Page 23 of Savage Game
She curled her arms around his waist and tipped her head to look at him. “With my life, Sir.”
He threw back his head and bellowed a laugh. “That might be excessive, Kittycat.”
Wrenching her stare from the devastating man in front of her, she moved her gaze over the suspension rig before her attention shifted to the piles of rope on the floor. He reached for a bundle, and with one tug on the knot it uncoiled, falling to the floor, leaving him holding the folded half.
He pressed his chest against her back, and she leaned against him. “You must know that I have EMT shears here, so if something hurts or bothers you, I’ll have you down in no time. Okay?”
She reached her arm up, curled her hand behind his neck, and stared up at him. “I love how careful and considerate you are.”
He pressed their cheeks together. “I’m serious. I can only adjust something if you tell me. Don’t hold out on me. I will be touching you a lot. That’s not because I’m a pervert.” He sucked her earlobe in his mouth, and she could swear she felt the pull on her clit. “Well, okay, not just because I’m a pervert, and I like to run my hands all over your body.” He paused to emphasize this wasn’t a joking matter to him. “My main objective is to check your skin temperature and make sure I’m not causing you harm.”
“Oh, okay.”
He ran his hands along her arms, trailing the rope over her skin. The smoothness surprised her. Tightening his hold on her arms, he brought her hands behind her back. With stunning competence, he tied her arms together and looped the end of the line over the bamboo hanging from the ceiling. Sensually running his hands over her shoulders, he circled her and tied the end of the rope around her wrists.
“Tug on the bindings.”
She did. Although she had some freedom to move, he’d tied her securely.
“Still all right?”
“Yes.” She considered her answer for a moment. “Yes, I am.”
He wound another rope around her torso, around her ribs, above and under her breasts, and around her again. The harness lifted and compressed her breasts. The ropes hugged and held her like they were an extension of his arms. She relaxed as more rope circled her body and sensitized her skin.
He stroked her hair and whispered, “You’re lovely in my ropes,” in her ear. Her head lulled back against his shoulder. In a soothing glide, his hands roamed over her, testing the bindings and assessing her skin.
So competent, so careful… love him…
She drifted on endorphins, her mind more at peace than she’d ever remembered being, but her awareness of her body heightened. With her eyes closed in utter bliss, all her other senses were engaged. The touch of the ropes and the strokes of his hands on her skin were comforting and erotic. He smelled of fresh cologne and virile male. The rushing of the flames in the hearth, the scraping of the rope over her skin, and the rustling of his silken pants as he moved around her, caressed her ears in comforting waves. Her breathing slowed and synchronized with his, without her even trying.
“Look at you, utterly in rope space, aren’t you?” He pressed a kiss to the curve of her shoulder, and the tender gesture shot a shiver of pleasure down her spine. “Cold?”
What?
“Hmm? No.” Sluggishly she moved her head from side to side. “No, I’m fine.” She opened her eyes and turned her head so she could see his face. She smiled at him.
He kissed her temple, and with his hands curled around her biceps created some distance between their bodies. A disappointed sound between a whine and a grunt left her throat.
Master picked up a new piece of rope and chuckled. “Just need some material and a bit of space to work.” He knotted it at her back and looped the end over the stick hanging from the ceiling.
Sitting on his heels beside her left leg, Master caressed her calf and lingered on the sensitive spot behind her knee and on the curve below her buttock. She could swear her entire body turned into a furnace and every touch dialed up the fire. Following his hands, he trailed kisses from her knee to her thigh and looped the rope twice around her upper leg, about a hand’s width above the knee. The end went over the bamboo as well. He pulled her leg up high in the air and made her balance on her right leg like a ballerina performing an arabesque.
“Are we still okay, Kittycat?”
“Absolutely, Sir.” There wasn’t a moment of hesitation or an ounce of doubt in her mind. She was safe and cared for by a marvelous man and a wonderful Master. He pulled her leg even higher, but she wasn’t scared at all.
After fetching more rope, he secured her other leg in the same fashion he had her left and tossed the end over the stick. He pulled, and with the support of his other hand under her right leg, he lifted her in the air.
Her stomach dipped and she tensed for a moment before she settled. The ropes would hold her. She let out a contented hum.
He cradled her face in his hands. “Open your eyes.”
Huh?
“Open. Your. Eyes.”
The command in his voice made her eyes pop open. and she met his stare. “How are you doing?”
