Knotty Neighbor

Liv Revamped stepped off the dock, skin still warm from the wind and sun, when Avery Black showed up at her door. No hello, no small talk. The younger woman held out a length of rope and asked if Liv knew knots. Real ones. The kind that kept a person still. Liv caught the meaning right away. She let her in, shut the door, and took the rope from Avery’s hands. Avery’s tank top slid off easily. Liv folded her arms behind her back and began to tie. The first knot pressed Avery’s wrists together. The second sat high on her forearms, tight but clean. Avery’s breath caught when Liv worked a silk scarf between her teeth and knotted it behind her head. With Avery gagged and bound at the elbows, Liv ran both hands down the slope of her small, bare breasts. Natural. Soft. The nipples already tight. She took her time pinching them, twisting just enough to make Avery’s hips jerk forward. Then Liv dropped to her knees. Two fingers slid straight into the heat between Avery’s thighs. Slow at first, then faster, knuckles brushing the rope that now circled Avery’s waist. Avery’s muffled sounds grew louder, wetter, her body rocking into every thrust. Liv added more rope. A chest harness lifted and framed those tits, the lines crossing between them. Another set of coils wrapped Avery’s upper thighs, pulling them just apart. Every new knot drew a fresh sound from behind the scarf. When Liv finished, she stepped back to look. Avery stood flushed, glistening, marked in clean white lines that stood out against ink and smooth skin. Liv pushed her onto the couch, face down, ass up. She kept fingering her from behind, three fingers now, while the heel of her palm pressed against Avery’s clit. Each stroke rocked the ropes. Avery came hard, thighs shaking, drool darkening the scarf. Liv didn’t stop. She kept working her open until the second orgasm tore through, louder, messier, leaving Avery limp against the cushions. Only then did Liv loosen one knot at a time, kissing the red marks the rope had left behind.