Page 34 of Only for the Moment
Chapter Fourteen
It didn’t matter whose body was under his rope; when he began tying, it was almost like he fell into a trance, his only focus the revelation of the pattern, the placement, the glide of the jute through his fingers. Of course with women, it was so much more sensual in his mind, displaying the beauty of the body as well as the rope. He wanted desperately to circle Kennedy’sbreasts with rope, tie knots that rubbed directly over her nipples every time she took a breath, restrain her legs so that the glistening pink center of her body was bare to his view, his pleasure, his thrust.
Not yet. Not yet.
He finished securing the end of the rope along the crease of Ali’s thigh, adjusting the tightness of the two ropes below that formed a vee across the man’s pelvis. Thedouble knot beneath him pressed firmly behind his scrotum, against his prostate. Isaac saw the moment Ali registered the pressure, his eyes going wide.
“A few inches forward, and that’s exactly what your sub might feel,” Isaac pointed out.
The man’s chuckle held a strained note. “I see.”
Isaac grinned. They ran through a few more minor placement changes before Isaac began to untie the elaboratetorso pattern he’d just completed. Each of the candidates had taken their turn beneath the ropes, asking questions, absorbing the feel and effect of various positions and ties. He had a feeling this was a good crop. Perez was selective about who he allowed in, and every new Dom took the class before being given play privileges at Club X. It insured both the reputation of the club and the safetyof those who attended. Isaac had been in the lifestyle long enough to see clubs that didn’t care about either, so he was doubly appreciative of what Perez had built.
When the last knot was untied, Isaac shook each man’s hand. As they exited, he caught a peek of Nick guarding the door. His friend knew the routine, knew to wait. How long would depend on Kennedy.
Taking a deep breath, he turnedto the corner where she’d barely moved one of her lovely muscles in the past hour and a half. He raised his hands out to his sides. “So…?”
Kennedy pulled her feet beneath her, then stood. The thigh-high boots had come off while she waited, and the vulnerability of her pink-tipped toes and pale legs made his breath catch.
“So…that was interesting,” she said.
Interestingwasn’t negative, at least.He approached her like the wild doe she was, watching for any sign that she would bolt, that fear twitched at her insides. She went still, silent, her gaze fixed on his chest as he stepped forward. Awareness flared in the emerald of her eyes the minute his scent hit her, his heat.
Another good sign.
“What do you think, Ken? Want to try it?”
He could see the war inside her, the natural, adventurousKennedy fighting with old fears, old constructs. The drive to have her beneath his hands and his body urged him to give her a push in the direction he hoped she would go.
“How about this?” He let his body brush hers, brought his hand up to tangle in the heavy fall of her gorgeous auburn hair. “How about we only focus here”—he trailed a finger from her collarbone to her breast, wishing her clothesweren’t hiding her from him, then to her belly, her hip—“and leave your arms free? No control, no restraint, just a pretty design on the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Kennedy’s breath caught, and something like hope flared in her eyes. “Is that okay?”
“Anything’s okay if it’s what we both agree on, Ken.” He used his grip in her hair to pull her head back, leaned in until their breathmingled. “I have one favor to ask, though.”
Kennedy swallowed, her lips rasping against his. “What favor?”
He retraced the path of his finger, stopping at her breast to circle a nipple. “I want to tie you bare.”
“Bare?”
“Bare.” Because he wanted to take her for the very first time with his ropes on her, with his knots digging into her skin, marking her, branding her as his. And make no mistake—hewas going to take her, if for no other reason than to give them both some relief from the fire burning between them.
Kennedy arched her back, forcing her breast into his palm. He cupped her, traced his thumb along the silky edge of her top.
“Okay,” she whispered shakily. “Okay, Isaac. Bare.”
Voices outside the door made her stiffen.
He shifted his hand from her hip to the small of her back,surrounding her from breast to spine in his warmth. “Not here, love. I want you all to myself, no interruptions, no time restrictions. We’ll go back to the penthouse.”
“Not my place?”
Ideally, yes, where she would be most comfortable. But… “My team won’t stand down till they have me back at home base, and…” He pressed her closer, the length of his erection digging into her belly. “I want totake my time. I want you relaxed, comfortable…”Mine.Christ, only the presence of five other men in the SUV would keep him from taking her on the way home.
But he could wait for this to be perfect, no matter how much his cock screamed for instant gratification. Kennedy laid her mouth above his heart, her arms coming up to circle his neck, hold on tight. “Okay.” A restless shift of her hips againsthis. “Let’s go.”
He had them back in the Escalade with minimum fuss. On the return trip to the Sovereign, Kennedy curled against him, her hand on his thigh, far too close to where he intended to have it later tonight. Far too soon for him to stay in control.
