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Laura did as he suggested. As she washed her hands, she looked in the mirror. What a strange, wonderful world she’d stumbled into.

The warmth of having a man who anticipated her needs and desires enveloped her, creating a buoyant sensation that filled her chest. Her heart quickened its pace in response, while a vibrant energy coursed through her, heightening her senses and leaving her breathless with anticipation. She was beginning to understand what the Master/slave dynamic gave Lincoln.

The blood drained from her face at the thought, leaving her face cold and pale in the mirror. She couldn’tlet a man take over as Jake had done. She splashed some cold water over her wrists and took a few steadying breaths.

Okay, she’d enjoy her relationship with James, but she would stay independent.

After another fortifying breath, she pulled back her shoulders and walked out of the bathroom.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

In the dimly lit hallway, James leaned casually against the wall, his eyes fixed on the bathroom door. The anticipation coursed through his veins as he watched her graceful figure emerge, a soft glow emanating from her. His gaze locked onto her, tracing every movement as she approached, her presence captivating him with an alluring aura.

From her posture, it seemed Laura had decided to put some distance between the two of them. Frustration gripped his gut, and his jaw tensed. Every time he believed they were making progress, she shut him out or pulled away. The weight of unmet expectations settled on his shoulders, stirring a restless energy within him. Folding his arms in front of his chest, he struggled to contain the exasperation that simmered just beneath the surface.

He loved being with her – their chemistry was undeniable – but James wanted all of her. In his mind, he formed a plan. First on his agenda was attending the workshop. Later, in private, he was determined to breakdown this final barrier – and he was convinced thiswasthe last one.

James took a deep breath and swung an arm around Laura’s shoulder.

In the center space of the main room, a stocky man with his long hair in a ponytail stood clutching a bundle of rope. He introduced himself as J.D. and began the workshop.

James, a regular attendee of these workshops, found himself drawn to the educational atmosphere and the opportunity to expand his knowledge of bondage. Despite his proficiency in the subject, he approached each workshop with an open mind, eager to learn something new.

With a confident presence, J.D. guided them through the intricacies of different rope types, discussing the potential drawbacks such as burning or chafing, as well as the importance of proper cleaning. After the education on rope, J.D. demonstrated various knots, explaining their uses, and highlighting key pressure points. He emphasized the need for attentiveness, sharing warning signs to watch out for during rope play.

As J.D. delved into the intricacies of rope techniques, James’s attention remained divided between absorbing the information and observing Laura. With a keen eye, he monitored her body language, attuned to the subtle cues that revealed her level of arousal or any signs of distress. It was important to James that their exploration of BDSM was always a consensual and pleasurable experience for both of them.

The moment arrived when J.D. announced it was time for the attendees to put their newfound knowledge into practice. Excitement tingled through the air as participants scattered throughout the room, finding partnersor setting up their own stations. James’s anticipation surged, a thrill coursing through him at the prospect of exploring and experimenting with Laura. With a confident yet gentle touch, he guided her to a secluded corner, their own intimate space within the workshop’s bustling energy.

Under J.D.’s expert guidance, Laura felt a mix of anticipation and vulnerability as James began to bind her with the ropes. She watched his hands move with precision and purpose, marveling at his skill and the way he seamlessly incorporated the art of bondage into their intimate exploration.

To Laura’s immense relief, she got to keep her clothes on.

As James carefully maneuvered the ropes around her body, Laura's senses heightened, acutely aware of each touch and sensation. She surrendered herself to the experience, trusting James to navigate the intricate patterns that would envelop her. With each gentle tug and strategic placement, a web of ropes took shape, creating a beautiful tapestry that symbolized their connection.

Laura discovered she found the bondage comforting. The tugging and weaving James was doing lulled her into a dreamlike state.

As the bindings secured her limbs, Laura felt a subtle shift in her mindset. The ropes, once seen as a symbol of vulnerability, now became a source of empowerment. She surrendered control to James, finding solace in the trust they had built. With each knot he tied, Laura's arousalgrew, her body responding to the unique blend of restriction and freedom.

In this intimate moment of bondage, Laura found herself immersed in a dance of sensation and trust. She marveled at James' attentiveness, his keen eye for her body's cues, and his ability to create an experience that pushed their boundaries while keeping them safe. As the ropes encompassed her, Laura discovered a newfound freedom, a liberation that existed within the embrace of their shared desires.

She wasn’t aware when James undid the bindings and thanked J.D. for the lesson.

As James effortlessly lifted her into his arms, a wave of tranquility washed over Laura. Nestling herself against his strong frame, she surrendered to the comfort of his embrace. The world around her seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of his body and the rhythmic beat of his heart.

In his arms, she found solace, a sanctuary from the worries and fears that plagued her mind. Every step he took resonated with a sense of security, as if he held the power to ward off any harm that dared to approach. With each gentle sway of his movements, she felt a deep trust envelop her, a belief that he would shield her from pain and shield her from the shadows that lurked in the corners of her thoughts.

As he moved her through the club, Laura let go of all her cares and concerns. She allowed herself to be carried, both physically and emotionally, knowing that in James' embrace, she was shielded from the uncertainties of the world. There, in the sanctuary of his arms, she found a respite from the chaos, a haven where fear and pain could not penetrate.

Wrapped in his protective hold, Laura drifted into a state of serenity, her worries melting away. She closed her eyes, breathing in his presence and finding peace in the knowledge that she was cherished, cherished enough to be carried with such tender care. In that moment, there was no room for fear or doubt, only the blissful contentment of being held by the one who had become her guardian, her protector, and her solace.

When Laura became aware of her surroundings again, she didn’t know how much time had passed. It was relatively quiet in the club.Enslave meby Sara Noxx played in the background.

She blinked and realized she was on James’s lap. He was sitting down beside the open floor space in one of the chairs. Several people were scattered around and focused on something in the middle of the room. Laura looked in the same direction, where Julie was hanging from the ceiling, totally still with a completely relaxed expression on her face.

Laura turned her attention to Mitch. He wasn’t a particularly good-looking man and until now he hadn’t held any appeal for Laura. But the way he was looking now – completely in control of the space, the scene, and the woman in front of him – he was devastatingly handsome.

James pressed a kiss to her head and handed her a bottle of water. “You’re back with us. How do you feel?”

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