Page 88 of Playing For Keeps
When I’m restrained to the wall with my arms above my head, he sits next to me. His gaze travels over my cotton pajama top as he seems to consider something.
I focus on him. “You forgot to undress me.”
His darkened, smoky eyes flit to mine. “No, I didn’t. I’m just trying to decide where I’m going to cut.”
A moment of sheer panic races in my veins. “Cut?”
“Sweetness, you have safe words. Use them if you need.”
“Green, if you aren’t going to cut me. Red, if you are.”
He caresses my face. “I’ll never hurt you. This is an exercise in trust and communication.”
“So we’re going to talk?”
“That’s exactly what we're going to do.”
“Why?”
“Because these ties are just the beginning. What I have planned can take hours, so trust me. You’re going to want to talk to me while I’m doing it.” Jami rises off the bed and does a sweep over my body with lusty intensity.
My nerves simmer down. “What are you going to do?”
“Connect with you on a new level. Then I’m going to give you pleasure that takes you out of this world.” He saunters away, keeping his eyes on me until he leaves the room.
He’s gone for a good minute or two, and anticipation builds in my gut. I’m nervous, but I trust him with every part of me. I just have no clue what he’s going to do.
On the outside, he’s always been the picture of the innocent computer expert, but this man has mountains of erotic magic up his sleeve, and I get the honor of experiencing that with him. My heart blows up as love pulses through it.
He re-enters the room with black and red rope. And not just a strand here and there. This is two bundles of long, thick rope.
He places them next to me on the bed. “I turned up the heat to keep you warm. You should be comfortable, but if you aren’t, you know the rules. Communicate and use your safe words if at any moment you want to stop.”
I nod as I follow his every move with sexual heat coursing through every cell in my body. He purposely shows me items he removes from his pockets.
A pair of scissors—check.
A bag of mints—check.
A candle—check.
I have no clue why he has them.
He trails his fingertips down the center of my breastplate and descends between my thighs. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,and I’m sorry I haven’t let you know how much you mean to me.”
“It’s okay, babe. I know you’ve been busy.”
“It’s not okay, but I’m making up for it. During this time, anything that comes to mind, talk about it. This is a safe place.”
I’ll support you and listen intently as I design patterns with the rope against your skin. Everything you say will spur on a new idea and create a new bond. That knot will become symbolic through the different designs that secure the ropes together.”
“That sounds beautiful, but I’m a little scared.”
He crawls and hovers over me. “What you need to remember is, even though you seem to be the one with no control, you’re the only one who does. Lean on your safe words, and I’ll honor them the entire time.”
He lowers and caresses my face as he swipes his tongue over mine in soft motions, telling me he’ll be gentle.
He pulls away, resting his forehead against mine. “This will bond us in a way we haven’t yet experienced. Trust it and trust me. Nothing is off limits unless you say so.”
