[John's conquest was never in question. Not since he started working. He's not scared of the ropes, anymore. It's just another tool he's mastered, and is utilizing to his needs, and it feels natural as it glides between his palms. The same way his rifle is just an extension of his arm, and pulling the trigger is just the same as twitching his finger.
John pulls the rope up from behind Poe's back, seemingly unconcerned by his sudden fidgeting. He splits the rope, catches it between the two halves of the central piece, pulling it into a wide diamond, then back out around Poe's torso again. It criss-crosses beautifully over his hips, above the swell of his pelvic bones, and just under his ribs, making countless knots as he works. Binding Poe's stomach and chest, spreading the tension over his body, though it all feeds back to his dick. A calculated choice.
John's gloved hands trace the sides of his body, catching over the ropes, up under his arms, dragging over biceps to elbows. He grips them firmly, and presses them above Poe's head.]
I want you tight and arched, like a bow. You've already got the arrow.
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Date: 2018-03-18 04:00 am (UTC)[John's conquest was never in question. Not since he started working. He's not scared of the ropes, anymore. It's just another tool he's mastered, and is utilizing to his needs, and it feels natural as it glides between his palms. The same way his rifle is just an extension of his arm, and pulling the trigger is just the same as twitching his finger.
John pulls the rope up from behind Poe's back, seemingly unconcerned by his sudden fidgeting. He splits the rope, catches it between the two halves of the central piece, pulling it into a wide diamond, then back out around Poe's torso again. It criss-crosses beautifully over his hips, above the swell of his pelvic bones, and just under his ribs, making countless knots as he works. Binding Poe's stomach and chest, spreading the tension over his body, though it all feeds back to his dick. A calculated choice.
John's gloved hands trace the sides of his body, catching over the ropes, up under his arms, dragging over biceps to elbows. He grips them firmly, and presses them above Poe's head.]
I want you tight and arched, like a bow. You've already got the arrow.
[He's talking about Poe's straining dick.]