Page 94 of By Invitation Only
I looked up and admitted in a whisper, “I don’t know what that is.”
“It’s Japanese rope bondage.”
My eyes grew wide, and I looked back at the stage. The man had draped the rope across the woman’s neck, and it hung down to the floor against her stomach. I continued to watch as the man started to knot the rope in the section against the woman’s belly. Once he was done, there were three knots with at least three inches between each one. He took the end of the ropes and brought it between her legs. Walking around to her backside, he pulled the rope up and through the loop that was wrapped around her nape. The woman moaned as he tugged the rope tight, and my pussy clenched at the thought of the rope going between her folds and then up her crack.
Booker took my empty glass, set both his and mine down and then pulled me to stand in front of him. He leaned down and whispered, “The rope is more than likely on her clit.”
I didn’t respond as I continued to watch. I was fully engaged and as I leaned back against Booker’s front. I could tell he was as well because I could feel his hardening cock pressed into me.
One side at a time, the man took the ends of the rope, pulled them under her armpits and through the gap between the first knot and second knot on her chest. The rope curved around the top of each of her breast. He took the ends and crisscrossed them around the two ropes that were side by side on her back. He repeated the same pattern, but this time the ropes went under her breasts. After he had crisscrossed them on her back, he wrapped the ends around her waist and tied them together below the bottom knot.
He’d wrapped her like a present. I’d never seen something so… beautiful.
“The knots are positioned on pressure points to increase endorphins,” Booker said into my ear.
I’d always associated being tied up with something bad. Like being tied up when you’re kidnapped or something. But this was different. The woman was clearly in some sort of trance as the rope pressed into various places on her body.
I wasn’t in a trance. I was turned on at the thought of Booker doing the same to me, and as I looked around the room, it was clear that others were turned on too. Women rubbed their asses against men’s fronts, men played with their woman’s breasts, and some were using their hands to bring pleasure to each other.
As I pressed into Booker, I began to grind my ass slowly against him. His hand went inside the top of my flimsy dress, and the moment his finger glided over my puckered nipple, I sucked in a breath.
“This turning you on?” he whispered.
I nodded.
The man on stage brought the woman’s hands behind her back and began to crisscross a new rope around her arms. Once he was at the bottom, he took the rope and wrapped it tightly around her wrists and then back up, crisscrossing again until he was at the top. He tied it, and then took the hoop that was hanging from the ceiling and fastened it to the rope near her shoulder blades.
I watched, my eyes as big as saucers and my pussy throbbed. Booker’s hand left my breast, moved down between my legs and inside me. I wasn’t wearing panties again.
“Yeah, baby. This is definitely turning you on.”
Again, I had no words. I only nodded in agreement and moved my hips to gain more friction to ease my ache.
Once the ring was bound to the rope, the man nodded to someone off stage and then the woman was lifted into the air. I watched as the man discarded his robe, ran his hand between her legs and then angled his body so he could enter her. She moaned, her back arched as he slid inside her. When the man began to thrust, Booker’s fingers pumped faster into me, matching the man’s pace. It was as though I was the one bound to the ceiling unable to move.
“I think I just found out what we’re doing next,” Booker said, low.
I turned my head slightly to him, my ass still grinding on his cock. “You know how to do this?”
“I do.”
His lips started to kiss along the slope of my neck. And that did it. I came in the dimly lit room as I thought about Booker tying me up, this time with rope and his mouth on my skin. I didn’t even care if people heard me.
Booker removed his hand from between my legs. “Ready?”
I nodded, and he took my hand, leading me out of the room.
