“You’re not keeping me tied up for days, right?”
“That’s not healthy for a few reasons, most of all blood circulation. While I like the idea of keeping you so I can play with you whenever I want, it’s not practical.”
“What if I don’t like it?” There’s a touch of worry, like she’d hate to disappoint me.
“Then we stop.” I shrug. “Your comfort and trust are important to me. If you don’t like it, I stop. Always.”
Her shoulders relax and her forehead smooths. “So I need a safe word?”
“That’s not how we’re playing today. All you need to say is stop.” I slot my hips against hers, letting her feel my hardened length. “Regardless of how it goes, this is all yours.”
She bites her lip, pupils blowing wide. “Okay.”
“Okay what?”
“You can tie me up,” she murmurs, pressing up to bring her lips to mine. Her kiss is gentle, exploratory, and far too addicting.
I want nothing more than to slide into her, but with patience comes more tension, and with more tension comes better orgasms. With that in mind, I sit back on my heels and slip my fingers under her tank top.
“First things first, show me this sexy body.”
She raises her arms, consenting, and I tug the top off, tossing it aside. Her tits are perfect and round, nipples dusky and pebbled. My omega rests back on her hands, arching her chest toward me with a knowing grin.
Good. I like that she knows she’s beautiful.
I scoot back, tug her shorts and panties off, and the air freezes in my lungs as she lets her knees fall open, baring herself for me. Bare save the soft triangle of hair that practically points to her entrance, she’s already dripping with slick and excitement. A wave of sweet musk rolls over me and I groan, curling my fingers into fists to keep from ruining the fun.
Her hand slips down her stomach, heading somewhere I’m desperate to taste again.
“Stop,” I demand, ripping my eyes from her cunt and pinning her in place with a severe look.
Going still, she blinks up at me and nods in understanding.
“Such a good omega,” I praise her, grabbing my rope. Guess it’s time to bind those naughty hands. “Turn around and put your arms behind your back.”
Hazel scrambles to do as I ask, gazing at me over her shoulder as her wrists cross right against her ass. “Like this?”
“Perfect,” I tell her, unraveling the rope and going over the knots and designs in my head. Every encounter is different. Set by the mood and relationship. Hazel is eager to please, not in need of forgiveness, so I won’t do a prayer hold. She’d look beautiful in a diamond chest harness and flower weave, but as I breathe her in, taste the sunshine and strawberry scent on my tongue, another harness comes to mind.
Shifting her hair over her shoulder, I press a kiss to her throat and bring my lips to her ear. “Ready?”
Her chest heaves and she nods eagerly. “Yes,” she rasps.
“Good.” Looping the rope into two circles, I slip them through one another and stretch them, then carefully slide them up her arms, placing them how one might place a backpack. “Let’s see how this looks.” I begin my work, taking my time to make sure the dragonfly harness is as perfect as my model.
twenty-nine
HAZEL
The rope is surprisingly soft. Kill has been taking his time, binding my arms behind my back, leaving knots that begin right between my breasts and trail down toward the center line of my stomach.
Pulling tight, he creates another knot, somehow working from behind me, chin carefully resting on my shoulder as his fingers work with practiced ease. Every feather light touch of the rope sends chills down my spine. I could do this forever. Let him create knot after knot until I’m covered in his designs.
I sigh as he wraps the rope around my torso, preparing the next knot to join the others trailing down my back. A soft buzz rolls over my skin, and I sink into it, every inch of my body hyperaware of the rope’s touch—every place his fingers have grazed burning like a trail of fire.
His lips find my neck, as they do each time he brings the rope across my front—pressing a kiss to my pulse point before adding yet another tie. A comforting silence stretches between us, our breaths syncing as we both focus intently on his work.
My muscles feel like jelly beneath his control, more relaxed than I’ve been in years, hell, maybe even my entire life.
