Page 64 of Heir of Draga

The silky rope was tied around her breasts, crisscrossing and knotted with such familiar expertise Nadyah shuddered as Roxy tied the intricate knots down her body. “My safe phrase is ‘Dea mi aita,’” Nadyah whispered, gasping as the rope framed her ass and parted her lower lips to be knotted to the front of the karada harness.

“Hm,” Roxy murmured, testing her knots with an expert eye and a gentle touch. “The goddess won’t be able to help you here, but I recognize your safe phrase and swear to honor it. Now, I’m going to restrain you.”

Nadyah felt her breathing quicken. “Yes, Mistress.” She wanted whatever Roxy had planned so badly she ached and clenched her thighs to try and ease the sensation.

Giving herself over to such a kind and caring dominant was euphoric and heady. Nadyah had no control and she relished handing it over to someone so capable and skilled.

“I’m going to do an arm binder first,” Roxy stated, grabbing more rope from the dresser. So much rope Nadyah’s heart began to race. “Then I’m going to frogtie your legs. Are there any painful areas I should know about?”

Her skills as courtesan allowed her to detect the desperate need Roxy hid so well, the fierce pleasure she took from tying those knots as Nadyah succumbed. But Roxy played the game well. She was the dominant in the bedroom, taking Nadyah’s needs into account first, not putting any pressure on her at all – all she wanted was for Nadyah to obey.

Nadyah kept her head down, shivering as she felt Roxy start the intricate arm binder, yanking Nadyah’s hands behind her back hard enough to tease, but not hurt. “No Mistress. I’ve been heavily trained in bondage. There is nothing I can’t do.”

The confession had the desired effect. Roxy’s sharp intake of breath, breaking her character made her – Nadyah, powerful. As the submissive she could still create an effect on her partner, show them how much she enjoyed how they cared for her.

Roxy tied her arms together at three points, a rather intricate arm binder that tied right above her elbows as well as the upper arm and wrists. It made it impossible to move her arms. Once that was finished Roxy gently arranged Nadyah so she lay on her chest with her head turned to the side, ass in the air.

Then she went to work on the frogtie around each thigh which allowed Roxy to close or part Nadyah’s thighs as she wished, but Nadyah couldn’t stand. She was completely at her mercy.

The sensation of Roxy’s gentle fingers against her skin and the silky rope was both soothing and arousing. The female knew what she was doing and her fingers flew with a practiced flair, rhythmic and sensual.

Nadyah’s eyes closed in easy pleasure, the tingling in her skin started to build higher and higher until it nearly roared with the buzz of anticipation.

Finally Roxy was finished and she walked around to the other side of the bed to inspect Nadyah. With a satisfied nod she lifted her up to a kneeling position, fingers checking all the knots, and then she pressed down on the clitoris knot and Nadyah gasped. The small knot in the rope right on her clit was such a different sensation – so erotic it made her desperate.

But Nadyah bit her tongue against the pleading words that wanted to escape her.

Roxy went back to the dresser and grabbed one of Nadyah’s favorites. She strapped on the thick dildo with confidence and practice. When she tightened the leather it was with a hard yank and Nadyah bit her lip hard enough to bruise. Roxy had gone for the vibrating one.

With sure hands she adjusted Nadyah until her ass was in the air, chest on the bed, and head to the side once more. A click and the vibrator started up. She couldn’t help the way her legs clenched, trying to ease the ache. Her wetness slid down her thighs and without warning Roxy’s tongue licked the cream, spreading Nadyah’s ass with her hands to get better access.

Nadyah groaned and managed to push back ever so slightly, putting pressure on her knot and she groaned again when it rubbed just the right way.

“Seems you’re already ready for me,” Roxy stated, voice thick with desire. She squeezed Nadyah’s ass, nails digging in just hard enough to sting. “You’re not allowed to come until I order it. Until then you have to take what I give you.”

Oh sweet goddess, this one tested her. Nadyah would need every ounce of training she’d had, every shred of her control to follow the command.

A loud smack and the sting on her ass registered a moment later. “Did you hear me?”

“Yes, Mistress. Only when you command.”

“Good girl,” Roxy murmured, tugging on the rope so it rubbed against her clit once more.

With a gentle push the head of the vibrating dildo pressed against Nadyah’s entrance. The feel of it was enough to set her off if she didn’t hold on hard to prevent it from happening. Roxy slid in farther and farther until she was full to the hilt. The entire dildo vibrated inside of her and she couldn’t help her moan, how she pushed against Roxy, and the way her back bowed pulling her up and off of the bed.

“Shh,” Roxy murmured, pushing her back down. “Just enjoy it.”

As Roxy worked the dildo inside Nadyah with her hips she felt her eyes flutter. Doms had always shocked her. The true dominants in the bedroom and out. They knew what those around them needed and then provided. They were much like a courtesan that way. Most around the dominant wanted to relinquish their control, trusting them completely.

Despite being unable to move, despite having to hold back while Roxy ravaged her, Nadyah trusted in her skill and judgement. Roxy knew what she needed, and she was going to give it to her whether she wanted her to or not.

Her fingers curled under the rope across Nadyah’s shoulders and she tugged as she started thrusting harder and harder. Nadyah was forced up and off the bed and the new position made the head of the dildo hit her g-spot just so.

She very nearly lost control then and there. Her entire body shuddered as she just barely held on, the knot rubbing against her clit with the new movement.

Roxy leaned forward, placing her lips against Nadyah’s ear. “Come for me,” she demanded, voice rough. “Right now.”

And cycles of training allowed Nadyah to release everything, letting the orgasm rip through her. She screamed and screamed and only her breathing allowed her to stay conscious as it finally subsided, but all the while Roxy slid slowly in and out of her, milking the release for as long as possible.

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