Kirby Carter

You undress with trembling hands, sliding out of your shorts you stand there in your scant red thong for a moment, considering whether or not to take it off too.. The Viking had said to take off your clothes..

You're assuming he meant all of them..

The smooth, cocky timbre of his voice floats through the doorway.. "You better be naked in there, Duchess.."

You blush, smirking disobediently as you hear him rummaging through his bag... Deciding to test his patience, just a little, you cross to sit on the edge of the bed, wondering what he is looking for..

When he appears in the doorway, your mouth goes dry at the sight.. He wears only his low slung jeans.. The powerful muscles of his arms and abs on full display.. In his hands a reel of thick black tape and a silky black bundle of Shibari rope..

Shivers of excitement run through you.. If he knows how to use that rope like you think he does, you're in heaven..

Like, for real .. This man might actually ruin you for all others.. The kind of man whose impression will be long lasting.. If not lifelong.. Changing the way you view intimacy and sex forever.. "You're a bad girl, Kriby.."

He growls, crossing to stand before you he drops his supplies on the mattress beside you..

"No I'm not!.." You bat your lashes innocently, peering up at him, drinking in those swelling muscles and chiseled features..

Your Norse god.. Your viking man..

"I told you to take these off.." He bends down and tugs the elastic of your thong, letting it go so that it whips back against the skin of your hip with a snap and a sting.. "Do as you were told.."

"Yes sir.." You stand, seductively bending over to slide the thin triangle of fabric down your legs..

The viking groans at the sight of your glistening essence, stepping in close he cups your heat in his hand, teasing you with a firm rub.. "Now, put them in your mouth.."

His hooded gaze never leaves your eyes as they widen in surprise.. Your insides buzz at the naughty request..

He really is a dirty man, and you can't get enough.. "In my--?"

He takes the tiny wadded up ball of panties, stuffing them into your mouth and you taste yourself.. Smirking his sharky smirk he tears off a strip of black tape with his teeth, before pressing it to your lips, sealing your mouth shut..

Excitement flashes across his stormy grey eyes like a lightning bolt..

"Now that you can't argue back, you'll just have to listen, and do as I say.. Like a good girl.. Can you do that for me, baby?"

You nod, emphatically, pulse pounding.. "Mmhmmm.."

He grins that wolfish grin of his, gently caressing a hand over your cheek and brushing back your hair all the while drinking in the curves of your womanly form.. The unspoken, intangible and electric connection between you crackles in the air.. "So fucking beautiful.."

Your cheeks flush, but you can't speak.. "Now turn around, lift your arms.."

Obediently, you turn you back to him, raising your arms above your head.. He uses a rough knee to wedge your legs apart, pressing his heavy erection into your ass as he begins to bind the velvety smooth rope around your chest as a harness.. He knots the rope, expertly above your heart, between your breasts, another at either side of your collarbone and two beneath your shoulder blades..

The nubbly ridges of the Shibari knots digging into your tender muscles, pressing into the most delightful pressure points.. Already you feel your cares melting away, your thoughts consumed by the bittersweet bite of the rope and the feathery touch of his fingers as he works the ties tighter, making you a slave to his touch.. "Mmm..."

He kisses and nibbles a heated trail over the back of your shoulders to the nape of your neck, your skin errupting in instant goosebumps.. "Does that feel good, Duchess?" He spins you back around..

"Mmhmm.."

Dropping to his knees, you feel his ragged turned on pants against your wetness.. "Show me that pretty pussy, baby.." You widen your stance, hearing him suck in a sharp inhale as he passes the rope between your thighs, the silky strand slipping between the cleft of your backside to pass through your lower lips..

An expertly placed knot lands right against your sensitive bundle of nerves.. You squeal and shiver at the contact as he rises back to full height, jiggling the rope to test that it is secure.. And to tease you..

"Mmmiii!!"

When You squeal in delight he chuckles darkly, taking the loose end of the rope and binding your wrists in front of you.. "Perfect.."

With a gentle nudge, he pushes you to fall back on the mattress.. Every single twist, every movement pulls the intricate rope pattern in a different way.. But every way leads to that slippery knot between your thighs, rubbing against your aching core.. The pressure so perfect, the sensation so silky.. "You look so fucking good like this, Duchess.. Whimpering and wet for me.. Tied up at my mercy.. Do you know how bad I want to fuck you right now?.. Mmm.."

A desperate keening gargle rises in your throat, you are already so dangerously close to the edge.. Kneeling beside you, the viking then gently rolls you to your stomach, propping your hips up in the air with a pillow beneath them, you shift to your elbows to watch him in the large floor length mirror beside the bed..

His warm hands coasting over your back, his eyes locking with yours in the reflection.. "Tap out if it gets to be too much, baby.."

You nod, wriggling against the rope, trying to generate more fiction.. You're going out of your mind with need.. More, more!

You're not going to tap out, this is fucking incredible.. "Mhmm.."

- SMACK -

A sharp searing smack, cracks like a whip across your ass and your hips buck wildly.. He cups your wet heat, dipping two fingers inside to explore your softest places, before spanking you mercilessly again and again.. Your breathing labours through your gagged mouth, the combination of the tight rope.. The knots against your pressure points.. Against your clit.. His thick fingers stretching you wide.. Its too much, and you combust, you ignite... Explode.. Moaning and writhing.. "..Mmmmmm.. Aaaahh!"

