Page 29 of Deviant Obsession

"And do you?" Ethan challenges. "Find satisfaction in her pleasure?"

"More than I probably should," I admit quietly. “But you know me, I’ll always get my girl off plenty of times before I even whip my dick out. I’m not exactly what you’d callselfish.”

Ethan studies me for a long moment, then nods slowly. "Just remember what Dad always says… It's not about breaking them, it's about helping them break free."

"Jeez, you sound like you wanna be his carbon copy." But there's no real heat in my words. The weight of responsibility settles over my shoulders like a familiar cloak, grounding me even as it chafes.

"Someone has to keep you in line," he grumbles, but there's a hint of smile now. "Especially when you're deep in the game."

"Trust me," I say, cracking my neck. "This is one player I don’t intend to leave high and dry."

"Right… Speaking of playing," Ethan switches gears, pulling a folder from his desk. "The Shibari demonstration next month. Are we confirmed with Jade for the modeling?"

I barely hear him, my mind already drifting back to my new toy. The image of Rhea bound in intricate patterns floods my consciousness… Bright red rope against pale skin.

"Dean?" Ethan snaps his fingers. "Focus for just a second, will you?"

"Yeah, Jade's good to go." I drag my attention back to business, though the fantasy lingers. "Standard demonstration format—basic patterns building to advanced. Full suspension for the finale."

The bass from downstairs has shifted to something deeper now, slower, more primal. It matches the thrumming of my thoughts as I stand to examine the sketches laid out on Ethan's desk. Complex knot work and rope placement diagrams blur together as I imagine different patterns, different positions withher.

"We should showcase the chest harness variations," I say, tracing one pattern with my finger. "The aesthetic appeal draws them in, but it's the psychological element that hooks them."

"The vulnerability of it," Ethan agrees. "The trust required to let someone bind you so completely."

Trust.

The word echoes in my mind as I picture Rhea's defiant eyes. How long would it take to earn that level of surrender from her? To have her willingly offer herself up for my rope work, my knots, my ultimate control?

A Saint Andrew’s Cross is one thing…but full-body Shibari? Suspension even? That might take some convincing.

Then again, she was so eager…

"The lecture should cover the emotional impact too," I hear myself saying. "How the rope becomes an extension of the Dom's touch. Each knot a point of connection, each pattern a silent claim of ownership."

Ethan's knowing look tells me he sees right through my professional facade. "Thinking about a private demonstration already?"

"Maybe." I don't bother denying it. The image is too potent to ignore—Rhea suspended in my ropes, completely at my mercy. "The contrast would be...striking."

"You're getting that look again."

I ignore him, lost in the fantasy. I'd start slow, of course. Simple chest harness first, watching her breath quicken as each rope pulls tight. Then moving lower, binding her arms behind her back, leaving her completely exposed to my touch. The hemp would bite into her flesh just enough to leave marks, temporary brands of possession that she'd feel for days.

"Earth to Dean," Ethan interrupts my thoughts. "Should we discuss safety protocols for the demonstration?"

"I know you’ve got it covered for the Doms," I reply absently, still seeing Rhea in my mind's eye. "Jade will lay it all out for the subs before they let themselves get caught up in any dangerous knots."

"You're impossible when you're like this," Ethan sighs, but I barely hear him.

I move to the window again, staring out at the city lights while darker visions play in my mind. I'd take my time with her, savoring each small surrender. Every gasp, every tremor, every reluctant moan would be a victory. And when I finally suspended her completely, she’d be a work of art.

For my eyes only.

"I'm heading down to check on the club," Ethan announces, gathering his papers in manic frustration. "Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to find myownunicorn sub while you’re up here floating in cuckoo land. Doesn’t seem fair to let you have all the fun."

I don’t care that he’s bitter. The door clicks shut behind him, leaving me alone with my fantasies. The window’s glass is cool against my forehead as I close my eyes, letting the full force of desire wash over me. Soon enough, I'll have her bound and begging, those walls crumbling all over again under the weight of her own dark needs.

Soon enough, she'll learn to crave it just as much as I crave her submission.

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