#shibari fic

Spencer pulled you in front of the mirror, having you face and look at yourself. The red rope contrasts against your skin. It dipped into your skin, molding slightly and your breasts were pushed out. The lacy bra is not hiding anything. Your skin is slightly flushed with arousal. Yeah, this was making you feel beautiful. Spencer stood behind you, a smirk as he looked over your shoulder. A hand coming around your waist as he smirked, the dimples in his cheeks more visible as you looked at him through the mirror. “Speechless?” He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. “Just… It looks beautiful.” You responded, trying to think about something to say.

“I’m not done just yet.” Spencer stepped out back in front of you, blocking your view from the mirror and forcing you to look back up at him. He placed a hand on your shoulder, pushing you to sit on the edge of the bed, “Lay back” He instructed. “Okay.” You answered, remembering him telling you to be vocal about what you did and did not want. You laid back, the soft bed sheets under your body dipped slightly. From this angle Spencer looked almost predatory as he looked down at you. Like prey, helpless, waiting to be devoured. He grabbed a bundle of rope from next to your head. He was leaning over you, your mind filling with thoughts of how tall he was. How you never noticed it before like you had now. How easily he could take advantage of you in your current position. Perhaps he saw how lost in thought you were, or could tell from your expression what you were thinking as he let out a low chuckle. 

Spencer grabbed your left leg, you were pliable in his hands as he moved to scoot your ankle closer to your ass. Your calf touching the back of your thigh. His hand ran up the length of your calf before back down your thigh, stopping at the edge of your panties. A teasing touch, just to watch you squirm. He took the rope, wrapping it around your ankle and tying it there before he wrapped it up your thigh and calf in a sort of spiral pattern. He tied them together down the middle, where your thigh and calf met, before it went up the outside again. Then he continued to wrap the rope around your hips, once, twice, before moving to the other side and tying your right leg up the same way. Spencer stood up, taking you in once again.

You were exposed. Legs tied up and knees pressed to the side and opened. You could hardly move them, you were sure Spencer could see the damp spot on your lacy panties. Spencer placed his knee on the bed, dipping it down as he climbed on. His hand wrapped around the rope across your chest, he pulled you up until you were balancing on the balls of your feet. He made it look easy, like you didn’t weigh the slightest thing. He sat behind you, holding you up with your back pressed into his chest. His right hand wrapped around you and placed it under your chin, holding you and forcing you to look in the mirror. Red ropes digging into your thighs, being totally under his control. Yeah your arousal was obvious. You could see the contours of your pussy through the wet lace. “Look at that. So pretty, don’t you think?” Spencer whispered, that same smooth darkness in his voice. This really was a different Spencer to what you were used to. 

“Yeah…” You mumbled softly, taking in your most vulnerable state. You made eye contact with Spencer through the mirror, his hand leaving your chin and starting to trail the sensitive skin next to the ropes. First your chest, then down your legs and back up again. You felt slightly unstable, only being held up by Spencer’s chest and the balance of your feet, the mattress not being the most stable. His hand trailed your lace bra, the lack of padding had you feel every touch. Your nipples perked as his fingers trailed over and created the slightest bit of friction. Your breath hitched again, you saw Spencer smirk through the mirror. “Can I go further?” He asks softly, his head is pressed against the side of your upper arm, his curls feather lightly tickling your skin. He wanted your consent, he’d seen the state you are in, yet he wanted you to say it.

“Yes, touch me more.” It was a breathless answer that you gave, knowing that saying it could change the entirety of your relationship. Being tied up by him was one thing. Having him touch you, get you off, perhaps even fuck you, that was completely different. As soon as you gave your answer his fingers curled into the lace bra, pulling the cup under your breast and exposing your hard nipple to the air. You watched his hand as his fingers massaged the soft flesh with one hand, his fingers sinking in before he pulled on your sensitive peak. A moan escaped your lips, soft and sweet. Spencer smiled as he pressed his lips against your arm in a chaste kiss. You watched as he moved his hand down your stomach, nails trailing over your skin leaving warmth in its wake. Heat spread throughout your body from where he touched you. Eyes following his every move, unable to look away from the scene unfolding.

