Page 25 of Digit's Deflection
Searching through it, I find the silken cord I want. I return to where Li’s standing, following my instructions.
“Hold out your hands in front of you.” Slowly she raises them. “I’m going to tie your wrists now, princess. Calm andsteady now, okay? We’ve got this. Remember, though, if you need me to stop all you need say is …?”
“Red.” Her voice is a little shaky, but otherwise she seems steady as I study her to get a gauge for where her head’s at.
“That’s right, red. Good girl. Here we go.” I wrap the cord around first one wrist, loop it under and around, much like an infinity symbol and back around to start the process again. Two, then three revolutions I decide are enough. If she loses her shit and panics, I want to be able to release her as quickly as possible.
Tying the cord off loosely, I let go of her and circle around to stand behind her. Despite her best efforts, her breath is once again choppy. “Focus on my touch. Make it thesolefocus of your attention.”
I reach out on either side of Liora and place the tip of a single finger on each arm. Ever so slowly, gently, I glide them up the outside, the touch barely there. Reaching the crease of each elbow, I draw circles on the tender skin there before moving on.
Her small gasp has me smiling. Continuing on my way, I slip under the arms of her T-shirt. I marvel at the satin-softness of her skin. When I reach the top of her arm, I reverse direction and make my way back down to her bound wrists. And for the first time, I actually notice the welts of scar tissue on the tender skin of her inner wrist.
A spurt of anger momentarily pulls me out of the pleasure of touching her. Shaking it off, since now’s not the time for it, I focus back in on keeping my touch light and sensual. On keeping her focused on that and not the fact that she’s bound.
I slide my hands under the material that covers Liora’s back and, starting at her waist, I once again draw small circles on her skin. With painstaking care, I make sure to cover every inch of her back, before moving my hands around to her stomach.
As I move around, over her sides, I feel goosebumps erupt on her skin, and this time it’s a little moan that escapes her mouth.A moan I feel right in my crotch. The sound arrows straight to my dick, and I go rock hard in the span of a heartbeat.
Unable to help myself, I drop kisses on her neck. Liora tilts her head to make it easier for me to access, and when I make it all the way to that delicate spot right under her ear, I scrape my teeth across the area.
Liora drops her head backward to rest against my shoulder, her breathing choppy once more. This time though, I know it’s not because she’s scared. And that thrills the hell out of me.
“Treven, I …” Her words dry up for a moment. Then, the last words I expected to hear out of her mouth. “Touch me. Please. I need to feel your hands on me. Please.” The last comes out as a plea – almost a prayer for deliverance.
Flattening my hands over her belly, I glide my lips to her ear and murmur, “Tell me where you want me to touch you, princess. Tell me how you want me to touch you.”
“My breasts.” Beyond artifice or playing coy, she blurts the words out as if her very life depends on my touch.
“Like this?” Cupping my hands over the material of her bra, I give them a gentle squeeze, suspecting that’s not exactly what she had in mind. But I need – no, want – her to use her words.
“No.” Her breathy rejection of my touch stretches my smile a little wider.
“Then tell me, princess. Let me hear the words.”
“Pinch my nipples, rake your nails over them, squeeze them like you mean it. It’s been so long since I felt your touch, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
Good to know I’m not alone in feeling such a strong response to having Liora back in my arms. All I want to do is throw her onto my bed and devour her like a man about to be executed and she’s my last meal.
But I need to go slowly, tread lightly. We’ve come so far this evening; I don’t want to fuck it up now. So, with far moreskill and aplomb than that long distant night, I glide my hands around Liora’s back, monitoring her closely as I go, and undo the clasp of her bra.
I’m struck by a nauseating wave of déjà vu, and have to consciously work to keep my body loose and relaxed so as not to telegraph my feelings to Liora. The last thing I need now is for her to freak out. She’s doing so incredibly well, and I’m so immensely proud of her.
This will be her reward for giving herself over to the process so completely. And handling it like a champ. But it would appear I get so lost in my own head, I commit the cardinal rule of paying attention to my partner.
“Red,” her hoarse whisper penetrates the noise in my head. “Red.”
“Hold on, princess. I’ve got you. I’ll get you out of the rope in a second. Just say with me, okay?”
She nods, her head shifting against my shoulder. I become aware that her body is now stiff as a board beneath my touch. Sliding my hands from under her clothing, I place them on her waist once more and turn her to face me. Her eyes are open, fear showing clear in them. But, unlike twelve years ago, she’s hanging onto her composure for all she’s worth, and my estimation of her skyrockets.
“I’m so unbelievably proud of you, princess. You’re handling this like a true champ. Keep your eyes on mine as I untie you. Don’t look down. Okay?”
“Okay.” She speaks a little louder this time.
When the cord is undone, I let it drop to the floor and pull her into my arms, rubbing my hands up and down her back. Slowly, I feel her rigid posture soften, and she leans more of her weight into me.
We stand like that, drawing comfort from each other, and I soak in how amazing it feels to be able to hold her like this.Something I thought would never, ever happen again in this lifetime. I offer up thanks to every deity who may be listening for the gift that is Liora, here in my home, her head against my shoulder, and her arms around my waist.
