That Night He Tied Me Up in the Garden and Made Me Wait

The house we rent on the outskirts of Treixedo has been our hideaway for three years. There are no neighbors within a kilometer, no doorbells, no one knocking at the door at odd hours. Just the countryside, the wind in the oaks, and the two of us. I like that silence. What I hadn’t learned yet was that that same silence could become an instrument, and Mateo knew how to play it better than anyone.

We arrived on a Friday afternoon. I came in tired from the week, my head full of unfinished things I didn’t want to keep carrying. He, on the other hand, came in with a different calm. A calm I know by now, and that puts me on guard.

During dinner he kept looking at me in that way. That smile of his, calm and patient, the one that melts me and frightens me at the same time. It’s the smile that tells me, without words, that he’s already decided everything. Every detail. And that there’s nothing I can do to change it.

—You eat very slowly —I said, just to break the air.

—We have all night —he replied, and kept looking at me.

He wasn’t leaving me any way out.

I cleared the dishes, my hands a little clumsy. He watched me, leaning in the kitchen doorway, not helping, not hurrying me either. When I finished, he took my hand without saying a word and led me upstairs.

His bag was already on the bed. He opened it slowly, savoring the moment, and my breath caught. Rolls of cotton rope, a pair of worn leather cuffs, the black blindfold I fear and desire in equal measure, and the collar that always weighs more than a piece of leather should weigh.

—Take your clothes off —he said in a low voice.

I obeyed at once. I folded my clothes carefully, the way he likes, and left them on the chair in a neat stack. Standing there naked in front of him, I felt small and exposed. My nipples were already hard just from his gaze, and I felt a warm wetness slipping between my thighs before he had even come close. I was already trembling, and he hadn’t touched me yet.

***

First he tied my wrists behind my back. He did it with deliberate slowness, knot by knot, making sure I felt each turn of the rope tightening against my skin. Mateo loves taking his time. There’s no rush in his hands, and that lack of rush is what disarms me most. Every tug is a reminder of who’s in charge.

—Too tight? —he asked.

—No —I murmured.

—Good.

Then came the blindfold. Darkness swallowed everything at once. The bedroom, the lamp’s warm light, his face. My entire world shrank to sound and touch. His hand brushed my cheek for an instant, almost tender, and disappeared before I could lean into it.

He guided me out of the room with a firm hand at the nape of my neck. Step by step, counting the floor with my bare feet. We went down the stairs like that, me measuring each step without seeing it, trusting all my weight to his voice when he murmured “here,” “now down.”

Then the air changed.

A cool current hit my bare skin and I understood, with a jolt that ran up my back, that we weren’t inside. He was taking me out to the garden.

—Mateo… —I said, my voice coming out thinner than I wanted.

—Easy. I’m with you —he answered, though he didn’t let go or explain anything.

The smell confirmed it: freshly trodden grass, damp late-afternoon earth, the green scent of the oaks. My feet touched the cool lawn and I jerked. My heart was pounding in my chest as if it wanted to break out.

—Stay still —he ordered.

He parted my legs with a gentle pressure of his knee and tied my ankles open to something I couldn’t see, probably the stakes he must have driven into the ground himself before dinner, when I thought he was just taking a walk. The leather collar closed around my neck with a click, and then I heard the metallic snap of a leash clipping onto the ring. With my legs spread open to the night air like that, I felt my cunt exposed completely, the lips already swollen, the wetness sliding down my thigh with nothing I could do to hide it.

And then, nothing.

Silence.

He left me there.

***

I heard his footsteps recede over the grass. Slow, unhurried, until I couldn’t hear them anymore. The house door didn’t quite close all the way, or maybe it did and I just didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t know. I knew nothing. That was the point.

The whole garden filled with sound around me. Crickets first, then the rustle of leaves, the faint buzzing of night insects. Every noise seemed closer than it was, sharper, almost dangerous. Without sight, my hearing had become huge.

