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It was that delight that pulled him away from the door.

She looked up as he approached. “There’s so much of it.”

It simply had to be said. “The better to tie you up with, my dear.”

She laughed, a husky sound that went straight to his balls, then shivered when he found the zipper at the back of her dress and slid it soundlessly down. “I’ve never been tied up before.”

“Sure you have.” He slid the strap off her left shoulder, then her right, letting the dress slide in a puddle of red silk to the floor. She wore nothing under it but skin, pleasing him. “Right here in this room, in fact.”

She took his offered hand and stepped out of the dress. “You mean the straps.”

“Mmm.” He picked up the dress, laid it aside. “Step out of the shoes, please.”

She obeyed. “Okay, but that’s not like rope.”

“No, it’s not.” Without the heels, she had to tip her head back to look up at him, elongating her neck, and the light flashed on the D-ring of her collar. “Rope is an experience all its own.”

The D-ring flashed again when she swallowed. “So I’ve heard.”

He merely smiled. “You’ll like it. Over here, please.”

He positioned her to stand at the end of the bondage table and reached behind her for the first coil. Drawing it between his hands, he stepped back. “Bend your knees for me a little.”

“Why?”

“If you lock your knees, you’re liable to pass out,” he explained. “And then my fun will be over before it's begun.”

Her lips twitched. “Mine too.”

“Indeed. Arms out to the side, darling.”

Though confusion clouded her gaze, she obeyed. “Aren’t you going to tie my arms?”

“Oh, I will,” he promised, and bending down to take her mouth in a slow, deep kiss, drew the rope around her torso. “But first I’m going to bind these lovely breasts.”

“Oh.” She watched, eyes round, lips parted, as he wrapped the rope, a deep ocean blue, around her torso above her breasts twice, then twice under, before using the last foot of rope to join the two layers together at her sternum, creating a gentle compression that he knew could have a very powerful effect.

With one hand braced on her back, he lifted the other to her right breast and cupped it lightly. “How does that feel?”

“Weird.” Her breathing was shallow, slightly rapid, and her chest had flushed slightly. Partly from the compression of the rope, he knew, and partly from arousal. “It feels like my boobs are being squished.”

“That’s how it’s supposed to feel,” he replied, amused, and gave the breast he was cuddling a soft squeeze.

She sucked in a breath, wonder and shock flickering in her gaze before desire settled in. “Wow.”

“I’ll see your ‘wow’, and raise you a ‘hell, yeah’,” he said with a low laugh, and eased her back so her butt rested on the edge of the table. When she was steady, he lifted his now free hand to her other breast to fondle, checking to make sure her skin was warm, that he hadn’t tied the rope so tight as to cut off circulation. And, he admitted to himself with a wicked grin, to watch her eyes go that hazy blue again.

“Okay, enough of that,” he said, forcing himself to stop before he reduced her to a puddle on the floor.

She blinked cloudy eyes at him and pouted. “Party pooper.”

“I’ll show you a party,” he warned, and concluded she was well on her way to rope drunk when she merely giggled. “Turn around, darling, so I can tie your arms.”

“Okay,” she said agreeably and turned to face the table. “Should I bend over?”

“Not if you want this to last more than seven seconds,” he said drily, eyeing her ass, and she giggled again. “Put your arms behind you, bend your elbows, and grab your forearms.”

“Like this?” she asked, demonstrating.