Page 43 of Quadruplets for the Vipers

“Leah, I can’t… I don’t want to hurt you,” he chokes out, his voice filled with shame and an animalistic side of him he’s barely holding back.

“You won’t. Please, I want this, tell me what you need.”

“I need to tie you up. I can’t… I can’t be an equal with you, I need to be in complete control.”

“I trust you.”

Still, he can’t look at me, he’s breathing heavily, trying to control himself, to talk himself out of this.

“Rider, look at me.” He finally looks into my eyes, and I try to convey just how serious I am. “I want this. You won’t hurt me.”

Finally, he gives in. He kisses me with a passion that takes my breath away. My arms are still pinned behind my back but he’s applying just the right amount of force to hold me firm without hurting.

“I’m going to need both hands,” he mutters. “Stand up. Take off your clothes. Don’t move,” he demands.

I do as I’m told, enjoying this authoritative side of him.

“Have you heard of shibari?” he asks me.

“I think so? It’s bondage, right?” I reply, a thrill of excitement rushing through me.

“A type of bondage, yes. It’s where one partner is tied up using rope and special knots.”

“And that’s what you’re into?”

“Among other things. It’s the safest one I’m willing to try with you… if you want to. You can say no… I won’t mind.”

“I want to try.”

He nods and moves to get the rope. He gently and firmly commands me, moving me and positioning me until I’m tied up, completely unable to move. I watch his face as he works, deep in concentration, like a sculptor creating a work of art. His touch is gentle, which combined with the sensation of the rope against my skin and the fact he isn’t touching me sexually yet while I’m completely naked, serves to turn me on more than I would have anticipated.

The rope hooks between and around my breasts forming a type of harness, and my nipples are hard and aching to be touched. The harness then holds my arms tight in place behind my back, I can’t move or touch him. I’m completely at his mercy.

“We’ll start like this with your legs free for now,” he says as he attaches my harness to a rope that hooks up to the ceiling.

While I like the idea of trying more, I appreciate him easing me in.

“Do you mind if I blindfold you?”

I want to watch Rider. For him to know how much I want him, and that not only do I not mind his scars, but I think they’re attractive. But I know that he needs this.

“No, I don’t mind.”

He carefully secures the silk blindfold around my head, blocking my vision and making me rely on my other senses. My skin tingles with anticipation as I listen to him moving around me. I’m completely at his mercy, an idea that both thrills and scares me. Not because I am scared that he’ll hurt me, but because I’ve never given myself over so completely before.

His fingers gently trace their way along my chin, exploring down my neck, over my breasts, skimming just past my nipples without touching them, which somehow feels more arousing, the lack of contact. He continues to explore my body in the same way, caressing me everywhere yet nowhere at the same time.

When his mouth finally finds my nipple, nipping and sucking it hard, I let out a moan of bliss. His warm, strong hand cups me between my thighs possessively, as if to say, ‘You’re mine.’ As he strokes my slit the heat builds and I lean heavily against my restraints, wanting to touch him too. He slides a finger inside me, and I push back on him, burning for more.

“You have no idea how perfect you look like this, Leah,” he growls, his voice low.

I moan and grind myself on his hand, every sense is on overdrive and I’m desperate for more, but he keeps me wanting, taking his time. He’s in control. My pussy is slick with desire as moves his fingers in and out of me slowly, his thumb circling my clit. Abruptly, he stops, moving away from me completely. I can hear him standing close, watching me. The cool air of the room caresses the damp voids that were burning under his touch seconds ago. It only makes me want him more.

“Don’t stop,” I beg. But he’s the one in control now and he’s going to take his time.

I almost feel like I might explode from anticipation as I can hear him removing the rest of his clothes, his breathing getting heavier as he watches me and I know he’s touching himself.

Oh god, I want him.

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