She lifted them, and he reached for the leftmost piece of rope on a nearby folding table.
Jute rope again, doubled around her torso. He built the chest harness with slow, deliberate wraps around her ribs and under her breasts, cinching just enough to lift and separate without cutting circulation.
She felt herself sinking almost immediately. The steady rhythm of his hands, the way he checked tension, the quiet focus in his breathing — it was hypnotic. Both Tuesday andher wolf settled deeper with every pass of the rope, content to let this man handle her.
Tuesday let her eyes drift half-closed, and she remembered why this was a bad idea. Why it was dangerous to let herself trust him. To let her wolf grow closer to him. This could never be more than a few scenes, but she was walking into it with her eyes wide open, fully informed, and choosing it anyway.
Because she wanted his ropes. She wanted his hands and his precise, unrelenting focus. She wanted to feel what it was like to be taken apart by someone her wolf actually respected andwantedto submit to.
She wasn’t pretending this was safe or smart, but she was standing still and letting him put her back into his ropes. Putting herself at his mercy, when he’d already proven to be merciless.
By the time he finished the upper body harness, she’d lost track of time and noted the clock on his side table was turned around so she couldn’t see it.
Her arms felt as if they weighed a hundred pounds each, but she kept them raised because he hadn’t told her to lower them.
He stepped in close, pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, and murmured, “Good girl. You’re doing beautifully.”
The praise slid through her like warm honey.
“Here’s a rule. Are you paying attention? Nod for me if you are.”
She nodded, and he told her, “No words. You can scream all you want, but if you speak even a single word, I’ll putstraight cinnamon oil on your tongue and clit. Nod that you understand.”
She nodded again, and he reached for a vibrating egg, lubed it generously, and pressed it past her outer muscles, seating it deep inside her with strong fingers. He clicked it on low, and her breath hitched at the steady pulse — enough to arouse but not enough to bring her to orgasm.
Her clitached, craving attention, but then she saw the butt plug. This one with a much wider neck than the one he’d used Friday.
As with the knots and the egg, he was perfunctory about inserting it. No romance, no easing it in — just lube, press, tug to make sure it’s properly seated, and then he flipped the switch.
Andthatfast, he had both holes filled and vibrating while her clit throbbed and pulsed without attention.
But then came the crotch rope, and damn, he took forever getting itexactlyright. She soon wished he’d left her clit alone, because the knot he tied right over the top of it was just… too much. As was the huge knot pressing into her vaginal opening, and a third nestled tight against her asshole, right where the plug base sat, and fat enough it spread her cheeks.
He pulled the rope snug, tight enough every small movement would grind those knots exactly where he wanted them. He checked the tension and then tightenedit a little more.
At some point he’d tied off her chest harness to the large hoop above, so she didn’t have to worry so much about standing and keeping her balance. The ropes had her.
While he’d worked, Tuesday’s breathing had slowed and deepened. Her mind felt soft around the edges, like she was drifting in warm water.
And now, with the constant low vibration in both holes, the pressure of the knots against her most sensitive places, the steady compression of the rope harness, it wasn’t hard to sink back into justbeingwhile he bent before her and started individually wrapping her legs, carefully placing every knot at every level.
When both legs were wrapped from groin to feet, he connected a rope from the hoop above to her chest harness, and then another from the hoop to her right ankle, and a third from her waist to the hoop.
And then shortened the two lower ropes until she was horizontal to the floor, both of her arms free, and shedesperatelyhoped he’d tie them up this time.
Three more ropes from the top hoop to various parts on her body, and her body was in an arch, her feet and head aimed down, her stomach at the top of the arch.
Arms still free and dangling. Heavy. She folded them over her stomach to relieve them and wished she could do something about the damned knots pressing into her clit and vaj.
And the egg and plug needed to either be turned up or off — the low hum was going to drive her crazy.
Knife moved to her head, but she was floating, so the earplugs going into her canals were a surprise.
As was the hood when he slid it over her scalp, plunging her into total darkness.
He fished her ponytail through the top before he tightened the leather around her skull. It enveloped her entire head all the way to her neck, front and back, with a strap he secured under her chin to keep it in place.
Then he worked the laces to tighten it, and she was swallowed by the pressure.
