Page 7 of Bound in the Dark

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These thoughts were pointless. Diana had chosen to do this and she would not allow fear to cripple her. Giving her trust to the man slowly wrapping her in rope was something she had decided. Second guessing herself wouldn't do anything but cause unnecessary worry. He was a well-trained Marine and his two friends, who were somewhere else in the club, were Rangers. If someone tried to hurt her, she needed to believe they could handle it.

“What is your count?”

“137, Sir.”

She felt Master H start binding the rope around her arms and something inside her relaxed. It made no sense since he was finally restricting her movements. But it was like a comforting armor protecting her from her own worries. As if removing the choice of defending herself she was now safe to stop thinking about it.

Was this what the articles referred to when they mentioned the safety and comfort found in ropes? It wasn't a physical sensation, more a mental one where the more restricted you were the more comfortable you could become with not doing for yourself. Everything except for her counting and the brushes against her skin lost importance.

“Now for the fun part, beautiful. What’s your number?”

“276, Sir.” She hadn’t noticed the number getting so high. Time was slipping away from her. There was a tugging at the ropes around her chest and hips. He had her breasts bound in a harness that was snug but not painful in any way.

“I've got you. I want you to lean forward and trust me.”

Strong hands gripped her shoulders. She tilted forward till the rope held her from going any further. The hands left her shoulders. Her breath caught in her chest as, with a jerk, her hips lifted and she lost all contact with the ground. Stomach dipping she gave out a little squeak as she attempted to stretch her legs down to reach with her toes and instead started to swing.

Master H’s chuckle made her want to glare at him but that was impossible with the blindfold. A second jerk and the tension brought her thighs up. She floated like superman in the air except her arms were bound behind her. She had been suspended before by her wrists but that hadn’t been for fun. That had been a torture with her weight biting and the ropes painful.

317…318

Whatever he had done spread out her weight so it didn’t hurt at all. In fact, it was almost comfortable. She forced away bad memories and let her mind settle. It was actually very peaceful. With all the rope surrounding her, it was like being face down in a hammock.

Master H’s hands ran down the length of her body from her shoulders to feet. She felt ropes slipping in between her skin and the ropes at her ankles. Slowly her feet were pulled up until she hung in a cradle position. The only things that could move now on her body were her knees and head.

For long heartbeats she gently rocked in the position. Her breasts hung down and she could almost feel the blood flowing into them. As she relaxed her excitement grew. The air between her legs tickled and made her aware of how open she was. Master H could reach every part of her now and there was nothing she could do.

Tiny pricks of pain across her shoulder blades jolted her out of her daze. It continued down her back and across her ass. The object he was using on her was metal and sharp, it had to be the Wartenberg wheel. It wasn’t really pain, more a shock that woke up every nerve the device passed over. As he circled her body she could feel the heat from his body like an aura.

"What's your count?" His voice was so sexy she wanted to find a way to wrap it around her.

"Mmh. 354, Sir."

Pleasure shot through her as he tweaked her nipple. As if the tweak was a starting bell, his assault on her body began. Soft fur then a slap, bite then a kiss. One sensation ran into the next, never pausing to let her settle.

He played with every part of her like she was an instrument he knew well. Her excitement built and she couldn’t control her breathing anymore. It was like her pussy came alive with an aching need. She was empty and wanted to be filled. Diana tossed her head, more turned on than she had ever been in her life.

Her brain struggled to try to find a pattern in what he was doing, but it was impossible. Warmth covered one of her nipples and she cried out, almost losing her count as she felt him sucking on her nipple with hard pressure and an edge of teeth. Men had played with her breasts before but nothing like this with them bound in some sort of harness, it was like her breasts were alive and pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

429...430

He switched between her nipples and excitement built deep in her core. She wanted to see him, wanted to know what was going on. His fingers slipped between the folds of her pussy. “Oh please, yes,” she moaned, surprised by her own begging words. Lightning raced up her spine as he brushed over her clit. How could something so simple feel so good?

443...439… wait no...444

Pain seared through her nipple as metal bit down and she screamed. It morphed into heat as he continued to rub her clit. Tension gripped her as something built deep inside her. She barely held back her scream as her second nipple was clamped.

“Don’t hide your sounds from me, Luna.”

He pulled down on the clamps and she screamed for him. A burning pleasure ripped through her and all she could do was feel. She threw her head side to side as he slapped her clit making the pressure inside her grow even more. Tugging and slapping in some rhythm she couldn’t understand. Her clit throbbed and she was more aware of it than she had ever been before. The beat of her clit didn't match the pulse in her nipples which didn't match her heartbeat.

Her thoughts shattered like a crystal chalice dropped on stone. She was so close to something big that nothing else mattered but feeling.

"Master!" she cried out, overwhelmed by the conflicting sensations her body was giving.

"What's your count?"

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