Page 68 of Love, Lies, and Celtic Knots

“Jos?”

“Mmm?”

“Talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I need to feel you. You, Brennen. Not the rope. Hold me. Bind me with your arms.”

He wraps his arms around my chest firmly but not squeezing. I feel his lips on my neck, and I turn my head slightly, silently begging him to nuzzle there. He teases with little nips, then applies soft kisses to the same spot. A warm, slow burn starts building in my sensitive area, spreading upward to my breasts. We’ve barely begun, and already I’m feeling the transition from self-care to experiencing intense pleasure and an intimate connection. It’s never been about that before.

Because it wasn’t Brennen tying me before.

I wonder if he feels the same way I do? Is this what he expected to happen today?

“Brennen?”

“Yes?”

“Do you feel me?”

“Yes, Jos. I feel you.”

“I need to see you.”

He turns my body around to face him.

“Tell me what you want, baby. It’s my responsibility to take care of you.” I raise my bound wrists to caress his face. My fingers still have the ability to move. I use them to trace his lips. I brush my fingers against his checks, relishing in the roughness of the stubble. I trace an eyebrow and look deeply into his eyes, wanting to fall into them.

“I want to watch you work. Use my body as your canvas to create a work of art. Use me to get what you need from the ropes. Trust me to give you what you need.”

He lowers his lips to mine and kisses me so tenderly, tears well up in my eyes. I don’t know what I expected for our first session, but already it’s been more than I could have dreamed of.

“Lie down and stretch out. Place your arms above your head, Legs spread. I need your entire body to work with.Relax. Let it all go.”

I do as he asks without hesitation. I want to please him, bring him the joy that he’s bringing me.

Brennen takes a long length of rope and begins tying me, spinning a design as intricate as a spider’s web. He periodically strokes my skin and always checks each knot to make sure it’s not too tight. As he works, I watch his face and the movement of his muscles, taking pleasure in his facial expressions and the grunts and moans of satisfaction he releases as he works his craft. When he binds my breasts, framing around my bra, my nipples harden, and I shiver in satisfaction.

“Are you cold? I can adjust the temperature.”

“No, everything’s perfect.”

As my pleasure amps up, I close my eyes, unable to watch him any longer as I focus on my own feelings. My body starts to float, even though I’m lying on the bed, rather than being suspended in the air.

When Brennen finishes his design, he caresses the ropes and my bare skin as if putting the finishing touches on a painting. I open my eyes when I feel the loss of his touch. He then moves away from the bed and stands back, admiring his work. He looks like a Greek god, his torso glowing with sweat, his lean muscular frame subtly showing his strength.

“You’re beautiful, Jos. I don’t have the words to express what a vision you are. Having you here in my ropes, bound by me, is the greatest gift. Thank you.”

His praise washes over me, infusing my body with warmth.

“Are you ready to be released? I want to gradually untie you, savoring every minute.”

Not yet. I want to savor the feeling for a little longer. “Brennen? Would you take some pictures first? So I can remember this moment?”

He retrieves his phone and snaps several photos, then begins a methodical process of untying me. As he removes the ropes, he stops to rub and soothe any red spot or imprint he sees on my skin. Finally, the only bindings remaining are on my wrists and hair. Our session concludes as he glides his hand across my scalp, then slides the rope down from the top knot. When the rope is released, he fluffs out my hair and pulls it forward to frame my face. His eyes meet mine, silently commanding me to offer my bound wrists to him. He presses a kiss to each wrist before removing the ties.

Chapter 10

Brennen

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