Chapter 4

The ropes felt snug around Cara’s chest and shoulders, and the rough fibers scratched against her skin. The rope was flexible, but it was not exactly soft. Being tied up had the snugness and security of a hug but with more distance between herself and the other person—she liked that.

She felt Sharl press his long, narrow hand against her back, slowly pushing her so she was leaning forward on her knees. She instinctively tightened her ab muscles to keep herself from falling forward. The position was uncomfortable, and she started counting backwards from thirty to distract herself from the effort of holding it.

Then he was tying the ropes in the back, bringing the harness together. Sharl tied quickly. He had a lot of practice. Once he had the knot completed, he grabbed the ropes roughly at the back where they came together like a handle. She was his plaything now, and she loved it.

Sharl held the ropes so that they dug into the front of her chest as he leaned her forward even further. The sensation from the ropes increased as he pulled her back up to a normal kneeling position. It was mostly the feeling of pressure, though—they didn’t bite because Sharl had made several passes around her chest with the ropes, creating a wide, comfortable band when they were all combined.

As Sharl pulled on the ropes again, leaning her over to her right side, her hand instinctively shot out to catch herself. Sharl growled in her ear, “Trust me.”

She tensed up. It had been a long time since she had tried to catch herself in the ropes. It had been a stressful night, though. She consciously exhaled and relaxed her muscles, placing the hand back in her lap. Sharl continued pulling her back upright, still using the back of the ropes as a handle, and then leaned her over to the left side. This time, she stayed relaxed, trusting him not to drop her as she tilted far to the left.

Of course, she knew that it was easy enough for Sharl to safely manipulate her body with the ropes. She was quite light—as far as humans were concerned, anyway.

She felt her hair fall from the back of her body to the side she was leaning towards. It trickled over her shoulder and spilled onto her chest, tickling her skin as the silky strands moved against her. A fresh batch of goosebumps rose on her skin, and she felt her nipples tighten in the open air. Sharl pulled her upright into a kneeling position again and let go of the ropes. She never knew what he was going to do next. He was so good at creating sensations and suspense.

Sharl’s fingers trailed softly down her neck and over her shoulders. She could feel the light scratching of his short nails. The fingers continued down her chest, drawing swirling patterns on her skin down to her tits. Then, he dug his nails into the soft mounds of flesh. Pain shrieked in her mind. She gritted her teeth and sucked in a breath. It wasn’t so much the intensity as the unexpectedness of it. Each tit was trapped in one set of claw-like fingers. Sharl pulled inward, bringing her body backward against his and digging the fingernails deeper into her flesh.

The feeling of sharp nails digging into the already irritated crescents in her skin made her grunt to process the pain. And then, just as suddenly as he had started, Sharl released her, slowly pulling the nails away. They had been deep enough in her skin that she felt them dislodge as he pulled them away. She shuddered and moved backward, away from his hands. The feeling of pain and its end were two very different sensations. Although the source of the pain ceased, it created a new, stinging sensation as her flesh reacted to its invasion.

Before she had time to entirely process that sensation, Sharl was moving to something else, reaching in front of her, grabbing her hands, and pulling them carefully back behind her. She felt the stretch in her shoulders as he pulled until her hands met each other at her lower back. Then, holding her by her wrists with one hand, Sharl leaned her over to the left and lowered her onto her side on the floor. Keeping her hands held together behind her, Sharl reached for something. She heard another hank of rope unroll and hit the floor with a soft thud against the blanket. Then rope was being tied roughly and quickly around her wrists with one hand while Sharl kept her hands held close with the other.

After several wraps around her wrists, he let go of her hands and tied off the rope with a knot, securing her arms behind her. The floor was hard and uncomfortable against her hip and shoulder as she lay there wondering what Sharl would do next. The blanket didn’t offer much cushioning, but the floor was strewn with rushes so it wasn’t just the hardwood beneath.

Sharl’s big hands grabbed her around the sides and rolled her over onto her knees again. She felt the ropes jerk and tighten as he grabbed the handle at the back, leaving her arms bound behind her. Then Sharl’s hand was on her ass, and he was pushing her forward, holding onto the ropes so that she was kneeling and bent forward, her ass pushed out towards him. The warmth of his body surrounded her as Sharl inched toward her with one furry thigh on either side of her. He pulled up the bottom of her robe, draping the silky fabric over her middle, so that she was now mostly uncovered, and as he got closer, she felt his stiff cock rub up against her ass crack.