It was embarrassing that my smooth arousal was soaking his pants, but he sounded so pleased with me that I didn't care.
Shuffling sounds led me to believe that Nicola was digging around in his bag for something else. When he touched my cheek, it was with a different material, one that was rougher. There was a sudden rush of the earthy aroma of hemp, and I sucked in a breath.
Rope.
Really, Nicola intended to bind me. My preconceived notion was that kink couples would literally tie each other up before I saw Mathew's illustrations. Simple things like tying their wrists to the headboards would suffice.
Mathew's sketches showed me something much more complex. Like a piece of art, Nicola's drawing of me had been shaped and stretched by the rope that bound me.
When my heart rate increased, my ears began to pound. I felt my stomach churn and a tingle run through my body as my mouth watered.