Chapter Thirteen
Jordan
Rather than demand Natalie relax, I lifted one of her small feet into my hands and rubbed her sole with my thumbs. She let out a sigh, filling the silence of the church as I massaged up to her toes, then to her ankle.
“Close your eyes, love,” I murmured. “Just feel.”
What I had planned didn’t require a contract, a discussion of health concerns or triggers that might set her off—or clam her up. Simple sensory play, prolonging her arousal, her need for release, would intensify her c****x once I allowed it.
I’d been pleased at her request to be bound, but I had no plans to strap her tight, making her unable to move if she wished.
The tension eventually left her thighs, but not enough they parted for me to see the pink petals between. Wetness smeared the insides o
