Page 49 of Bound and Branded

“And I… I told him I might have to leave. But I can’t keep the ranch running if he’s not going to pull his weight. He thinks that I’m paying you off by fucking you.”

“Did he say that to you?” His eyes look dangerous.

“Yes. Not quite so crudely. But he did.”

“And what did you say?”

“I told him if that’s his line then it’s a weird one. Because he’s happy to make me uncomfortable. But not in this way that makes him feel embarrassed.” I’m quiet for a moment. “I could only do that because of you. Because of this. You were right about me.”

“Some of the things that you asked for…”

“Are they outside your comfort zone?”

“A little bit,” he says.

“Do I need to give you a safe word?” I ask.

“I reallywillpunish you for that,” he says.

I smile. “You are my alpha. My wolf. Whatever you want to do to me, I’m yours.”

His eyes go dark, and I shiver.

“I have big plans for you,” he says.

He takes my hand and leads me to the playroom. The lighting is dim, candles lit all over the room, the shades drawn. It’s different in there than usual. And there’s a large metal frame set up in the center of the room.

“You’ve done research,” he says. “Have you seen these?”

My heart flutters. “Yes.”

“You want to be closer. And you want to be free. I can set you free.” Those words on his lips scare me. I’m worried about what they mean, and at the same time I’m intrigued. “Tonight, I’m going to take my time with you.”

The words send a shiver down my spine. Because if that’s not what he’s been doing, then I am in big trouble. I’m in really big trouble.

In the best way.

“Kneel down for me,” he says.

He wants me on the floor. He’s not giving me the cushion of the bed, though it’s not quite the unbridled intensity of yesterday.

The carpet is soft enough, but I know that by design it’s going to put more pressure on my legs. But there is something about the sensation. About surrendering to him on that level. Trusting him.

The kinds of things that he’s doing can cause injuries if they aren’t executed correctly. And I’m trusting him on a profound level.

I kneel and the minute he loops the first rope around me, I know that he’s back to the red ropes. He does that same knot around my neck that he did yesterday. Begins to work on a very similar body suit— though this one is more elaborate— with smaller diamonds of rope crossing my skin, going over my breasts, pressing them flat against my chest and pinching my nipples.

He doesn’t do my hands immediately. Which is different. An interesting sensation, because I could reach up and stop him, but I don’t want to. Still, there is an instinct in the body, a desire to defend and I have to suppress it, letting my hands relax as they sit on my thighs, as he works his methodical magic.

Then he leans in and kisses my mouth, soft and slow. And I find myself arching into him, that movement tightening the ropes on my nipples, making me grit my teeth to keep from crying out.

He pulls away from me, then ties my wrists. This time, there in front of me, entirely different to how he’s done it in the past. They aren’t pinned behind my back.

He leaves one long red cord, then moves behind me, reaches over my shoulder and grips ahold of that. I raise my bound wrists, my arms going on either side of my head as he pulls my wrists back behind my neck. Then he works that free end of the rope into what’s already bound around my body, holding my arms up.

Though he’s moving slower, more gently this time, he does the same technique on my legs. Winding rope around my thighs, all the way down my calves, before braiding them together so that my legs are locked in that kneeling position. Then he ties my thighs so they’re forced wide, so that I’m entirely vulnerable to him.

There are ropes on the frame and that’s when I find myself being lifted off the ground, bound to that frame. So that I’msuspended in the air, unable to move. I have to trust in his workmanship. The pressure points on my body are intense. The pull of the rope pinching my nipples, holding my pussy wide, the intense, painful sensation making me moan with need. It feels like he’s touching me, and yet I’m so aware that he’s not.

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