[ He slows down but doesn't stop, just enough to lean over and meet her gaze for a moment. ] You look very comfortable, for what it's worth.
[ Not that he's surprised, from the few interactions they've had she's always seemed very confident and comfortable in her own skin. Something that has definitely drawn him to her. Taking hold of one end of the rope, he gives it a tug, making it as snug as possible without causing her any discomfort or pain.
He runs his fingers along the ropes then, studying the pattern on her torso, brushing over the rise of her breasts. ] Arms or thighs next?
[She can be a brat, but if the right brat tamer comes along, she can bend well enough. Her eyes jump from him back to the harness he's designed over her body with the rope, and fingers come to touch across the chords of it. She remembers well the feel of it, and she likes the design he's chosen before he seems to test it out himself as fingers skim over the very flimsy material of her very thin stay.]
Thighs, I should think. Would you have them spread or tied tight?
[There can be merit in either, to have herself exposed to him, working along the inside of her thigh, but then she also has been in positions of sex where her knees have been together, moved in such a way to make her take it like that.]
[ There's merit to both being amenable and misbehaving, James will give her that. Never hard to please, he takes fun from both situations, whether he gets her good girl side or needs a little more taming. A note for later, certainly.
He hums with the question, aroused by both options but one definitely taking his attention. He knows what he's about. ]
Spread.
[ He moves to give her enough room to shift around, but he's quick to get closer again once she's got her knees spread for him. Give him just a moment to enjoy the sight before he starts the work with the ropes, though this time he certainly seems to be taking his sweet time, more like he's caressing her skin with them than actually working meticulously on a pattern. ]
[She isn't shy at all at spreading her legs for him when he answers, soft, dark curls just above her mound. She's trimmed down, something she's learned from being here. Soft pink lips are already a little slick as her legs open, exposing, creamy pale thighs that he gets to work with now.]
Mm, [Eloise hums as he starts to work the rope, and she can feel that sharp friction against her skin, and she already craves that tightness, that feeling against her body. It's been awhile, but it's clear he's skilled, and he knows what he's doing, working her how pliable she already is for him.]
[ She's very natural about it all and James flows with the mood rather easily, neither overreacting nor entirely unaffected. He's still going to enjoy the sight, taking a moment to admire the way she exposes herself to him, feeling the heat of arousal wash over him from simply getting her into this position, even before more ropes are involved.
Rope loops around one of her thighs a couple of times, brushing along her flesh, his fingers slowly fixing the rope so it's closer to her cunt. He needs to scoot closer in order to reach, but it hardly seems like a hassle to have to settle just behind her, letting out a low hum while tipping his head, breath ghosting the curve of her shoulder. ]
Not too tight? [ Asked as he gives the rope a more pointed tug, wanting it just close enough to her skin to make her breath quicken. ]
[She feels him shift in closer, and it has her inhaling in, calm despite the sudden heat she feels, the way her heartbeat quickens now that he's leaning in. She can feel his breath hot on her skin, and she turns her chin slightly to look over as he works, the prickles of her nerves high on her thigh already shooting heat to her core. Eloise doesn't move though, trying to stay poised. It's never been one of her attributes, but this is an activity that has honed it much better after getting her own kinks with it out (like getting a knot stuck once and freaking out on how to fix it).
Her instinct is to pull, but already she can feel the brush of the rope against her soft skin, and she hums before shaking her head.]
No. It's perfect. [Giving enough restraint that she can't easily move her thigh save to spread them wider, but she can feel the tightness of the rope and the friction it gives.]
[ She seems perfectly calm and at ease, which really serves to reassure James that he's not going too far. This is hardly the roughest he could get, honestly, but there's still a limitation to her movements that he could very well feel uncomfortable to keep going.
He's ready to undo the easier knots if necessary, but he doesn't think he'll have to. He tips his own head to meet her gaze for a moment, smiling faintly as he brushes his lips across her shoulder, and with the knotwork finished on her thighs, he takes a moment to just touch her, exploring skin where he can reach, palms dragging up to her hips then tracing over the ropes with his fingertips as he works his way down to her inner thighs. ]
You look lovely like this, [ he praises again, curling two fingers underneath one of the ropes and tugging, testing the tightness of the knot and pressing it against flesh, while his other hand traces closer to the heat between her legs. ]
[She can feel the binds, the constraint of movement, already. It might make her a little twitchy, but this isn't the first time she's been in at least a similar position that she can take slow breaths to focus on what they're doing, of being spread for him, of her body being open and at his mercy like this. It is different for her to be on this side of it, certainly not used to giving up her own control so easily, but there is that thrill in it.
That she's agreed to this. She's in this position and letting him touch her, because she's agreed to submit. Her chin lifts so she can look back, her posture stark and a little rigid naturally from the years of etiquette her mother might have wished she actually listened to. What a perfect way to demonstrate it now.]
Your own skill is admirable, James. [She can feel the way the rope slides against her skin, the slight cause of friction that has her inhaling hard enough that her breasts press tightly to the thin fabric, making it look all the tighter against the rope design her tied around her chest.]
