[ 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'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.