Page 118 of Brie's Submission
“I will demonstrate the art of rope suspension.”
Brie opened her eyes and was surprised to see the auditorium full of trainers and students from both the submissive and Dominant classes. She hadn’t been aware of their arrival.
Tono continued speaking in his soothing voice as his hands ran over her body. “As with most activities, experience is essential. Nerve damage can result with suspension, so do not attempt without proper instruction.” Brie noticed that Tono had attached the large brass ring to chains above her. Through it, he had threaded the various strands of jute that bound her body.
“Kinbaku is an exacting method, but when done correctly the process will bind your submissive without pain.”
Tono addressed Brie. “Color, toriko?”
“Green.” She added in a whisper, “A lovely jute green.”
He smiled and then turned back to the audience. “Never leave your submissive alone once you have begun the binding process. You must also have EMT scissors ready, should you need to release them quickly.”
He gestured to the different points at which he had bound her. “The key is balance. To prevent damage, you must support the body.”
Tono looked down at Brie. “Are you ready to fly, toriko?”
She nodded, holding her breath as he took the ropes and began pulling her off the ground. The constriction increased as gravity took over. It felt as if the world suddenly dropped away from her, and she whimpered, “Tono…”
“Breathe,” he reminded her. He pressed his body against her so she could harmonize with him again. She closed her eyes and shut out the rest of the world as she reconnected with Tono. She felt him pull away and lift her higher, then the tugging and pulling began as he secured the ropes.
Brie kept her breaths slow and shallow as her body began floating within itself. She heard the sound of people clapping and realized that the pose he had created must look impressive.
“With your submissive bound like this, you are free to explore her sensuality without limitation.” He did something then that both surprised and pleased her. Tono grabbed onto the large brass ring and, using only his arm strength, pulled himself on top of her, his body lying lengthwise. The two were together in midair. His arm shook from the effort of supporting himself, but he smiled down at her. “And now I join you in your flight, toriko.” He leaned over and kissed her for a brief moment before lowering himself back down. It was so powerfully sexy; she wished he would do it again.
Instead, she felt him move between her legs and lift her wet thong out of the way. She moaned when his tongue made contact with her. She had thirsted for the gift of his mouth ever since their last time together. The moment he began lightly sucking on her clit, her body discharged the surge of orgasmic energy that had built up since their last meeting.
Brie mewed as her body tensed and relaxed in joyous release. She’d never come so fast before, but it did not dissipate like a normal climax. Instead, his constant suction demanded she fall deeper into the ocean of sensuality he had created. She willingly relaxed and let the ice-cold wave take her back to the place where desire meets otherworldliness.
His voice sounded distant, as if in a dream. “Come back to me.”
“Join me…” she whispered.
“Come back,” he repeated firmly.
She became aware of his hands trailing over her body. When she opened her eyelids, she was greeted by his smiling brown eyes looking down at her. He’d already set her back on the ground and was now undoing the larger bindings. Once she was free of them, he picked her up and carried her to the private room.
Instead of laying her on the bed, he sat on the floor with her and untied the rest of the jute. The feel of his hands was relaxing, slowly bringing her back into full awareness, although it was difficult to lose the rigidity of the jute—each release of rope felt like a loss of their connection.
“I didn’t want it to stop, Tono.”
He laughed softly. “You embraced it much faster and more fully this time, little slave.” When he pulled the last of the rope away, he traced the lines it had left on her skin. “I think the trails left behind are just as beautiful as the jute itself.”
She caressed his masculine jaw with her fingertips. “I love this.”
His gaze fell on her. “Kinbaku, or us?”
She opened her mouth to answer, but he stopped her. “Don’t answer. I should not have asked.”
He stood up, gathered the jute in one hand and held out his other to help her up. It was with great reluctance that she took his hand and left the tiny room. When she went to sit back down, she noticed a photo on her seat.
“What’s this?” she whispered to Lea.
“Tono said it was his inspiration for today’s demonstration.”
Brie looked at it closely and saw that it was a photo of her. The first one he had taken, in fact. Her hand was against her cheek as she looked at the camera with dreamy lust in her eyes. Looking at the photo instantly took her back to that day, to that specific moment in time with him.
This could be her life if she chose it…
