“I thought we were doing rope?”
“We are, but for tonight I want to go easy and not do a complicated tie. If I use these on you, I can release you much more quickly than if I tie you just with rope.”
He didn’t need to draw me pictures—in case I freaked out. And I did not want him to have to cut his ropes, even though I knew he would without hesitation. “Okay.” I eyed other items on the same shelf these came from. “I don’t think I’m ready to try a collar yet, though.”
He smiled and pulled me in for a kiss. “Good girl.”
“I’m not complaining, but what did I just do to earn that?”
“You spoke up and told me a limit.”
“Not very sexy of me.”
“Sexier than me needing to cut you free because you panic and then me worrying about you for future scenes that you might not speak up and tell me.”
I wrinkled my nose at him. “Training wheels?”
He smiled. “Training wheels.”
He let me pick things out of his implements to use on me, and I picked just the blue paddle. And a couple of vibrators from the armoire.
He grinned as he examined the small clit-sucker. “That’s fucking ingenious.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve been wanting to get one and see what all the fuss is about.” I stretched. “And I’m open to pretty much anything but anal tonight. Maybe another night, but I’m not in the mood for it.”
Again he pulled me in and kissed me. “Good girl,” he whispered.
Ishivered. “If you don’t get me on that bed soon, you’re going to need Housekeeping to bring a mop and a ‘wet floor’ sign.”
He roared with laughter, scooping me up in his arms and dropping me on the bed. I loved laughing with him, making him laugh.
Laughing.
Didn’t know that was a fetish but as long as it didn’t involve being tickled I guess it wasn’t the weirdest thing.
When he puts the first ankle cuff on me, I commented. “Did you mean to leave it that loose?”
“I did. Tonight is purely play and exploring.”
“Ah. Carry on, Sir.”
The other three cuffs went on, the wrist cuffs so loose I could pull my hands free if I reverse-fisted them.
Then he pushed me back onto the bed and picked up one of the coils of natural jute, He watched me as he unwrapped it, letting the loose coils drape over my flesh.
Funny how the world suddenly contracted to this sexy, safe bubble, me staring into his eyes as he ran the rope all over my flesh, gooseflesh rippling in his wake from how good it felt. He leaned over me, his lips just above mine. “Arms up, baby.”
I almost accidentally punched him I moved so fast, but he laughed as he caught my hand, kissed it, and then started looping the rope around the bedpost and through the D-ring on the cuff.
I also recognized the quick-release knot he used on the bedpost, plus there was enough slack in the rope I could move my arms.
He tied my other arm but left my ankles free for now. That’s when I noticed he wasn’t naked yet, although his cock looked like it was trying to punch a hole in his shorts.
“Are you going to strip, Sir?”
“Eventually.” He climbed onto the bed and laid the blue paddle on my tummy. I flinched a little at the cold, but it quickly warmed.
Jack stretched out beside me, propped on his left elbow and began trailing the fingers of his right hand from the hollow at the base of my throat, down between my breasts, and to mymound—which thank god for phone reminders that I shaved that morning, keeping a short landing strip down the center. He hadn’t asked me to do it but I liked to keep the cooter landscaped and I’d been remiss in that area lately.
