Page 38 of The Wrangler
I clip the first carabiner to her harness, letting the weight rest on her breast bone. She freezes. “Breathe,” I whisper in her ear. Tethered to me by the grip I have on the rope in her hair, I pick up another bundle of rope.
The new line draws easily through the ring. I’m not ready to suspend her, but soon.
On my knees, I take another bundle and pull it free, presenting it to her like the queen she is before I wrap her hips snuggly. I could lift her just from the chest harness, but not for her first time. This time, I’ll have her completely cocooned. Completely at ease. Completely mine. I press a kiss to her stomach, just below her belly button before tightening my line against her pussy, parting her still covered lips, applying pressure exactly where she needs to associate my ropes with unlimited pleasure. A few more wraps, knots, and double checks of the tension and lead line and I’m ready. I clip a second carabiner to her, the minimal weight pressing the rope to her clit enough for her to notice based on her breathing.
I run my hands up her body, over my ropes, checking and touching. Evaluating the color of her skin, the pressure of the ropes, the pace of her breaths, the beat of her pulse. I connect her to my lead line. She’s my entire world at this moment. Time has no meaning. There is only her, us, now. “Ready, little rabbit.”
“Yes, Alex.”
With an easy draw of my line, she rises, floating in the air, wrapped in layers of my ropes. Every limb exactly where I placed it. Her face is completely relaxed, eyes half closed, safe under my control. “Good girl.”
She lifts her heavy gaze. “More.”
I grip the line in her hair and her eyes widen for me. “More what, little rabbit?”
“More you. I need you Alex. I need you in me. Please, let have you in my pussy. In my mouth. Somewhere.”
Ah hell. My semi-hard cock goes fully erect behind my zipper. The ropes make her a horny bunny. And her needy begging has me in knots. She’s perfect for me. “Left your panties on for a reason.”
“But, Alex,” she whines.
I press a finger to her needy little button over the rope I tied there. Her body tenses but she can’t move. She’s mine.
“I want your dick in me. I need it. Please give it to me.”
I pop the button on my jeans to give myself some room. SJ licks her lips. Her eyes track my moves as I lower the zipper. I got a private room for a reason, even if I didn’t intend to fuck her, not this first time. But how many more opportunities will I have before she goes home?
“Don’t leave me floating here by myself. I want you. Please let me taste.” She lets her mouth fall open in invitation.
Does she know what she’s asking? Is she serious? “Yellow.”
“What?” Her eyes are fully open now.
“Let’s slow down a second here, rabbit. Oral’s a hard limit. What are you doing?” What am I doing? Taking a step back and pausing the scene of my dreams. But she’s asking for something that doesn’t make sense.
“I feel safe, beautiful, wanted—for me. It feels right to try to let go of the past, with you.” Her words grip my heart and tug it out of my chest.
“SJ.” There’s a story I don’t know, but I don’t need to know right now. I go to my bag and grab my red safe ball. A safe word for when my bunnies can’t speak. “Hold this.” I wrap her fingers tight around the squishy rubber. “You drop it. We stop. You’re still in control, little rabbit.” I brush my fingers agains her temple and fall into her gaze. She’s got me bound up in her more tightly than I have her tied in my ropes.
“I trust you, Alex.”
Her words move me. “Okay, little rabbit. We’ll try this.” I free myself enough to place the head of my cock to her lips. Her tongue peeks out, the tip making the barest contact with my head. A shiver runs up my spine. It’s too good.
She opens her mouth. I tilt my hips and?—
The door to the room slams open. Stone. A man in a brown uniform rushes in behind him, yelling, chaos.
What the fuck? I step back, tuck my dick away.
“Alexander Craig. You’re under arrest.”
I freeze. I know that voice, heard it say the exact same words years ago in another place. My guts go watery and my legs threaten to give out. The sheriff. Alyss’s dad. What the hell is he doing here?
SJ is sobbing and incoherent. I need to care for her.
Stone steps in between SJ and another man dressed in blue.
“I’m sorry, Alex. I’m so sorry.” SJ is weeping.
