Page 33 of Carnival Master

The vulnerability in her eyes makes my chest tight. No one’s ever treated her the way she deserves. But I’m going to change that.

“Let me show you,” I whisper against her lips. “Let me make you feel like the goddess you are.”

Her breath catches as my fingers trail down her neck, loosening the buttons of her silk robe. “Yes, Ty,” she breathes, emerald eyes darkened with desire.

“Say it again, baby girl,” I murmur. “Tell me you want me to worship you like a goddess.”

Her lips part. “I want it, Ty.”

I slip the robe off her shoulders, letting it cascade to the floor. She stands before me, naked and trembling with need.

“I want to show you something,” I whisper, stepping back to grab the coil of rope from my jacket pocket. “Something that will heighten your senses and make you feel better.”

I show her the deep burgundy rope that contrasts with her ivory skin. Her eyes widen as I approach, curiosity warring with apprehension.

“Trust me?” I ask softly.

She licks her lips, that resolute chin of hers lifting. “I do.”

I smile, tracing a finger down her cheek. “Close your eyes, then.”

She obeys, allowing me to guide her to the center of the room. The rope slides through my fingers like silk as I work, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She gasps as my hands skim over her skin, the rope slipping along her arms, her back, her tits.

This binding is an ancient art. Pressure points and strategic knots are designed to heighten her pleasure. Shibari is a delicate art that very few truly master.

“How do you feel?” I ask, my breath tickling her ear.

“Intoxicated,” she admits, a flush spreading across her bound chest. “The rope, your touch... It’s too much.”

“Not nearly enough.” My fingertips brush over her collarbone and the hollow of her throat. “I want to give you more, Sofia. Take you to places you’ve never been before.”

Her breath hitches as I reach the rope between her legs, securing it in a way that will heighten each sensation. “I’m going to make you fly, baby girl. Surrender to me, and I promise you won’t fall.”

She moans, her body arching toward mine. “Please, Tyson. Take me there. I need?—”

“Shh, baby.” I brush my thumbs over her nipples, rolling them gently. “You’ve held so much back, so much tension. Let me teach you to let go.”

Her eyelids flutter as I move back to appraise my handiwork. The rope accentuates her lush curves, highlighting each dip and swell. The art of Shibari transforms her into a living sculpture.

Stepping back, I admire her, my cock throbbing in my pants. I’m dying to plunge into her heat, but restraint is my game. I’m in no rush.

“Call me Master when we’re fucking, Sofia,” I command, letting the darkness in my voice fill the room. I want her to submit fully, to give herself over to my every desire. “Can you do that for me?”

Her chest rises and falls with each rapid breath as she submits to my authority. “Yes, Master.”

That single word is my undoing. I step forward, crushing my mouth to hers, and tightly grip her hair. She whimpers, the ropes pulling taut against her skin. The sound goes straight to my cock.

With one hand, I tear open my jeans, freeing my aching erection. I stroke myself, moaning at the first touch. “You’re fucking desperate for this, aren’t you?”

“Let me see you too, Master.” Her voice is timid but laced with desire. “I want to see all of you.”

I smirk, amusement curling in my gut. Such a simple request, but our power dynamics shift with every word acknowledging my dominance.

Slowly, teasingly, I peel off my shirt, tossing it aside. Iwatch her eyes trail over my chest, taking in my muscles and ink.

I kick off my boots and strip off my pants, keeping my eyes locked on hers. A thrill runs through me as I stand before her, fully exposed. Her bound body starkly contrasts my unrestrained one, a physical representation of the power I hold.

I hook my fingers under her bound arms and lift her from the floor. She’s so beautiful, her skin flushed, breath quickening as I carry her to the couch.

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