I reached for another tool, this time a soft feather. I let it dance across the ropes, teasing her skin beneath, tracing the lines of her body, the contrast between the rough texture of the jute and the lightness of the feather creating a symphony of sensations.
Her breath hitched again, a soft moan escaping her lips as I continued the exploration. I watched her closely, every quiver, every involuntary response feeding into the rhythm of our shared experience.
“Let it go,” I urged softly, still behind her. “Just be in this moment, with me.”
The feather glided over her abdomen, skimming the edges of the knots. I could feel her body arching slightly, seeking more contact, more friction. I could sense the delicate balance of control and desire warring within her, something I thrived on.
Then, I switched it up, replacing the feather with my fingertips, pressing deeper into the lines of rope. The warmth of my touch contrasted with the coolness of the air, igniting the sensitive skin underneath. With each caress, I sought to open her up, to draw forth the need that simmered beneath her composed exterior.
“Do you feel that?” I murmured, my voice low and steady. “Every moment, every touch, pulling you closer to the edge.”
She nodded slightly, her breath quickening, and I could see the glimmer of something raw in her eyes. I pressed forward, my fingers tracing the ropes, applying just enough pressure to remind her of her restraints while I explored the pathways of her pleasure.
“Let go of the need to hold back,” I encouraged, slipping my hand lower, teasing the line between restraint and release, the tension building like a coiled spring. “Just feel.”
Her body responded to my words, softening, surrendering to the sensations. I could see the moment she reached that tipping point, the way her breath stuttered, the way her muscles clenched and released in rhythm with the increasing pace of my touch.
“Just let it happen,” I breathed, as I pushed her toward the precipice. “I’m here with you. You’re safe.”
And then, in that sweet, dizzying moment, I allowed her to tip over the edge, the world collapsing into a brilliant burst of sensation. The ropes, the touches, the connection between us pulsed with life as she finally surrendered to the waves of pleasure.
Chapter 5
Polina
If art were a physical manifestation of every desire known and unknown in the human psyche, then I’d just become it. I understood how bondage worked. I enjoyed both the restrictions and the freedoms suspension provided. But I’d never fully appreciated the dance between the restraint of the ropes and the subtler manipulations that could be achieved with the lightest touch.
The man who had taken me to a new level of awareness, submission, and freedom was a master in every sense of the word. He worked me like he’d created me and that thoughtwas terrifying. How could he know all the places that needed unlocking and get so close to laying me bare?
Not physically, undressing before the growing crowd had been easy and done with a practiced grace, one I’d developed for my very public life. Milan runways and mirrors in my extensive walk in closet, had given me all that was needed to enter a room and own it. Not because I wished to be the center of attention but to have the armor firmly in place against a world where every move I made was examined and judged.
He had lifted my carefully concealed cover and examined me in ways that held no judgment, no remorse for his surprise partner for the evening. There was no overt claim in his touch. No possessiveness. Nothing I could point to and name. Yet with every brush of his fingers, something between us had shifted.
His words belied his tone, he enjoyed the control yes, but controlling me set him off. And, in and as much as I’d enjoyed letting go, giving myself over to him created an itch so deep within, I wasn’t sure a hundred scratches would satisfy it.
My tip off the orgasm edge into a pool of delirium had been the best I’d ever had. My appetite could be insatiable when I was partnered with someone hungry and gifted in delivering the O’s, but not this time. Hours had passed and the need coursing through me had been extinguished, satiated, leaving me full and relaxed.
I’d been able to process during the untying of the ropes but as Loki scooped me up, I was viscerally aware of that magnetic pull between us. A connection that scared me. He must feel it too. Which meant he was probably already putting distance between us. I abhorred the idea of being blown off and made the decision right there and then to make sure I was the one doing the blowing. I had to. I couldn’t fathom potential play dates, or mind boggling sex for us in the future, as my ability to get away and live my life was tenuous at best. If there were an opportunity,I would want to. See him, feel him, again. A risk that seemed unlikely given my circumstances, but holding this unexpected gift in my memory was something no one but me had access to or could take from me. Loki would be fodder for nights when I was left to my own devices. This thought curbed the turmoil in my veins and the thumping of my heart.
I felt him flinch, an almost imperceptible movement. “Are you overthinking, Hecate? Or just admiring my firm grasp.”
A slight blush, one he couldn’t witness, gently burned my cheeks. We entered the aftercare space and he gently placed me on a luxurious couch. A dungeon monitor passed him a blanket and a bottle of water. This was my cue. I stood, albeit a bit unsteadily, but quickly found my balance.
“Thank you for a lovely scene, Master Loki, but”—I glanced at my wrist to an imaginary watch—“this goddess needs to get home before she gets turned into a pumpkin. A mix of stories and possibly metaphors, I realize, but you get the picture.” Before he could reply, I turned on my heel with the intention of leaving as quickly as possible but not making it appear so.
“Now, now, lovely Hecate.”
I was scooped back into his arms and had to admit, I fit there far too well.
“You may have a curfew, for lack of a better word, but I have my protocol. You wouldn’t deny me my rightful role in our get-together this evening, would you?” He arched a single brow as if daring me to challenge him.
I gazed at those nearby to see if there were any witnesses. To my annoyance, we were popular and more than a few heads had turned our way. Inwardly, I sighed; outwardly, I smiled seductively. “Albeit for a goddess to break the ego so easily of the mighty trickster.” He placed me on my feet.
“So, you’ll stay?”
“No. I was simply stating that I’m sure you have others…partners whom you can amuse yourself with.“ His eyes darkened although his expression didn’t alter in the slightest. Still, I’d gotten to him which had been my plan. Maybe now he would see that keeping me here was a mistake.
A grin tugged at the corner of his lips, giving him a mischievous appearance, one that matched his club name perfectly. “I’ll make it worth your while, Hecate. Surely such a gracious goddess as yourself will give your humble servant this evening a few more minutes of her time.”
