Page 14 of Slaved
Gliding his hand down my arm, the warmth of his hand was comforting against my cool skin. Pulling my hand behind my back, he wrapped the rope around my wrist twice before reaching for my other hand. Wrapping the rope around my other wrist, my wrists came together as he pulled on the rope. Holding the ends in his hands, he rounded my body, placing each end of the rope over my shoulders. Tying the two ends together in a knot, Martin positioned the knot at my throat before throwing the ends over my shoulders.
Kissing me tenderly on the lips, I could feel the power he had over me as he whispered, “Shibari is Japanese bondage. If done correctly, it can be exquisite.”
I didn’t know if I should to respond until he continued. “It is important that you trust me completely. One wrong move and it could end up very bad. Do you trust me, Lanie?”
Nodding my head, I answered, “Yes, I trust you completely.”
“You will address me as Sir, Lanie.”
He tugged at the ends of the rope, which caused the knot to press against my throat, I was forced to respond. “Yes, Sir. I trust you completely.”
“Good.”
Taking a deep breath, I stood still while he continued to work the rope around and across my body. When he had finished, my upper body was covered with a beautiful work of art. Never had I experienced this kind of bondage. Then again, I was sure that Master Winston was incapable of creating something so beautiful.
Leading me over to the kneeling bench, Martin kicked my legs apart and secured each ankle to the bench. Rounding the bench, he took the end of the rope that hung freely between my breasts and secured it to the hook sticking up from the floor. Pulling the rope, my body fell forward until my ribs rested on the padded board. With the rope holding me in place, I couldn’t lift my head to see where Martin had gone.
When he had returned, he stepped behind me and placed a ball in my hand. “If ever it gets to be too much for you Lanie, you need to squeeze this ball.”
Closing my hand around the ball, a high-pitched squeak sounded. I wasn’t sure why he wouldn’t allow me to use my safe word. It was only after he placed a gag ball against my mouth that I knew I wouldn’t be able to speak. I had never been bound this way, and although it was exciting, it made me very nervous. “Martin, I don’t feel comfortable with the gag ball in my mouth.”
“Do you trust me, Lanie?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about.”
Opening my mouth, I allowed him to place the ball inside and secure the straps it behind my head. Even though I had all the control over how this would play out, something didn’t seem right. Martin had never been so excessive in his restraints and it was so unlike him.
I could only hear what he was doing and could only guess he was grabbing something from his chest. When he returned, he positioned himself behind me. He didn’t say a word until he pulled on the other end of the red silk rope that he left resting on my back. As he pulled, my head tipped back and I could feel the pressure of the knot press against my throat. If he pulled any harder, it would cut off my air supply. I had to trust him that he wouldn’t let that happen.
My heart began to hammer in my chest as I felt Martin pull on the rope a little more. Barely able to breathe, I tried to move my head to relieve some of the pressure. As I squeezed the ball that I still had in my hand over and over, Martin loosened his grip on the rope and the pressure of the knot against my throat lessened.
There was something dark in Martin’s voice, as though something evil had taken possession of his body. “There is no need to be afraid, Lanie. It’s time to test your limits.”
I wasn’t sure what limits he thought needed to be tested. All I could do was wait and see. Becoming uncomfortable in the position I was in, I waited with anticipation for what would happen next. Martin was no longer behind me, but I knew that he was still in the room. His footsteps were light, which told me that he might have removed his shoes.
To my shock and surprise, his hand came down on my ass, leaving a piercing sting behind. I could feel my womanly juices dripping between my legs. The minute his fingers fell between my folds, he would know of my arousal. Gilding one, then two fingers inside, he pulled on the rope, bringing my head back while thrusting his fingers as he pulled back. My body felt heated, and even though I was finding it hard to breathe, I didn’t want him to quit.
Removing his fingers, I heard his zipper being lowered and the rustling of his pants before they settled on the floor. As he pressed his cock to my entrance, the pressure of the knot intensified. Thrusting inside, his movements increased as he held onto the rope. I knew any moment I would pass out with lack of oxygen. Squeezing the ball, I needed a reprieve. It didn’t matter how long or how hard I squeezed the ball, Martin continued to pull harder on the rope as he pushed deeper inside me. There was nothing I could do before there was no air left.
~Fifteen~
ROMAN
“What the hell are you doing, Martin? Release her NOW!” It was as though I was inside his nightmare watching him thrust inside while pulling back on the rope. A vision of what he did to Isabelle surfaced. There was no way I was going to let this happen to Lanie.
When Martin didn’t move and continued thrusting his cock inside her limp body, I knew that he wasn’t here, nor could he hear me. When I pulled him from Lanie, he released the rope and her head fell forward. I wasn’t sure how long she had been in this state, but I knew I needed to free her.
Undoing her restraints and removing the gag ball from her mouth. I lifted her from the bench and placed her on the floor. Breathing into her mouth, trying desperately to bring her back to life, my life as I knew it was over. Lanie was everything to me. If she died because of Martin, it wouldn’t faze me to take his life. Spending the rest of my days in prison would be worth every breath she fought for in order to avenge her death.
When her eyes opened and looked up at me, I knew that I got my Lanie back. I also knew that I would die before I let Martin ever touch her again. Undoing the red rope, the impression marks that it left on her body were beautiful, but as beautiful as they were, it was no excuse for what Martin did to her.
Removing my jacket, I placed it over her shoulders before lifting her from the floor. As I carried her out of the room, I looked over to Martin. He was like a statue standing there. He needed to find a way to deal with what he did to Isabel. I was afraid if he didn’t, another submissive might not be as lucky as Lanie.
Reaching the main house, I took Lanie to her room. All I wanted to do was gather her things and get as far away as possible from here. I didn’t give a rat’s ass about Martin, and as far as it concerned me, he should think twice about stopping me.
After I finished packing Lanie’s things, I could see that she was still in shock over what had happened. Looking at her weakened state, I moved toward her and took a seat on the edge of the bed. Pulling her close, I kissed her on the head. “You will never have to worry about that happening to you again. I will never let Martin touch you as long as I live.”
