Page 71 of His Black Onyx

I pull her onto the bed, resisting the urge to push her down on the mattress in one brute push as I usually would. She's not like the girls I've had before. She's delicate and inexperienced, vulnerable and as scared as she may be intrigued. While she responds well—very well—to the rope on her skin, it's easy to tell that she's not used to a rough hand such as mine.

She's quivering when I help her to lie down, her back arched and her hard nipples protruding. I don't combat the tease this time, taking one of her nubs between two fingers. She mewls when I begin twisting and pinching, drawing even more delicious sounds from her when I slowly spread her legs.

"Bend."

I nudge her left leg to underline my command, and she bends it at the knee while I fetch another piece of rope.

I start by tying a single column tie around her ankle, pushing the bottom's shin to push her ankle as close to the lower thigh as possible. Then I begin spiraling the working ends up the leg, with the first wrap low on her thigh. Malia doesn't move, keeping her leg exactly where I put it while the rest of her body is frozen still. Her eyes are the only part that appears to be active, very active indeed. Her gaze is glued to what I'm doing to her, eyes wide and lips parted ever so slightly, just enough to make her erratic breaths audible.

I pass the final rope of the spiral over itself on the inside of her knee before I bring my finger through the triangle I just created, so I can pull the rope and pull underneath. With the other hand, I pinch where the ropes cross so they don't slide. This is a basic tie, one of the very first I ever learned, but it can easily become sloppy if not executed properly.

I take the working ends and bring them over the top rope before I continue under the left. I repeat this knot on each rope as I work my way down the spiral, including the bottom rope where I pass the working ends through the leg and around to the other side. I pull them on the outside of the leg to cinch tight, before I repeat the same process there, now working my way up the leg instead of down. Once I reach the top knot, I finish it off by bringing the working ends through the loop, so they reverse direction and down the leg again.

Her entire body is heaving under heavy breaths by the time I've completed the same process on her other leg. Immobilized and with her core exposed to me, she's lying on her back, her eyes locked on the ceiling above while tiny droplets of sweat are pearling at her temples.

"Have you ever been tied like this?" I ask, causing her to quiver more when I run my hand along the inside of her thigh, following the rope while gently caressing her soft skin in between.

She shakes her head. "No."

"Do you like it?"

No response. She just closes her eyes shut, pressing her lips together as if she was in pain.

"Onyx," I whisper, which she deigns with a furrow between her eyebrows.

"Answer me," I press. "Do you like this?"

Again, she remains quiet, refusing to admit what's so obvious to the eye.

"Fine," I say. "You don't have to tell me. I can find out for myself."

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