The chains rattled on my wrists, my body tensing as my hearing picked up the sounds of his movements. I swallowed hard, then gasped as he took a fistful of my hair in one large hand. He tugged. My head tilted. I groaned as my depths tightened. All I could do was clench my fists around my chains and bite my lip. His smirk was audible.
A few easy movements of his free hand snapped open my jeans. I shivered at the icy touch of his fingers. His chin pressed into my shoulder, his securing hand forcing me to meet his orangey-golden gaze. I was completely at the mercy of his probing touch, getting progressively wetter. My eyelids shuddered and I moaned more.
He smirked. “Music,” he prided. “Perfect music.”
He started playing me so bad...
I breathed hard, my chest heaving beneath my white top. Staring him in the eyes felt like a dare. Dangerous and stupid. He could so easily break me with little more than a flinch. Another swallow bolstered my courage.
“How do you do this to me?” I managed to stay even voiced.
He chuckled, forcefully holding me still and leaning my face close. “Because you want me to. Your body is aching for it.”
I couldn’t deny it, so I said nothing.
His fingers flexed. I moaned desperately, biting my lip.
“I wonder,” he mewed, pressing his lips to my throat, “how long until you’re begging me to be inside you?”
I tried to be defiant. “I... I can last longer than last time...”
“After all this time apart?” He shook his head. “Oh, my love, I really would be surprised.”
Another flex. Another gasping moan. He was right. I wouldn’t last long, my need for him burning in me.
“Let’s try something a little different,” he decided, his grasp on my hair easing as his other hand let me go. I’ll admit, I was a little disappointed.
I watched as he carefully unlocked my wrists from the shackles, my right first, then my left. Rubbing my wrists, I turned as he stood over me, his golden eyes blazing into my steel blue ones. Another hard swallow and a sharp shaking breath rattled my chest. He really was stunning.
“Take your tops off,” he instructed me.
Biting my lip, I obeyed with only the slightest hesitation. He stopped me as I tugged the hem of my white t-shirt up over my flat midriff.
“Slowly,” he purred through that sultry smirk, his fangs gleaming.
Without a word, I complied again. I was deliberate about stripping, taking a little pleasure in watching him study my movements. It took a full three minutes for me to fully remove my shirt and singlet, leaving me in only my bra.
A little smirk of my own tugged at my lips as I the strain of his arousal before me. It was hotter than I thought. My hands worked the hooks of my bra and I wrapped one arm in front of my modest breasts. Casting the dark blue, white laced bra aside, I fingered the fly of my jeans. He was up in an instant, his hands capturing my wrists.
“No, no,” he said. “Leave your jeans.”
“You don’t want me to strip all the way?” I asked, tilting my head and looking him in the eyes.
He grinned and pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m a man who likes to do some of the work myself. Besides, I am so looking forward to taking my sweet time with you, my girl.”
That comment made me shiver.
“Turn around. Arms behind your back,” he directed calmly before moving away. “Don’t move or turn around. If you do, I’ll have to punish you, sweetheart.”
Slowly, I turned from him and let my wrists cross at the small of my back. The room was cool, but that was just because it was deep beneath the house. If I hadn’t seen the way down there for myself, I wouldn’t have believed that that room was bordered by stone walls. Like a crypt. I shivered at that thought. No matter how many times he brought me to that room and plush it had been setup, I still cringed at the fact that we were in a miniature catacomb. There was something really disturbing about that. Especially with the tunnel he’d showed me that actually did lead to the mausoleum on the other side of the grounds.
I nearly jumped as his hands caressed my bare back, one finger tracing down my spine. I swallowed back and lifted my head, trying not to appear scared.
“Relax,” he whispered into my ear. “You know you’re safe with me, baby. I’ll never cause you harm.”
I glanced back through my hair tentatively. “I know. I’m just... nervous...”
He kissed my neck, driving desire into me. “I know, baby. But you trust me. Don’t you?”
“With my life.”
“Then, relax. I promise you’ll enjoy this.”
Taking in a few slow, deep breaths, I urged my body to comply. He wasn’t using his influence, so my emotions were a little more untamed than normal, but I knew that wouldn’t remain. He was saving that pleasure for later. I shivered just thinking about it.
A smooth nylon rope began to secure my wrists. The slithering of its length on my skin was delightful and so sensual. It made every nerve ending it touched flare. I couldn’t help a gasp of pleasure as I felt the knot inside grow.
He was deliberate in every move, making sure that I felt more and more with every touch. His hands were well practiced, tracing the shapes of my arms as he applied his art. Shibari was an artistic love of his. He really did adore roping me. My arms tightened against each other, pressure building in my shoulders. I groaned out again. This felt so good in a way I hadn’t expected. Who knew something so sensory could do so much?
Another length was added, encircling each of my upper arms in intricate loops. He entrapped my sternum with the same length, securing me firmly. I half expected him to wrap my shoulders and frame my chest, but he didn’t. He simply wound a few strands around my midriff, bound my arms, and tied the final knot.
“There,” he breathed against my throat, hot against my skin. “Perfect. You really are a wonderful canvas, girl.”
“Th...thanks...” I murmured, my chest heaving and my fingers flexing.
“That’s a little informal,” he cupped my throat with one hand as the other caressed and teased my belly.
I was hard up against his chest, my hands close to his growing desire. I could feel it. But right now I was more focused on his right hand toying with my smooth skin.
“Maybe I shouldn’t reward you like I was planning...” he mused.
I shuddered and shook my head. “Please... please don’t make me beg... please...”
I felt him smirk against my ear. “Such desperation. But can you remember how you’re supposed to refer to me, girl?”
I swallowed back and whispered: “Y-yes... Master...”
“Good girl,” he prided.
A moment later I was on my back on the bed, dizzy and dazed. He’d moved me three feet and turned me to face him so incredibly fast. I was trying to regain my equilibrium as he was positioning pillows under my shoulders and hips to take the pressure off my arms. He wasn’t lying when he’d promised to take care of me.