His eyes landed on the damp spot in your panties, his hand wandering down till it reached the edge again. His hand moved over it, covering your pubic bone before he pressed his finger between your covered folds. The sticky pressure elicited another moan from your lips, the friction was barely there but it felt like all senses were heightened in this moment. A soft chuckle escaped Spencer as he lifted his finger clearly coated in your juices. His fingers patted your clit a few times, the sound it made was slightly wet and filthy. You leaned your head back, holding back a few moans and whimpers. Spencer’s left hand snaked around you again, grabbing your chin and tilting it down again. “No, keep looking.” He said letting his thumb swipe over your bottom lip. 

You watched as he pulled your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to the air. The slickness glistened in the light of the room, Spencer used two of his fingers to spread you wide. A gasp leaving your mouth as he used his middle finger to flick your clit. It sends pleasure through your body, small waves of it. You squirmed slightly, needing more to get off that he just wasn’t giving you yet. You remembered his words, wanting you to speak up about what you didn’t want but also consenting to him. Perhaps it extended to saying what you wanted too. “Please, I need more.” Your voice sounded slightly whinier than usual, higher pitched than normal and full of want.

There was a breathless chuckle from Spencer, “What do you want me to do?” He asked. Though you knew he knew exactly what you wanted him to do. He was teasing you, all he was doing today was unexpected, different from the Spencer you knew, yet somehow he was so deliciously in complete control. “Your fingers… inside. Please.” You begged breathlessly as he flicked your clit again with his middle finger. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He had a smile in his voice, you could feel it in his lips pressed against the skin of your arm.

His fingers moved between your lips, gathering the slickness on them and ghosting over your entrance. You captured your bottom lip between your teeth, waiting with excitement until he finally could give you what you wanted. No, what you needed. His middle finger breached your entrance first, the slender digit slipping in effortlessly. A moan escaping your lips again. “God you’re so wet, and all for me.” He sounded in disbelief almost, his tone sweet yet dark. His eyes focused on where his finger disappeared into you before adding his ring finger in one quick motion. A gasp tumbled from your lips, his fingers reaching deeper than you expected, filling you more than you would have thought. His palm pressed against your clit, rubbing as he started to pump his fingers in and out of you. Continues whines, whimpers and moans tumbling from your lips as he gives you the friction you needed. 

“F-Fuck!” You blurted out the curse word when he started to curl his fingers inside of you. Hitting that spongy, sensitive part inside you with such precision and pressure it was making you see stars. Sloppy, wet sounds coming from your pussy. Your legs shook, from being on your toes for so long, from the pleasure taking over. Screwing your eyes shut as you threw your head back against your arms. “You like that?” Spencer crooned, his fingers keeping their ongoing assault on your most pleasurable spots. “God, Spence, I’m going to come.” You moaned the nickname, feeling the effect you had on him against your back. “Eyes open, you need to watch yourself.” Spencer said, his free hand once again tilting your head to look in the mirror. You were a mess, skin flushed red, hair messy and eyes blown out with pleasure. His hand shone with your juices as he continued his pace, relentlessly forcing you closer and closer to the edge. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach, tightening as it took over all your senses. The sounds coming from your lips could only be described as whoreish. Continued chanting of his name between moans as he kept his fingers inside you, using the pressure of his palm on your clit and the continued curling of his fingers to finally push you over. Your walls clamped around his fingers, your body spasming as you tried to stay up right. Legs trembling and moving your hips to ride out your high. Your chest rising and falling with deep breaths as the aftershocks started to fade. Spencer slipped his finger out from your pussy, a whine leaving you at the loss of them. A string of your wetness still connected them to you, until Spencer pulled them away further, sticking them into his mouth and sucking them clean of your juices. You watched him through the mirror with slight shock, apparently his germaphobia didn’t extend to this.  He moved away from behind you, laying you back on the bed as he stood up from it. In your mind you thought he would untie you. Instead he looked down at you as he unbuckled his belt, pulling it from his trouser loops.