I completed several more turns, the rope wrapping around my body in different ways each time until my chest was a zigzag of yellow cord, save for my breasts. They were squeezed plump from their confinement like roses blooming from a vase, a centerpiece to be admired. Being on display made my n*****s almost painfully erect. Even more surprising was the thrum of pleasure I experienced from the coarse texture of the rope. It was abrasive. I probably shouldn’t have liked it, but I did. A lot. The hint of burn stirred a heat deep in my belly. “How does that feel?” Keir asked, pausing to meet my eyes. I was so breathless with sensation, I struggled to speak. “Good … it’s good.” He hummed his approval, then wrapped my upper arms to secure them at my sides. Each of his movements was quick and conf
