Page 94 of Rope Me In

Kade ties another part of the rope, and after a minute, he drops the two long ends to the ground then moves to my back. I want to ask what he’s doing, but then he brushes the inside of my legs, and I gasp from the unexpected touch. He doesn’t stop his movement, reaching his hand through the space and grabbing the ropes. He draws them up as he stands to his full height, sliding them into the creases of my thighs. When he tugs sharply upward, a curse escapes my lips. My body feels as if it’s on fire and that just stoked the flame.

“Jesus, Presley,” Kade groans, his voice thick with desire. “You’re making a mess for me.” He drags a finger through the sticky arousal between my thighs to make a point, then he grinds the rough fabric of his jeans against my bare ass. I can feel his hot arousal pressing into me, and I automatically arch back, wanting to feel more of him.

He chuckles and clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth.

“Kade—”

His hand comes down on my ass, and I cry out.

“You’re a greedy girl,” he tuts. “Be patient. I’m almost done.”

Before I can whine like the greedy girl he’s claimed I am, I feel him tug again, and in the next minute, he’s looped the rope from my shoulders down to my wrists so I’m immobilized with my arms flat at my sides like I’m cocooned. The ropes aren’t tight enough that they’ll cause any damage or stop me from playing my fiddle tonight.

While I can walk, getting away without the use of my arms would be hard. This kind of situation may scare some, and I think if it were anyone but Kade, I’d be scared, too, but being at his mercy like this with no way out only gets me wetter.

Kade stands in front of me. “How do you feel?” He tests and tugs the ropes in various spots, making my skin burn in a delicious way I’ve never felt before, not even when he spanked me. When his palm gently squeezes my breast, I groan and lean into his touch. There are so many sensations going on in my body right now that I’m not sure how to feel.

“I—” I exhale a short breath. “I don’t know,” I tell him honestly.

Kade hums, his palms lightly skimming my tied arms. “Then let’s figure it out together.” He grasps my biceps and stares into my eyes with soft features. “Close your eyes for a moment.”

I do as he says, and then he turns my body so I’m facing the door wecame in earlier.

“I’m going to ask you to open your eyes, but first,” he says quietly against my ear, “take a few deep inhales for me, and concentrate on my hands, on the feeling of my rope hugging you.”

I nod, leaning into his strong body and this experience with him. I let him ground me as I pull in a long breath like I’m drawing from my calming inhaler. My body relaxes, and I focus on the new sensations of his ropes biting into my sensitive flesh and his hands on my arms. I feel the cool air of the room as it brushes against my overheated skin, notice how the small space is quiet except for our breathing. I hear a low whirring as the ceiling fan turns.

“Tell me.” Kade’s rumbling voice vibrates against my ear. “What does the rope feel like to you?”

My lips part to answer him just as he moves his palms lightly from my arms to my sides, caressing the rolls and slopes of my waist until his hands rest on the flare of my hips. With my breathing even and my focus on the ropes, I don’t flinch, I just feel. I rest my back against his muscled chest, and the corners of my lips turn up. “They feel like a hug, almost like a weighted blanket.”

Kade gently kisses the side of my head. “Good. And do they hurt?”

“A little, but not in a bad way. I like it.”

“Hmm, can you tell me why you like the pain?”

My brain rummages for an answer, but Kade stops my spiraling with a light pinch to my ass. I gasp and say the first thing I can think of. “Because it makes me feel. I become aware of my body in a way that helps me stop thinking so much. It’s like I’m just a physical form instead of always soaking in my thoughts, and—” A bit of fear stings in my gut, and I hold back what I was about to say.

“Presley,” Kade urges, his hand rubbing the place he’d pinched to soothe it. “Say what you were going to say. Don’t be afraid. I’m not judging you.”

“I like that you’re the one to cause it.” I exhale. “Because I know you’ll also be the one to take it away. I know I’m safe to just feel and let go—that I can finally be at home in my body.”

Kade is silent, and I know he said not to open my eyes, but I turn my head so I can look at him. When my lids open and adjust to the light, his lips are relaxed, and his hazel eyes are soft with an unreadable gleam in them. He grips my biceps and kisses my nose.

“Thank you for sharing that with me.” His words echo the night in the loft. “Now look forward.”

Curiosity kicks up in my belly, and I turn my head. Kade’s hands move to my hips, and my brain takes a second to make sense of what I’m seeing. My nude reflection stares back at me in a floor-length mirror that’s hanging on the back of the door. My heart pounds in my ears, and I suck in my stomach as I try to drop my gaze, but Kade steps in front of me, placing his finger under my chin.

“Don’t look away, Presley. There’s a reason I wanted you in front of this mirror. Lean into whatever you’re feeling and feel it, but do not close those beautiful eyes on me. Onyou.”

My arms tug against my bindings as I try to calm my racing heart.

“Do you think you can?”

I search Kade’s eyes, and they’re so full of care and adoration for me. I’ve never seen that kind of adoration from a person before—not even my own mother.

“Yes,” I finally nod, trusting him and the reason he’s put me in front of the mirror.