“Yes.”She stood in only her sports bra and her plain black panties with a little bow in the front.
“You will tell me if you are uncomfortable at any point.Don’t power through, Josie, let me know and we’ll adjust.This isn’t about how much pain you can take or how long you can hold the pose.This is about us exploring and building a connection.”
The warmth of his hands on her shoulders sent shivers of pleasures through her spine.She exhaled a shuddering breath.Her whole life was about overcoming.For someone to ask her to set that aside felt like taking a step off a cliff.Unknown and scary.
“Okay.”
“Good.Can you drop your arms at your side?”
Josie unfurled herself and stood, glancing up at Ares.“Good.Stand here with me for a moment.”Ares took her hands in his.He took a breath and exhaled.Josie copied him, matching him breath for breath.The air crackled with anticipation.Her heart rate slowed, and she felt safe holding his hands, secure and reassured.
“This is how I like to start the scene.Would you unbutton my shirt, my pretty girl?”He dropped her hands and stroked the back of her cheek with his knuckles.
“I can do that.”Her fingers trembled, but she started unbuttoning Ares’s shirt.The intimate gesture infused warmth through her body, causing her to blush.She worked the buttons opened, then she brushed the shirt off his well-defined shoulders, sweeping her hands down his muscled pecks, to his abs over his undershirt and slid it over his smooth chest.
“Good girl.”Ares slid his shirt off and set it on a chair.“Sit crossed-legged on the floor for me.”
His warm, deep tone sent prickles on the back of her neck.Ares held out his hand, and Josie grabbed it for support.She flushed again.“You offer me support automatically.”
“It’s a little thing I can do to make it easier for you.Comfortable?”
Josie straightened her back, placed her palms up.“Yes.”
Ares knelt down beside her.“Here we go.I’m using jute rope and safety scissors are over by the table.I also have a bolster and yoga blocks if you need more stability.”
“You thought of everything.”
“I try.”Ares folded the length of rope in half, then wrapped it around her crossed ankles, slowly, while holding eye contact with her.With every slide of the rope, her breathing grew deeper, as if she was being lulled by the rough material against her skin.Ares wrapped the rope three times before pulling it up snugly.“How does that feel?”
“Good.”The band of rope made her feel snug.
Ares brushed a kiss against the hollow of her neck.She felt so vulnerable.But so cared for.
Then he reached behind her leg, grabbed the end of the rope and made a knot, pulling it tight.
He took the tail of the rope, brought it straight back, ran it under her thigh.Then he leaned down to her and kissed her neck, nuzzling her throat.He grabbed the rope and ran it under her crossed leg between her thigh and foot.
“I’m feeling secured,” she swallowed.
“You look so pretty in rope,” Ares pulled the rope, knotting it between her leg and thigh.
Slowly, he ran the length of rope along her back.The feel of his fingers against her skin sent chills up her spine as he tugged and commanded the rope.Her breathing became hitched.She felt exposed, vulnerable, sitting cross-legged with bands of rope holding her leg open.
“Josie, where are you?”
“So good.”
“Perfect.”Ares pressed a kiss to her nape, brought the rope under her thigh, wrapping it around her leg, like he had done on her right side and as he pulled and tugged the rope, knotting it so it matched the knot on the other side, Josie’s breathing deepened being tied in rope in this seated position, exposed and vulnerable, made her mind fuzzy.
“How are you feeling?”
“Relaxed.”Her voice was syrupy thick.
“So pretty.Now that I have you in one spot, want to play?”He glided his hands down her shoulders, palmed her breasts.Her nipples tightened immediately.She gasped.
“Yes.”
“Good.I have a toy I want to try out.”Ares rose to his feet, picked something off the table, and held out his hand.“These are vibrating nipple suckers.Should we try them?”