"Ughh fuckkkk... You're already cumming for me, Duchess?.. So needy baby.. I haven't even gotten to the best part yet.." Flipping you over he pries your legs apart roughly, slipping the rope aside to thrusts his tounge deep into clenching your love tunnel..

You squeak and squeal at a pitch so high you're not even sure the sound is coming from you... Wave after wave, orgasm after orgasm.. Each floods into the next as his tounge continues what his ropes had started, wringing every drop of pleasure from your body, he drinks your honey, groaning with pride and deep satisfaction all the while.. He draws up on his knees, unbuckling his pants and letting that thick anaconda of his loose..

Your whole body still wracks and shivers as he grins down at you.. "Had enough?"

"MmmMnnnn.." You shake your head furiously..

No, oh god no..
You dont know of you'll ever have enough of him.. If there is even such a thing!..

"You ready to beg for this cock?"

You nod..

You'll beg, you'll plead and grovel.. Whatever he wants..

"Mmhmm!!"

He slaps at your wetness with his rigid masculinity, and you whimper before he reaches up to pull the tape from your lips... You squeeze your eyes shut, expecting a blinding pain, but to your surprise the tape pearls away easily, like it was made for skin...

He tosses the lace thong aside and wipes the little trail of drool from the corner of your lips with the pad of his thumb and a soft, adoring smile before leaning down to kiss you, a heady fiery kiss, sweet and salty from your essence still on his lips.. "Ohh..".

He smirks, continuing to rub his engorged tip back and forth over your swollen lips.. You groan frustratedly, wanting him to fill you up, make you whole.. but also driven crazy by the fact he is still so in control of himself, while you are reduced to a wild, sweaty mess.. "Tell me what you want, Duchess.. You know I wanna hear those words.."

You strain against the ropes, wanting so badly to touch him, to taste him.. "I want your cock.. I need it.. Please Fuck me, Hunter.. Please.."

He groans.. "Fuckkkkkkk yessssss..." He

tugs at the ropes and immediately, they slacken.. He brushes the silky strands to the side before taking hold of your hips, tilting them upwards as he thrusts deep inside you with a roar.. "Uggghhhh!! Goddamn, baby.."

He steals the breath from your lungs.. "OHH!! mmm, yes, fuck me Viking!!"

He pounds into you, loosing himself, his movements becoming frantically and primal.. His grunts, animalistic.. "You mine Kirby.. Fucking mine... Say it, baby, I need it.."

You feel your inner walls clamp down around him, the blinding euphoria now a dazzling white hot light.. "Im yours Hunter, ohh.. mmm.. I'm all yours.. Ahh, Yess!"

He cums hard, a deep rumbling growl escapes him and he collapses over you.. Still careful not to crush you beneath his hulking weight , he catches his breath, gently kissing the crook of your neck, his fingers tangled in your hair as he inhales your scent.. "You drive me crazy, Duchess.."

As he rolls off to his side, you turn to take in his model good-looks and sweet eyes.. There in the soft lamp light, your heart begins to glow like a hot coal in your chest..

Everything about the experience you just shared was liberating, and he did all if it - - for you.. Sure, he enjoyed it.. But you get the feeling what he loved most was just how much you enjoyed it.. And you realise..

This is the guy who could actually take care of you.. In all the ways you've ever wanted.. And whats scarier is..

You care about him..

Really.. Deeply care..

You have absolutely no idea what to do about that.. "Me too.."
He lays back, eyes closed, his gorgeous face flushed and content.. His chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm.. You might have no idea what the future looks like for the two of you.. But if you don't make an effort here, nothing good will come.. You know you have to take a risk.. A leap.. "Hey, viking.. I was thinking.."

"Hmm?" He hums a sleepy reply, reaching out to run a hand up over your side, ticking your ribs making you giggle..

"Ah, Hunter, no tickling!"

He chuckles.. "Don't keep me in suspense.. Tell me what you've been thinking, duchess?.."

You take a nervous deep breath, pushing up onto one elbow.. "Well.. I know that I can't tell Lucky about jellybean, because of.. You know.. Darby.. But I was thinking.. Maybe, if you like, we could tell Lacey?.."

His eyes snap open and he turns to you surprised.. "What?"

You immediately feel anxious.. Like you've said the wrong thing.. Trying your best to justify the request, you babble.. "I just thought-- She's your family.. Your sister.. She's going to be jellybean's aunt.. I think it would be good for her to know.. And you.. ... And um, it would be nice to have somebody.. A woman.. An almost doctor even, to talk to about it all.. But if you don't like the idea, that's fine we don't hav--"

"Kirby.."
Your mouth snaps shut.. "You'd really do that, for me?" He breathes..

You nod.. "Of course I would.. Hunter.. I.. I'm--" The words you want to say get caught in your throat.. Instead.. You make a last minute alteration.. "I'm going to try.. To trust you.."

He smiles earnestly.. "I'm gunna keep tryin to earn that trust, Duchess.."

You lean over, kissing him sweetly before snuggling into the crook of his arm and dozing off to the deepest, most relaxed sleep you've had in weeks, feeling safe in the vikings arms..