My body trembled with nerves. But underneath the nerves, somewhere deeper, there was something else. Something hotter, that I didn’t want to name and yet grew stronger with every second I spent alone. My cunt throbbed. It throbbed as if it had a heart of its own, each pulse pushing another drop between my thighs.

I started asking myself questions, and the questions were worse than the cold. What if someone passed along the path and saw me tied up, naked, with my legs open and my cunt dripping down inside me? What if he left me out there all night, until dawn? What if he went inside and sat at the window watching me in silence, his cock in his hand, and I never knew?

I tugged at my wrists a little, just to check. The rope bit into my skin and didn’t give a millimeter. There was no escape. The idea, instead of calming me, ignited something inside me. I felt a spasm in my cunt, an empty clench looking for something to take inside and finding nothing.

This is exactly what he wanted me to feel.

My breathing turned short and loud in the stillness. Each exhale sounded louder than the last. I tried counting to calm myself, but I lost count almost immediately, trapped between fear and a need burning between my legs that I had done nothing to provoke. My own body was betraying me, and I couldn’t even cover myself. My nipples ached with how hard they were. My clit throbbed with every beat, swollen, begging for a touch that wasn’t coming.

The minutes blended into one another until they stopped being minutes. They could have been five. They could have been twenty. Time, without eyes, meant nothing.

***

And then, suddenly, his touch.

A hand slid along the inside of my thigh, warm and deliberate, climbing up from my knee. A moan escaped me that I couldn’t contain, abrupt, almost shameful in the middle of all that silence. His finger kept going until it reached the edge of my cunt and stopped right there, not entering, gathering the juice that had been dripping from me for who knows how long.

—You’re soaked —he whispered into my ear, and his voice was deep, soft, owning everything—. Alone, out here, tied up like a bitch, and it’s running down your legs.

I didn’t answer. I wouldn’t have been able to. I felt his finger trace my lips from top to bottom, very slowly, not going inside, spreading my own wetness over my vulva all the way to my clit. There he drew a slow circle, just one, and it sent a shiver through me all the way to the soles of my feet.

—You’ve waited well —he added, and his fingers ran along the rope at my wrists, tugging just enough, checking the knots, making sure I felt how firmly I was tied. Each tug reminded me that I wasn’t deciding anything.

—Did you think I’d gone? —he asked.

I nodded in the dark, because it was true.

—I was here the whole time —he said—. Watching you. With my cock hard, watching your cunt get shiny under the moon.

Something inside me collapsed at hearing that. The very idea that I’d been exposed before his eyes while I thought I’d been abandoned made me clamp my thighs against the rope. My cunt tightened into empty space. He noticed it. Of course he noticed. He pushed a finger in to the knuckle without warning, and I cried out into the night air.

—Look at how you take it —he said, laughing softly, pulling it out and pushing it back in, this time with two—. Like your life depends on it.

He yanked firmly on the leash and my head tipped back until my back pressed against his chest. Then I felt it, his heat flooding me all at once after so much emptiness. His skin against mine was almost too much after the wait, like when you warm up so quickly it hurts. And I felt his cock too, against the small of my back, hard as a stone, pressing between my ass cheeks.

—You belong to me —he said against my neck, while his fingers went in and out of my cunt with a wet, obscene sound that filled the garden—. Out here, tied in the dark, every breath you take is mine. Every drop that comes out of this cunt is mine.

And I knew it. Not as a pretty phrase, but as a concrete fact, physical, impossible to argue with my hands behind my back and my eyes blindfolded under the open sky.

***

The blindfold made everything sharper and he took advantage of it. The soft scratch of his nails going down my spine. The leash tightening and loosening at his whim, marking my breathing rhythm. His hot breath on the back of my neck, right where my skin prickles. His fingers, still inside me, curling to find that soft spot that makes me see stars even with my eyes covered.

I couldn’t see him. I couldn’t guess where his hand would be a second later. Every caress arrived without warning, and that impossibility of anticipating anything stretched time until it became unbearable. Waiting inside waiting.

He pulled his fingers out in one sudden motion and I moaned from sheer emptiness. I felt them travel up my belly, wet, to my mouth.

