Page 13 of Freed
After a few moments of staring at her, I headed to the closet, where I stored the satin rope that I would have her body bound in. I only hoped that it wouldn’t be too much for her once I secured her hands and feet. If I guided her through every motion, she would have the sense of security she needed to know that I had no intention of hurting her. Stepping over to the bed, I held out the rope. “Lanie, I need your eyes on me.”
Lanie lifted her head, and her eyes fell to the rope I held in my hands. “Look at me, Lanie.” It was only after her eyes met mine that I continued. “I will never hurt you, Lanie, but if at any point you do not feel comfortable, you need to use your safe word. Do you remember what it is?”
“Yes. Red for stop and yellow for slow down.”
“Good girl. Now lie on your back with your head near the headboard.”
As I watched her take her position, I couldn’t help but noticed the way her breasts moved as she crawled up the bed on all fours. Even the way her butt muscles flexed with every move was a complete turn on. When she was in the position I requested of her, I began working the rope around her wrists. I wasn’t a master of rope bondage, but I knew enough to make the marks it would leave on her body look like a piece of art.
Tying the last knot, I stepped back and admired my work. More than anything, I wanted Lanie to feel safe. I needed to remember that not too long ago, her experience with rope bondage wasn’t that great for her. Martin had lost his focus and almost killed her. For this reason, I couldn’t allow him to touch her again.
Already I could see the rope leaving its mark. When I gently lifted her arms above her head, her breath hitched as the rope between her legs pressed against her moistened folds. Commanding her to spread her legs, it was the knot that I had tied pressed against her clit that got my attention. “Seems your juices have found their way onto the rope, love.”
A carnal expression painted her face as her hips rose the minute I placed my middle finger inside her entrance, which caused the knot to press harder against her clit. Her eyes closed, and a soft moan left her lips. “Remember, love, if it gets to be too much…”
“No, Roman… I need more,” she breathed in between pants.
As difficult as it was for me to keep from giving her what she wanted, it was what she needed. But it wouldn’t be for long because soon, my willpower would give in. While moving my finger in and out of her tight vagina, I use my free hand to press the knot that I skillfully placed on top of her nipple in circular movements. Her breath grew ragged, and I knew she was close. Leaning into her, I kissed her on the neck below her ear. “Come.”
