Page 87 of Stay Wild Darlin’

She raised them without question.

I took the final rope, wrapped her wrists together, then secured the line to the top point of the rig. Her hands were suspended above her head, her whole body bowed forward.

She hung there, breath shallow, lips parted, skin glowing.

I stood there for a second and took her in.

“I’ve never done this with anyone.” I stepped closer.

“You have all this set up though?”

“Always a fantasy.”

She tilted her head, her body swaying gently in the ropes, a small smile ghosting across her lips like she knew.

“Show me,” she whispered. “What you’ve been holding back.”

I stepped in close, gripping the rope at her hips, and leaned in until my mouth brushed her ear.

“You sure you want all that, darlin’?”

“Yes.”

Her answer was immediate.

One hand still gripping the rope at her waist, I slid the other up her bare stomach until my thumb brushed the underside of her breast.

“Pull on the restraints. Go on. Test it.”

She moved, arms flexing overhead, wrists tugging gently against the suspension point.

The rig held steady. The lines across her chest stayed exactly where I’d placed them, the strap between her thighs snug but fixed, designed not to cinch.

“Good,” I murmured, watching her face more than her body. “Nothing should shift when you move. If anything bites, pulls, or changes pressure, you tell me, and I drop you.”

She swallowed and nodded, breathing a little faster as she rolled her shoulders, testing again.

“That feel okay?” I asked, circling slowly, fingertips skimming the rope at her waist—checking the lay, the contact points, the way her skin flushed.

“Yeah,” she breathed.

“Good,” I said again, softer this time. “That’s what I want.”

I paused in front of her, eyes sweeping every inch—her thighs trembling, nipples tight against the ropes, her whole body humming with tension and trust.

“I want this to be good for you too, darlin’. I want it to give as much as it takes.”

Her breath caught.

“I’ll give the instructions,” I said, stepping even closer, the heat of her body brushing mine now. “You tell the rope what you need. You move, you feel. I’m here to guide you through it.”

Her eyes fluttered shut. A moan slipped past her lips as she pulled again—wrists flexing, hips tilting. The pressure increased as the rope dragged between her legs.

I still hadn’t touched her the way I planned to.

Not yet.

“Tell me what you want,” I said as I traced the line of rope at her waist. I eased her into it, letting her breathe, letting her call the first shot.