hear the vines creak from her effort, the rope against her skin straining as she pulls against it. A second finger slides in and she stops resisting, letting out a breath. She relaxes around his fingers as they slowly pump in and out of her, and then a strange feeling wraps around her clit: a living tendril of vine brushes over her and alternates in pressure as he fingers her.
She’s shaking, now grateful that she isn’t holding her own weight as she gasps. Sweat beads at her brow, and she could feel Charlie moving closer to her. He finally lets his lips softly make contact with her shoulder, butterfly kisses that feel like fire on her skin. Somehow, it feels better than ever, and she moans openly.
His fingers withdraw from her and she makes a small noise to signal her disappointment. She perks, though, as she feels something even better: the head of his cock against her, teasing her with a soft pressure against her entrance. She can picture his face right now, something between sadistic enjoyment and intense need, and she smiles. The smile fades as she realizes that it’s just another denial: he presses, but does not enter. Thandi wiggles her hips, but the vines don’t allow her to bring him into her.
She makes a desperate whine, tries to lean forward to kiss him. He leans just out of her reach, hands squeezing her ass now. He loves how soft she is, and now she is completely at his mercy. His hands come back up and the tendrils playing across her nipples send shocks through her. She cries out in surprise, cumming without even having him inside of her.
“I-I’m sorry,” she says as she collapses against her restraints.
“Don’t be,” Charlie says quietly. “We’re not done.”
“We’re not?”
He presses against her again, and she feels him broach her. Her whole body spasms again, unprepared against fresh stimulation. It’s as if everything has been amplified: nipples, clit, and now her interior. The ropes rub against her skin, teasing her as Charlie sets a slow rhythm. She once again spasms, shouting wordlessly. She drops her head and is surprised to be met with Charlie’s shoulder. One hand comes up to stroke her head, letting her rest it against him as he pistons.
Thandi bites down on his shoulder, desperate for some form of control, and is satisfied when it pulls a gasp from Charlie. He continues working her over, now focused on himself. She can feel his hand tightening its grip on her and sucks and kisses at the one spot she is allowed. His breathing hitches and he speeds up, and Thandi’s mind goes blank. She’s crying out at every thrust, not sure if she’s saying Charlie’s name or just some garbled nonsense. It doesn’t matter.
She feels herself dripping around him, liquid running down her inner thigh. It’s so shameful, but so good. She feels his other arm go behind her, holding gently on a vine as he tenses.
The hand on her head pulls the sash off now and she could finally see the artistry of her bindings, knots and a latticework of green pressing gently into her skin. What draws her eyes more is Charlie’s face, his own eyes closed as he continues.
She shouts again, shocks going through her body once more and Charlie is done for: he cums, twitching inside of her as he releases. He leans against her to catch his breath, arms and legs shaky. Her restraints loosen, allowing her now to lower herself from her kneeling position. The vines work themselves loose, leaving small marks across her body.
They collapse on the bed, Thandi reeling.
“That was… amazing,” she says to him.
“It was interesting,” Charlie mumbles. “I actually…”
“You liked it!” Thandi squeals, laughing.
“All right, so maybe I did.” He kisses her and takes a deep breath. “That takes a lot of mental gymnastics, though. Maybe special occasions…” His muttering quiets as he slides into sleep effortlessly. Thandi laughs and massages her wrists, curling against him.
