Page 90 of Playing For Keeps
Grabbing the shears again, I rush and cut the hem at the top. “Are you still okay?”
“Yes. Green.”
“Good.” I place the scissors down and tear the material.
She tenses at the first sound of her clothes ripping, then she settles. “I want to hear about your day when you get home. I want you to help make dinner while we discuss your projects and communicate like we always have.”
“Done. I can do that.” I brush my lips over her sensitive bud as I tear her pants off, leaving her naked and bound in the center of my bed.
I drink in the woman I adore, relinquishing all her power over to me. It’s the ultimate form of trust. My dick twitches at the sight of her.
She wiggles a little. “Now what?”
I pick up the wax-coated black and red ropes and show them to her. “I’m going to work these around you. There will be times you’ll feel pressure, and if it doesn’t feel right or if it’s too tight, tell me. I don’t want you losing sensation.”
“Okay, but how will I know if it’s not how it’s supposed to be?”
“Good question. You’ll know because if for any reason you don’t like it, it’s not right. I’ll be checking in on you, but the second something feels wrong, use your safe word, and I’ll release it. The key here is to push past your boundaries, most of which are mental.”
“Why?”
“To show you how much strength you have and how much control I’m giving you.” I take the ropes and start the process. “This first time will be a starter session. We’re creating a scene together. I just want to use this time to connect intimately with you through conversation and trust as you explore a new side to yourself.”
She studies my movements as her pale skin invites me in with the ropes. “Why do people do this?”
“So they can get out of their heads and stay present in their bodies while bonding with their partner through this type of art. It’s sexually gratifying.” I lift her shoulders slightly and pass the first row of rope under her, then I lay her back down. “I’m not going to go around your neck or design any knots on your backside this time.”
“Okay.”
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yes.”
I tighten the cords around her chest, under her breasts. “The way I tie these around you will allow for differentpressures to build in certain parts of your body. You can’t achieve this kind of sensation with your hands alone.”
I lick and suck on her breasts, bringing her awareness to them. I lift her shoulders again, then take another few passes of the rope around her so the crisscross harness design holds her breasts.
The pattern is tight and squeezes them so they protrude out. The sight makes me grow harder.
“You’re gorgeous and doing great.” My chest warms.
Her cheeks turn red as she smiles up at me. I brush my fingertips over her nipples to allow her to feel the different sensation caused by the tight ropes.
She raises her head and peers down at them. “Wow. I’m really sensitive.”
“Too much so?”
Her heated gaze comes to mine. “No. I like it.”
She’s irresistible, and I want her now, but completing this process will be mind blowing, so I tame my desire. It’s one of the downfalls of this type of play, or a perk, depending on how I look at it.
On one hand, I want to bury myself in her. On the other hand, I want to draw it out and bask in the excitement of it.
Her face is flush, and her skin is pink near where she’s bound. “What is this art called?”
“Shibari. It’s a form of Japanese bondage.” I go about hitching and knotting the rope in intricate patterns down her stomach, lifting her off the mattress a little as I drag the bindings underneath her.
I’m careful so I don’t cause rope burns. She’s going to have marks no matter what, but I’m doing my best to protect her from undue pain.