—Open —he ordered.

I opened. He shoved two fingers deep into my mouth and made me lick them, suck them clean, taste my own juice down to the last drop. The humiliation burned my cheeks and at the same time tightened my cunt harder than anything else.

—Good girl —he said—. Don’t waste anything.

He went back down. I heard the rustle of his clothes falling onto the grass. His cock, now with nothing between us, rubbed between my ass cheeks, sliding up and down along the crack, pressing against my asshole for an instant that made me hold my breath. Then it dropped lower, to the entrance of my cunt, and stayed there, resting, not entering yet.

—Please —I said at last, not quite sure what I was asking for. Yes I did. I knew perfectly well.

—Please what? —His voice was smiling.

—Put it in —I whispered, and my face burned at hearing myself.

—Louder.

—Put it in, please. Fuck me. Fuck me now.

—That’s what I like —he said, and drove into me in one single thrust, all the way in.

I screamed. The sensation of that cock opening me up after so long spent waiting empty was almost too much. It filled me, stretched me, touched me in a place only he knows how to find. With my legs tied open I couldn’t close them, couldn’t squeeze my thighs, couldn’t do anything but take each thrust against my neck, against my back, against my overflowing cunt.

He fucked me slowly at first, with long, deep thrusts, coming almost all the way out and sinking back in. The leash pulled tight, my head resting on his shoulder, his hands now on my tits, pinching my nipples between two fingers until I arched against him.

—Look where you are —he murmured near my ear, not stopping his thrusts—. In the middle of the garden, tied up, with my cock inside you. Anyone could pass by on that path and see you like this. Wide open. All mine.

Every word tightened my cunt around him. I felt the orgasm climbing inside me, still far off but approaching inexorably. He could tell, of course he could. He sped up. He grabbed my hips with both hands, so hard I knew I’d have his fingerprints the next day, and he started fucking me for real, pounding with a brutal rhythm that made our skin slap in the silence of the countryside.

—Come —he ordered, pinching my clit with his thumb while he kept slamming into me from behind—. Come tied up, come on the grass, come with my cock inside you.

I couldn’t hold out. I couldn’t. The order and the thumb shoved me over the edge and I came with a scream I’m sure could be heard all the way to the oaks, shaking myself apart against the ropes, my cunt clenching around him in wave after wave that didn’t end. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through my orgasm, harder, deeper, until I felt him go tense behind me and his nails dig into my hips.

—Here it comes —he growled—, inside, all the way in, so you feel me all night.

He came inside me with one long thrust that made me shudder again. I felt every beat of his cock emptying into my cunt, hot, thick, filling me until it began to spill over and slide down my thigh mixed with my own. When he finally pulled out, very slowly, making me dizzy again with the feeling of emptiness, he crouched behind me and licked it clean, gathering his own cum from my lips and my thighs with a slowness that made me tremble all over again.

***

By the time he took the blindfold off, my legs were shaking and my chest was rising and falling uncontrollably. The stars up there seemed impossibly bright, as if I were seeing them for the first time in my life. It took me a few seconds to remember where I was: in the middle of the garden, on my knees in the grass, my body aching, semen still running between my thighs, and the whole sky above me.

But I wasn’t free. I was still tied, still wearing the collar and leash, still on my knees in the cold grass. Mateo crouched in front of me, held my chin with two fingers, and made me look into his eyes.

—Are you okay? —he asked, and for a moment the hardness in him softened completely.

—Yes —I said, and never had a word been so true.

—Good —he replied. And that calm smile came back to his face, the one that already has everything planned—. Because this was only the beginning. You still have to suck me until you get me hard again. And then we’re going to try that ass.

Something clenched deep inside me at hearing that, a lash of fear and want all at once. Out there, in the middle of the night, open to the whole world and yet completely under his control, I had never felt so alive. Or so much his. And I understood, as he stood up and his cock, still half-hard and shining, stayed level with my mouth, that I would come back to that house on the outskirts a thousand times over, for the promise of that waiting alone.