Page 59 of Absolution
His eyes flash with his own pleasure when I use his title. “Good girl.”
I blow out a long sigh at the first brush of the hemp rope against my sensitized skin. He steps behind me, but I can see him clearly in the mirrors that line the wall in front of us. His eyes meet mine in our reflection, and he keeps me locked in his burning stare as he drops a kiss on my shoulder. At the same time, he drapes the rope over it, dragging it lightly over my left breast. The slightly rough fibers tease just at the edge of my nipple, and I suck in a sharp breath.
His hands manipulate the rope in sure, confident movements as he weaves a cage around my torso. With each knot, the cage tightens, and the rope becomes a firm embrace. He draws a length around my waist, pulling it taut enough to apply pressure against my diaphragm. My breaths turn shallower with every tug, my breathing restricted according to his will.
Each of my breaths is for him. Just as my heart beats for him.
The rope wraps around my hip, and my clit throbs in time with my heartbeat. He draws it tight into the seam of my inner thigh, and when he does the same on my opposite hip, the bindings frame my pussy.
I study myself in the mirror. Just as he promised, he’s bound my body in rope, but my arms and legs are free. I could run if I wanted to. I could resist.
Even though all I need to stop him is a single word.
His big hands cup my aching breasts, and my knees almost buckle at the surge of pleasure. The tie has made them intensely sensitive, and merely the brush of his palms over my tight nipples is almost enough to make me orgasm.
Before I can reach my peak, he withdraws with a cruel chuckle.
“You’re going to have to suffer for a while longer before I allow you to come,” he warns. “You’re going to beg for your orgasms, and then you’ll have so many that you beg me to relent. I’ll make you come again just because I like the way you whimper my name when you’re a needy, desperate mess for me.”
“Dane…”
He nips my shoulder in reprimand. “Master.”
“Master.” I relax into his possessive embrace, fully surrendering to our twisted connection, our perfect bond.
His gaze remains fixed on mine in our reflection. “Yes, pet? Did you want to ask for something?”
I lick my lips. “I’m ready to fly. I want to. Please.”
After all the emotional turmoil of the last several days, I want to float just like he promised. I want him to make all of my thoughts and worries disappear, until I’m lost in him, and nothing else exists.
He kisses the sensitive spot just below my ear, and pleasure zings down my spine.
“How can I deny you anything?” He shoots me a wicked grin. “I’m completely in your power, my queen.”
The declaration of my power over him when I’m stripped bare and bound should be laughable, but nothing has ever felt more right. He looks at me with open awe, as though I’m the most stunning thing he’s ever seen. As though I’m the center of his universe.
I bask in his admiration, drinking in his rapt attention until I’m intoxicated by it. The rush goes straight to my head, and my thoughts begin to drift away. There’s onlyhim.
Dane. My Master.
“I’m going to tie your wrists behind you now,” he says, his final warning before he claims my freedom of movement.
I place my hands at the small of my back in silent offering, a clear demonstration of my eagerness for his wicked games.
He nuzzles my hair. “Good girl.”
Rope wraps around my wrists, binding them together and drawing them upward so that my elbows bend. It’s not an uncomfortable position; if anything, I feel secure. Safe.
He ties my wrists to the harness he wove around my chest, creating a column of support along my upper spine. Then he loops the length through the metal ring above me and pulls.
The cage around my body shifts, drawing tighter to support my weight. I’m standing on my own two feet, but if I chose to lift my legs, I would settle deeper into the harness and be suspended from the ring.
That’s exactly what he has planned for me. He retrieves a second coil of rope, and this time, thesnapwhen it hits the mat elicits an answering flutter between my legs. It wraps around my thigh in a loving caress, rough fibers teasing my tender flesh before drawing tight with his cruel knot.
He applies steady pressure, forcing my knee to bend and lift as he pulls the end of the rope through the ring above me. My toes leave the mat, leaving me balanced on one leg. He secures the tie on my thigh to the harness around my hip, forcing my knee to the side.
I can see my exposed pussy clearly in the mirror. It glistens with wanton arousal, and my labia are swollen with desire. His fingertips tease along the line of the rope that frames my sex,and sparks dance over my sensitive flesh. I gasp and try to lean into his hand, but I wobble and almost lose my tenuous balance.
