“Wonderful.”
He moves to the cabinet, selecting long red ropes, then brings them over to the bed.
“We’re going to do a Kani Shibari. Or in layman’s words… a frog tie.”
My breathing deepens as he grabs my ankles and pushes my legs back and apart, exposing my pussy to the silhouettes behind the screen.
“I…” I trail off, glancing between the ropes and Caleb’s skilled hands as he measures.
He immediately looks up at me. “Yes?”
“What if I panic?” I ask quietly, my eyes going to the screen. What if they see me embarrass myself?
Caleb turns my face with two fingers under my chin, his steady eyes meeting mine.
“Then you’ll saychamomile, and I’ll have you untied in seconds.”
I try to calm myself, then nod, relaxing back against the pillows as best I can.
With an encouraging smile, Caleb starts wrapping me in the rope. He binds my hands together in the front—nothing flashy, quick, efficient, titillating. Then he moves to my lower half.
First, he places the rope above my knee, around the thigh, wrapping snugly. Then he connects my ankle to the thigh, adjusting the tensions, checking in with me, reassuring me. Once he repeats the process on the other side, he connects both legs to a central line.
He steps back just far enough to admire his handiwork, but thankfully not so far that my panic would return.
“Beautiful,” he says softly. “You look even more beautiful like this than I imagined, Basia.”
“T—thank you, Sir,” I stammer as a blush spreads over my chest and—from the feel of it—my face as well.
“You’re very welcome, darling.”
His fingers move to his pants, where he flicks the button open, then lowers his zipper. I can’t look away from his cock once he reveals it—we haven’t been together nearly long enough for me to have my fill of it. I don’t think I ever will. I always want it, want him.
“I’d tell you to spread your legs for me, baby, but you don’t really have a choice, do you?” he asks with a self-satisfied chuckle.
“No, Sir,” I admit.
“Such a good submissive,” he purrs. Then he steps to the side and turns toward the screen. “Isn’t she amazing? Look at how wet her pussy is from being whipped and bound.”
Slightly mortified yet curious, I look at the screen to see the observers’ reactions. There are several people watching now, both male and female. My eyes bug out when I see one pair is clearly having sex against a wall.
“This is making me hungry,” Caleb says under his breath. My eyes return to him just as he drops to his knees. His hand is on his dick, stroking gently, even as he uses the central line to pull me closer to the edge.
When he buries his face between my legs, I shoot up to the edge of orgasm so fast, it scares me. Caleb inserts two fingers into my channel, and I immediately clench around them.
“Fuck, Basia,” he growls, the vibrations taking me higher. “Your walls are fluttering already. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” I moan, momentarily forgetting about honorifics. I’m too far gone.
“That’s my good girl. Come for me. Show me how much you love being watched.”
His words push me off that ledge, and I come with a gasp and a moan of his name, shivering like a leaf in the wind.
My vision doesn’t even fully clear before Caleb unties the central line and positions himself between my legs.
“Can’t wait anymore,” he huffs, lining himself up with my opening. “You’re too fucking beautiful when you come for me.”
“Caleb,” I say again, this time pleadingly. “I need you.”
