Page 96 of By Invitation Only
“You look sexy as fuck, baby.” She continued to stare at herself. “You know what’s good about this design?”
“What?” she asked, not looking away from the rope.
“You can wear it under your clothes.”
Her gaze finally met mine again. “What?”
“Just imagine you in court with this rope rubbing on your clit. Only you and I would know, and I would be hard as steel as I watched you squirm seeking release.”
“Sounds like torture.” She giggled.
“I’d take you to the nearest stairwell and give you what you wanted. The rope would rub against your clit, my mouth on your pussy, and at any moment someone could catch us.” Peyton’s chest started to move up and down.
“Does it turn you on to think of us getting caught?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “But we can never—”
“Shh,” I said, stepping closer to her back and whispered, “Just pretend. Pretend you’re arguing a case against me, and only you and I know what’s under your trousers. Imagine my dick getting hard as you bend over to pick up a pen you dropped because I know the bite of the rope is rubbing your clit and your trousers are soaked because you’re not wearing any knickers. Picture meaccidentlyrubbing against your arse as I walked by you, apologizing for getting in your way, though my body just caused the rope to rub harder.”
She didn’t say anything as our stares stayed locked on each other in the mirror. Her chest moved in a silent pant, and the smell of her arousal made my dick ache.
“If we couldn’t find a stairwell, I’d take you to my car, pull you into the backseat and pound into you. Still, at any moment someone could walk up beside my rocking car and catch us. Maybe they’d stare at us, getting hard themselves as the rope corset bit into your skin, and your moans filled my car. They’d watched as you came with my dick so far in you that you aren’t sure where you end and I—”
Peyton spun, knocking me into the wall as she jumped into my arms, her legs hooking around my hips. Her pussy ground into the fabric covering my cock. I held her up as she tore open my shirt, a few buttons coming loose and falling to the wood floor. Even though no one was watching, the thought of it turned her on. It was the same reaction when we’d used her headboard as a door knocker.
With our mouths still moving together I brought her to the bed and lay her down as she looked up at me with heat in her chocolate eyes—eyes that reminded me of hot, melting fudge.
“Fuck me, baby,” she whimpered.
Frantically, I discarded my clothes, grabbed a condom from the bowl, and sheathed myself. Peyton was laying on her back, her knees bent and spread. My canvas was complete.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said crawling on the bed toward her.
She smiled, and before she could respond, my lips descended on hers. She was sweet, tart and delicious, and I was one hundred and ten percent into this woman, my heart full.
“Please?” she begged.
I knew what she wanted, and I delivered. With one thrust I was inside her, her back arching off the bed and the rope rubbingbothof us. I brought her leg up, slipping my hand under her thigh. As I pumped into her, my hand cupped her arse and spread her wider. My mouth pressed into her neck and sucked as my hips rocked, meeting the end of her.
Peyton moaned. Her hands ran through my blond hair, down my back and she cupped my arse, grabbing it and pressing us closer together. The moment her pussy tightened around my dick, a current ran through my veins and we both groaned our release. It was fast, wild and rough, and left us breathing hard.
We lay connected, both of us catching our breaths. “So you like the rope?” I teased.
She chuckled. “I guess I do.”
My lips brushed over hers, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth. I sucked, wanting to taste her more, but I knew she needed a break. The first time with Shibari could be intense. It didn’t matter if she was only in a corset design. After she reflected on what had happened, we could talk about doing more patterns, including hanging in the air like she’d witnessed tonight.
“I’ll be right back. I want to show you something.” She nodded and I got off the bed. After I’d cleaned up, I returned to her side and reached out my hand. “Come here.”
Peyton didn’t hesitate as she placed her hand in mine. I helped her to her feet, and then slowly untied the rope. Once it was off, I took her hand again and led her to the balcony. Her steps faltered before we exited the room.
“What’s wrong?”
“Can anyone see us?”
I turned, placed my hands on either side of her face and held her eyes. “They can if they look up here. Don’t forget people are doing their own thing.”
“What if we see Randy and Lorelei? What if they seeusnaked?”
