Page 58 of Betrayed

“Bingo!” he said, using the American vernacular. He slid his thumb under the flap and dumped the contents into his palm. It was a jump drive.

He returned the contents and closed the safe before retracing his steps. As he rounded the foot of her bed, his boot brushed against something. Looking down, he spied her cashmere slippers sticking out from under the bed. He stared at them a moment, remembering how she’d called his name as he surged into her from behind after her spanking.

If she couldn’t forgive his deceit, it was a memory that might have to sustain him for a lifetime. Half in love with her already, the thought was like a tight fist squeezing his heart. Not caring who saw him and what they might think, he bent, scooped them up, and dropped them in his bag.

Almost two hours later, back in Galveston, he lifted the covers and slid into bed behind her. In her sleep, she rolled over, moving closer, seeking him out as she pressed her warm, soft curves into his hard body. He draped an arm around her waist, his hand curling around one perfect ass cheek, as he pulled her in deeper. Feeling every gentle bend and soft arch of her body, from the roundness of her breasts to the supple cushion of her thighs, he buried his face in her hair and inhaled slowly as he closed his eyes.

He refused to give up hope that when the dust from this clusterfuck situation cleared, he would still be welcome in her bed, her arms, and her life.

* * *

SATURDAY PASSED MUCHtoo quickly. Jonas and Lexie were gracious hosts, showing them a good time, while giving them plenty of privacy as well. As newlyweds, they were also happy for time to themselves.

She and Arturo walked hand in hand for miles in the surf, swam in the warm water, and as promised, he slicked liberal amounts of sunscreen all over her body, sneaking some into parts that would never see the light of day. Mari didn’t care considering, aside from a few people walking in the waves, the beach was practically empty.

On Saturday night, after Jonas once again manned the grill, blackened snapper this time, and a shared bottle of excellent wine, Jonas convinced Mari to try Shibari.

“I’ll show you and your dom a simple breast tie. Nothing scary.”

“With my clothes on?” she asked shyly.

“I think not,” Arturo replied with a grin. “If we do this, we do it right. Strip.”

She glanced hesitantly at Jonas and then Lexie. Her friend stood up and started taking off her own clothes. “How about if we do it together, like we do in class?” she suggested. “I don’t notice at all anymore. Jonas has strung me up so many times in front of audiences, I barely know they’re there.”

“That’s because you fly in the ropes,dorei.”

She grinned up at her husband and whispered, “I fly only inyourropes,sensei.”

He kissed her, his mouth swooping down to claim hers as he crushed her body to his. The love they shared was palpable. When he lifted his head, he had to help her with her buttons her fingers were trembling so. Once she had stripped bare, they looked over at their guests expectantly. Jonas’ expression was purely professional with Lexie’s still muddled from her husband’s kiss.

“Safewords are honored here as they are at the club. But I suspect you will enjoy this, and they won’t be necessary.”

“Mari,” Lexie called softly. “it’s funny, but it’s freeing being bound. Jonas’ ropes are like an extension of him. When he binds me, I can let go, let him take the reins and guide me. All I have to do is relax, enjoy, and feel his love surround me, if that makes sense.”

“It does, kind of,” she replied with a tentative smile.

“Best of all,” she added with a wink. “It’s flippin’ hot!”

Jonas chuckled, squeezing her with genuine affection as he kissed her temple. His eyes came back to Mari, twinkling with excitement, the joy he found in sharing his craft with others obvious. That, more than anything else, convinced her.

“What do you say?” their teacher for the night prompted.

“Yes.” She nodded, turning to Arturo. “I’d like to try.”

In moments, with his help, she was as naked as Lexie. From then on, Mari had to only remain still beneath Arturo’s hands as he fashioned a bra-like harness out of hemp rope first. Added to that was a wrist tie binding her hands in the middle of her back. And finally, a crotch rope, which Jonas called “the cherry.”

“One knot or three?” he asked Arturo.

“Three, of course,” her dom replied without a second’s hesitation.

Jonas showed him how to measure and knot the rope at specific locations. When properly placed, one abraded her clit, her center hole, and the last rode between the cheeks of her bottom, stimulating the delicate puckered flesh of her rear hole with every breath she took.

“So beautiful,” Arturo murmured as he ran his hands over her bound body, lingering on her breasts that swelled full and high while lightly compressed in the rope bra, the slight constriction causing her nipples to remain taut.

Like a moth to a flame, his fingers keyed in on the hard peaks and pinched them until she was moaning and breathing fast. He moved on at that point, brushing the backs of his fingers down her trembling belly to her hips where he hooked two fingers beneath the rope there and pulled with a steady pressure. The knots slid over and pressed into her already sensitized flesh, and her knees went weak.

He caught her against him. To Jonas, who was busy tying Lexie’s legs, he said, “I need to find a flat surface and my bag.”

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