[C] Freeze Your Brain

"Me? Mean? Never."

Her lips curled up cunningly.

"I think I may have an idea, dear. You don't happen to know where that rope we used last month wondered off to?"

"No, never," he agreed dryly.

That grin spelt trouble. He knew it well enough by now.

And there was the trouble. That damned rope. It was both a curse and a blessing during sex. It made things a little more exciting, but it was so frustrating being tied up.

"I do know."

Was he going to tell her? Maybe later.

"Good. Go get it."

She leaned into the sofa and waited. One eyebrow arched.

She had a feeling he wasn't going to be so willing.

"If you don't do it now it will only make things worse later."

His brow arched, mirroring hers.

"You're so pushy." He leaned forwards to steal a kiss before getting up.

The muscles of his ass moved deliciously under tattooed skin as he made his way towards the guest bedroom.

He returned a minute later with the treated rope coiled around his neck ike an oversized necklace. When he got to Nicole, he stopped and stood in front of her instead of straddling her lap again.

Green eyes lingered low as she watched him walk away. That was easier then she anticipated.

She examined the man in front of her with a leer, looking him up and down. Slowly. Making a point how much she appreciated the body.

"Good. Bring that chair over here. Have it facing me and sit on it."

He stood, chin raised slightly as she leered at him.

He was more tattoos and scars than skin, but he wasn't shy about how he looked, and he was more than happy to let Nicola get an eyeful.

"Gonna tie me to it and leave me there?" he questioned as he padded across the floor to get to the diningroom table.

He dragged a chair across the room and set it down in front of Nicola.

He straddled it, so he was facing Nicola and rested his crossed arms on the back of the chair. A cheeky grin curled his lips, waiting for her to tell him he was sitting wrong.

"Don't tempt me," she replied, still leering.

She raised an eyebrow The wasn't quite how she planned on having him sitting, and the fucker knew it.

She can improvise.

"You want it that way? Didn't think you wanted to try that so soon. Although, I am not very well equipped..."

She matched his cheeky grin.

A slim brow quirked.

"Well, a picture of you fingering me would certainly get to him, wouldn' it?" he mused, but he did get up and move to sit normally on the chair.

She could play around with his ass another time.

"It certainly would."

She watched as he moved into the appropriate position before she finally stood.

Her nails glided under the rope, across his shoulder blades and up to his shoulders. She gently coaxed them back so his hands were behind the back of the chair, and she encouraged them to clasp.

"Keep them like that."

She took the rope from his shoulders and tied them together. The rope wrapped around a leg. Then the next, coupling it with an ankle. She did the same with the other side. The remaining rope was wrapped amount around his wrists.

Not the best, but it was quick.

She stood back and admired her work.

"Like a picture."

She grinned, amused at her own joke.

"Sir, yes, sir," he teasingly recited as he clasped each hand around the opposite wrist, forming his own manacles.

He sat patiently as Nicola wound the rope around the chair and his ankles.

Mads chewed on his lip when his wrists were tied. And now he was completely at her mercy.

"Video's are better."

She made an agreeable noise.

Videos were always better.

"True, but I don't want him to sadly wank off on this. I just want to give him a snippet so he's pissed."

Her fingers idly along his jaw bone.

"Might take one for my personal use though?"

She gave him a questioning look.

"That would suck. We want him to feel like shit, not give him spank bank material."

Not that he minded the thought of people wanking to the thought of him. It was a bit of an ego boost, to be honest.

He leaned into the fingers trailing along his jaw.

"Tit for tat. I'll need a video of you enjoying this vid."

"Signed and sealed."

She bent down and kissed him on the lips.

She grabbed her phone which was left on the couch and opened the camera app. She hummed.

"Do you have a tripod? For phones?"

"Yeah. Sideboard drawer, on the left."

He tilted his head towards the sleek black and silver piece of furniture.

"Some assembly required." It was in three pieces for storage. It'd only take a few seconds to screw everything together, though.

"Should have made you set that up before I tied you up."

Tripod received, she began setting it up.

"A woman being a dipshit trying to make stuff doesn't turn you on by any chance?"

"Hindsight."

Mads relaxed in the chair, watching her play around with the parts.

"Major turn on, darling," he replied without a beat, only a little dry. 

Having to sit here like this, naked and vulnerable, while Nicola bustled around still fully clothed and in control was quite a bit of a turn on. It all added to the anticipation.

She laughed at the dryness of his voice. The tripod set up, with the camera on and recording, she peered at him through it. She hummed, pleased. Taking her time adjusting it until it was just right. She wanted more of him in the shot then herself, so she was going to have to be conscious of that.

"Want to say something to the camera?"

He turned his gaze to the camera.

"Enjoy this, dear. And get a good angle when you're filming. I want a really good video in return."

He blew a joking kiss to the camera.

"You won't ever need to go on Pornhub again once you receive my video."

She walked toward him. Her heels clipped the tiles and her hips swung in a confident manner. Echoing his move earlier, she rested both hands on the back of the chair.

Her eyes gazed into his, then drifted downward, lingering.

"Looks like someone got themselves all worked up. Do you like being tied up like this? Naked?"

"Unless I want to look at cock," he replied.

He fell silent when she strode towards him, eyeing her, trying to figure out what she was planning. It was difficult to figure her out.

His lips quirked upwards. "A little."

She hummed, her finger slowly slid down the centre of his chest. It stopped just at the base of his cock.

"A little," she repeated. "I do like honesty."

She gripped his cocked and in one smooth motion dragged her hand up, twisting the end.

His stomach twitched as her fingers teased downwards, over a few sensitive scars.

"You- ah!"

His head thrust back and his back arched as his hips thrust upwards.

"Fuck."

She watched him jolt, satisfied. The curve of his throat looked particularly delicious.

"Would you like me to do that again?"

She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his Adam's apple.

"Touch your cock?"

A kiss on his jaw.

"Make you come?"

"Yes."

His breath was shaky as she kissed his throat then up to his jaw.

"Yes."

The rope tugged slightly at his wrists.

"No. Not yet." He didn't want this to be over too soon. He wanted to have some fun.

"Good answer."

She kissed him. Her tongue swiping at his lip as she outright ignored his cock. Her hands drifted up to his chest instead to roll his nipples under her thumbs.