"What is it?" I asked.
"Hold on." He let me go and rolled over, getting off the bed and going into one of his dresser drawers and rifling around.
When he came back, he had a long red rope in his hand. "What's this for?" I asked.
"Rope for Shabari," he said. "Have you ever done it?"
I shook my head, though I'd seen stuff about it when I was doing research, and I knew I marked it asinterestedin our contract.
"Don't get me wrong, a lot of times it's sexual and about intimacy, but it can also be comforting."
"It can?"
"Yeah. It's a mix of comforting pressure, the ability to let go, and trust in your partner, to name a few." He set the rope in my hand, as if passing off the decision. "If it's something you want to do, I'd love to show you."
I let my fingers run over the rope. It was softer than I expected, not the biting texture of normal rope. Almost as if it were made with cotton or something.
I passed the rope back. "I want to try."
He smiled. "Perfect. First, let's get rid of these," he said, gripping my t-shirt.
Marcus lifted the hem up and over my head, tossing it aside. He made quick work of everything else I had on until I was fully naked. I let him position me however he wanted, letting him adjust me to sitting on my knees facing him.
"This is a simple harness," he said, beginning to wrap the ropes around me. "Lift your arms a bit."
I did as he asked. He continued what he was doing, fully focused on tying me up. The rope started around the tops of my tits and wrapped down to frame me. He continued that way, going all the way down my middle, creating hugging ropes around my sides and a column of diamonds that ran down my center.
Marcus was so focused, his eyes having that same intensity they did when he was in the kitchen. Every knot was meticulously placed and tightened just enough to dig into my skin, but not so much that it was uncomfortable.
Each time he moved, he lightly brushed my skin. The teasing touch was enough to raise goosebumps along every inch of my skin.
He finished by tying it around the base of my back. "How does it feel?"
"Really nice." There was a certain comfort in being held in so many places like this. It's like my whole body relaxed, and I didn't even notice at first.
"Color?" he asked.
"Green."
"Good, want to keep going?"
"Yes, please."
He gripped my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. "Good girl."
I was thrown back onto the bed, my head hitting the pillows behind me. Marcus was quick to get on top of me, grabbing one of my hands and pulling it towards one of the bedposts. He tied my wrist with another rope and had me hooked to a metal loop I hadn't noticed was there.
He tilted over me to do the same, restricting both of my arms with ease.
"You look so perfect like this," he said.
A flush ran over my whole body. His hands started roaming me more sincerely. Teasing down my sides over the ropes. Whenever he pulled in one spot, the ropes would tighten everywhere else.
"You're so sexy, final girl," he said.
He started to palm my breasts, his fingers pulling at my nipples.
"More," I begged, wriggling against my restraints, but it was no use. I was tied solidly in place. His other hand continued to move along my skin. Every touch sending another tingle down my spine. Slick coated the insides of my thighs, begging to be touched.
