It’s about the most connected I ever feel with someone, temporary as it is. I experience so much satisfaction when I wind the ropes around a woman’s body, creating knots that aren’t merely functional, but beautiful.
She appears thoughtful for a moment. “So, you’re not necessarily into pain?”
“Only if it intensifies your pleasure.” I hold her gaze, needing her to understand before we continue. “What I want is for you to trust me to take care of you. To hand over full control to me, knowing that my one and only goal is your satisfaction and safety.”
Something flashes in her gaze. Excitement, maybe? Eagerness?
Desperation?
“And I need a safe word.”
“Yes, you do,” I nod. “If and when you use it, everything stops. Immediately. No questions. I will also have safety scissors within reach the entire time so I can free you quickly if need be. I promise, Sutton, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
She swallows. “I can use the safe word, and everything stops.”
“And you don’t need a reason to use it,” I add. “You don’t need to justify anything. You don’t need to feel embarrassed. Your comfort is the rule. Understand?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I step a little closer. “Pick one.”
Her brows knit. “Like… any word?”
“Any word you wouldn’t say by accident,” I explain. “Something that will clearly communicate to me that you want things to end.”
She bites her lip, thinking for a long moment. “Pirouette.”
I smile softly. “Good choice.”
Reaching past her, I select a cord of rope, a cotton-hemp blend that’s soft and holds knots well. It also leaves long-lasting marks without being painful or scratchy, so I’ll see the remnants of my work on her even after we finish here. That thought has heat burning through me, shooting straight to my cock. My marks on her.Mine.
It’s intoxicating.
She watches me, eyes gleaming with anticipation, tinged with a bit of nervousness. I reach my hand out to her. She gazes at it a moment before taking it and letting me lead her to the bed.
“Take your clothes off,” I order gently.
I step back and watch as she grabs the bottom of her sweater and slowly pulls it up and over her head, revealing her taut stomach and perfect, black lace-covered breasts. Fucking perfect. That’s all I can think as she continues to undress, undoing her jeans and sliding them down her long, slender legs.
Looking at her, it’s no surprise she was a dancer. Her body is lean and graceful, though she isn’t without curves. They’re more subtle than other women I know, but they’re soft and the fact that her breasts can fit perfectly into my hands without spilling over is rather satisfying.
Remembering the feel of my hands cupping her soft tits has me clenching the rope tighter, eager for her to strip off her bra.
“Keep going,” I tell her when she pauses.
Holding my gaze, she unclasps her bra and lets it fall to the floor. I stare at her breasts, so perfect and perky with their blush pink nipples and I clench my jaw as desire shoots through me and has my cock straining against my jeans. She slips her panties down her legs and kicks them away, then stands straight, her shoulders back, completely naked. Her cheeks are bright pink, but her gaze on me is unwavering.
“Climb on the bed.”
She does as she’s told, and I love how obedient she is. There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing. When she kneels on the edge of the mattress, I cup the side of her face and brush my thumb along her cheek.
“You’re such a good girl,” I murmur, noting how her breath stutters and her chin rises just a bit more at the praise. “Lie back for me.”
Her breathing grows heavy and she relaxes back onto the bed, putting herself on full display for me.
I set the rope next to her. “We’ll keep things simple this time. Easy positions. Simple knots. I want you to get a feel of what it’s like to be bound and get used to the sensations before we get too elaborate.”
“Yes, Sir,” she says, totally unprompted, and my cock hardens fully. Fuck, does she know what she’s doing to me?
