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“I like being a good girl for you.”

“I know you do. You do such a good job at it.”

I lifted the blindfold and fit it around her eyes, pulling the silk back behind her head. I knotted it quickly, giving it a firm tug to ensure that it was in place. Her body went very still, adjusting to her vision being taken.

“What are you going to do to me?” she whispered.

“You'll know soon enough.”

It was an ominous answer, but the part of kink I enjoyed most was the psychological aspect. I wanted her to be on edge. I wanted her to be wondering what I was going to do to her next.

Would it be pleasurable? Or would it be painful?

Guessing was part of the fun.

I'd spent hours planning the scene. Deciding exactly what I wanted to do to her in these moments—these precious fucking moments that I got to dominate one of the most powerful women I’d ever met in my entire life.

Her trust was a gift.

I left her standing there as I did one more check of the suspension rig. The cushioned tiles were down in case something went wrong and she fell, but that wouldn’t happen. I double-checked my safety shears again, all of the carabiners, and then grabbed another fifty feet of rope.

Pepper tensed as I crept up behind her, reaching around and grabbing her wrists. I lifted them above her head, leaving them there.

“You will stay like this.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I want you to talk to me while I tie you up,” I said. “I want to know how everything is making you feel as I do it to you.”

“I can do that.”

She swallowed hard, her breath hitching as I attached the double-column tie around her wrist to a carabiner, suspending them in the air. It was just high enough to keep her on her tiptoes.

“Talk to me, baby girl.”

“I feel… I feel powerless, but I also feel powerful. I know you're in control, but I trust you. I know you're going to do things to me that may hurt, but I want your pain. I want your marks. I want everything. I'm excited. I'm nervous. A little scared. And I'mreallyturned on.”

Her words were a waterfall while I continued to work. I smiled to myself. I could listen to Pepper talk about anything all day forever.

“You make me feel special,” she continued. “You make me feel cared for. And you make me feel heard.”

“You make me happy.” I pinched one of the bruises, drawing a squeal from her.

She yanked against the ropes, but she wasn't going anywhere. Not for a long, long time.

“Remember everything you've just said when you're sobbing my name.”

I reached for her thigh, slowly lifting her right leg to a ninety-degree angle. Using the rope, I created column ties, bringing the ends up to her wrist. I took my time, making sure every knot was secure, that none of it was applying pressure to a spot on her body that could actually create damage. As much as I loved Shibari, I always worried about something going wrong. That worry wouldn't go away, which was also why I needed her to continue to communicate.

“Is anything pinching?” I asked. “Is anything feeling numb?”

“There’s an intense pressure where the rope is, but no numbness. No pinching. The rope makes me feel safe.”

“Thank you for telling me, sweet girl,” I praised, giving her hair a gentle tug. I kissed the side of her neck before kneeling down behind her.

More rope. Always more rope. I used it to make a tie around her thigh and then reached for her calf. She struggled just a bit, not wanting to fully lean her weight into the ropes. I gave her ass a slap, looking up at her. Even though she couldn't see me.

“Let go,” I growled. “Trust the ropes. They’ve got you and they’re not going anywhere.”

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