[ James is no stranger to being on the other end of this, though admittedly it's a much rarer situation for him. But he knows the thrill that comes with restraint, the pressure of a rope or cuff fastened tight around the limbs, limiting movement or even restricting blood flow, forcing him into a specific position. There's a rush that's not quite comparable, and he can imagine that's the kind of excitement Eloise feels now.
Her reactions speak for themselves too, the way she breathes more heavily, how her chest presses back against the ropes. He lifts his other hand to one breast, thumb rubbing harder over the stay, teasing at her nipple, and he's not surprised to find her already wet when his fingers reach her cunt. ] And you've only had a taste so far.
[Like him this is rare for her, but he is skilled at it, and she knew and trusted in that fact regardless how relatively little she did know about the man. The might have only had the one encounter before this, but James knew how to handle himself, and more importantly he knew how to handle her. It was a distinction she liked, what allowed her to feel comfortable like this.
His hands moved over her, and with it, a heat that seemed to travel through her veins. He touched her, and his words making her smirk. It felt more like a challenge to push her, and the glint in her eye said she was just getting started herself.]
Well now you have piqued my interest, James. I should like to know what else you may be capable of.
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[ He slows down but doesn't stop, just enough to lean over and meet her gaze for a moment. ] You look very comfortable, for what it's worth.
[ Not that he's surprised, from the few interactions they've had she's always seemed very confident and comfortable in her own skin. Something that has definitely drawn him to her. Taking hold of one end of the rope, he gives it a tug, making it as snug as possible without causing her any discomfort or pain.
He runs his fingers along the ropes then, studying the pattern on her torso, brushing over the rise of her breasts. ] Arms or thighs next?
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[She can be a brat, but if the right brat tamer comes along, she can bend well enough. Her eyes jump from him back to the harness he's designed over her body with the rope, and fingers come to touch across the chords of it. She remembers well the feel of it, and she likes the design he's chosen before he seems to test it out himself as fingers skim over the very flimsy material of her very thin stay.]
Thighs, I should think. Would you have them spread or tied tight?
[There can be merit in either, to have herself exposed to him, working along the inside of her thigh, but then she also has been in positions of sex where her knees have been together, moved in such a way to make her take it like that.]
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He hums with the question, aroused by both options but one definitely taking his attention. He knows what he's about. ]
Spread.
[ He moves to give her enough room to shift around, but he's quick to get closer again once she's got her knees spread for him. Give him just a moment to enjoy the sight before he starts the work with the ropes, though this time he certainly seems to be taking his sweet time, more like he's caressing her skin with them than actually working meticulously on a pattern. ]
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Mm, [Eloise hums as he starts to work the rope, and she can feel that sharp friction against her skin, and she already craves that tightness, that feeling against her body. It's been awhile, but it's clear he's skilled, and he knows what he's doing, working her how pliable she already is for him.]
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Rope loops around one of her thighs a couple of times, brushing along her flesh, his fingers slowly fixing the rope so it's closer to her cunt. He needs to scoot closer in order to reach, but it hardly seems like a hassle to have to settle just behind her, letting out a low hum while tipping his head, breath ghosting the curve of her shoulder. ]
Not too tight? [ Asked as he gives the rope a more pointed tug, wanting it just close enough to her skin to make her breath quicken. ]
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Her instinct is to pull, but already she can feel the brush of the rope against her soft skin, and she hums before shaking her head.]
No. It's perfect. [Giving enough restraint that she can't easily move her thigh save to spread them wider, but she can feel the tightness of the rope and the friction it gives.]
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He's ready to undo the easier knots if necessary, but he doesn't think he'll have to. He tips his own head to meet her gaze for a moment, smiling faintly as he brushes his lips across her shoulder, and with the knotwork finished on her thighs, he takes a moment to just touch her, exploring skin where he can reach, palms dragging up to her hips then tracing over the ropes with his fingertips as he works his way down to her inner thighs. ]
You look lovely like this, [ he praises again, curling two fingers underneath one of the ropes and tugging, testing the tightness of the knot and pressing it against flesh, while his other hand traces closer to the heat between her legs. ]
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That she's agreed to this. She's in this position and letting him touch her, because she's agreed to submit. Her chin lifts so she can look back, her posture stark and a little rigid naturally from the years of etiquette her mother might have wished she actually listened to. What a perfect way to demonstrate it now.]
Your own skill is admirable, James. [She can feel the way the rope slides against her skin, the slight cause of friction that has her inhaling hard enough that her breasts press tightly to the thin fabric, making it look all the tighter against the rope design her tied around her chest.]
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Her reactions speak for themselves too, the way she breathes more heavily, how her chest presses back against the ropes. He lifts his other hand to one breast, thumb rubbing harder over the stay, teasing at her nipple, and he's not surprised to find her already wet when his fingers reach her cunt. ] And you've only had a taste so far.
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His hands moved over her, and with it, a heat that seemed to travel through her veins. He touched her, and his words making her smirk. It felt more like a challenge to push her, and the glint in her eye said she was just getting started herself.]
Well now you have piqued my interest, James. I should like to know what else you may be capable of.