“Are you okay?”
“I don’t like my legs being touched.But this is okay,” she felt herself tense.
“These are very sexy legs,” Ares wrapped the rope around her legs a couple more times.The tug of rope made her head even floatier; she forgot the momentary discomfort and relaxed against the bonds.
“Going to lay you down now,” Ares gently pushed her on her side, keeping his hand on her until her head was on the floor.
“Oh god.I like this.”
Ares chuckled.“I like surprising you.”
“It feels snug.”
“You wanted to curl up in a ball.You’re doing so well, sweet girl.I need more rope.”with her back to the dresser, she couldn’t see him select the next bundle but the flame of anticipation rose.Every single nerve ending felt aroused, prime ready for what was going to happen next.She wanted more.
“I’m going to touch your feet,” Ares crouched beside her, and wrapped the rope around her ankles, tugging and pulling as he made the next knot.
If he had asked her, would she have said yes?She didn’t know and it didn't matter.She trusted this man.
He picked up the slack rope from her feet, brought it up to her wrists.“Now I’m connecting your wrists to your feet.How does it feel?”
She couldn’t form words, a pleased whimper falling from her lips instead
Ares took her chin in his hand, tilting her gaze to his.“That good?
“Better,” Josie muttered.He took the rope from her wrists, ran it under the rope that formed the chest harness and pulled.With every pass of the rope, it felt like someone was wrapping her up in the snuggest blanket ever.
He maneuvered the rope, tightening and running it through the ties he’d made, and she couldn’t track what he was doing.But gave in to feeling him move to her ankles, to her legs, every taught pull of the room a communication that said, “I got you.”
“There, you're a nice compact ball.”Ares’s palm against her cheek was cool.
“I don’t know if this was a good idea.”
“Are you in pain?”Ares checked the ropes on her wrist, with his hand on her side.
“No,” Josie blinked back tears.“I think might fall apart.”
19 ARES
“Baby,comehere,”Aresgrabbed the knot between her breasts, pulling her towards him.He guided her so her head was on his knee.“You can cry if you need to.”
“I don’t like crying.”
“I know.”he stroked her hair, tracing her cheekbones with his fingertips.He wanted to ease all her discomfort.
He sat cross-legged on the floor with her head on his thigh, wishing he could throw money at her pain, to take it all away.He would buy her whatever she wanted, whatever would make her happy.Money solved a lot of things but it didn’t solve the pain of not feeling like you weren’t enough.
As she let out little sighs, tears leaked down her cheeks.He wiped them away, stroking her cheek, brushing his hand through her hair.He leaned down and dropped kisses by her temple.She shuddered underneath him and met his gaze.
“Think I’m better.”
“Good.”
He traced the ropes around her breasts, over her legs, then gently lifted her up and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her jawline, to the dip of her collarbone.She let out the sweetest little whimpers as he held her, running his lips against the rope on her shoulders to her breasts.
He had wanted her in his arms for a long time.To have this moment of vulnerability with her, sealed him to her.
Mine.Mine.Mine,he chanted in his head.
