Bound For Love

Chapter 7

Withdrawing his fingers he smacked her ass on both cheeks, a resounding slap that left hot, red marks and made her cry out with pleasure.

"You are so hot tonight," he murmured as he urged her upright again. "I'd like to think it's anticipation, but I'm guessing you spend a little time teasing yourself before you left home." He cupped her chin and forced her to look at him. "Am I right here?"

She just blinked but when he pinched one n****e, hard, she gasped out, "Yes. I'm sorry, but I did."

"Couldn't wait until you got here?" He pinched the hard bud again.

Pain mixed with pleasure flashed in her eyes. "I was...anticipating our evening together."

"And did you expect to be punished for it?"

He knew she did. It was a game they played, the lure of the punishment more arousing for her than anything he could do to her. By the time she arrived at his place, the thought of what would be waiting for her had her teetering on the edge of climax.

"Yes, Sir." She ran her tongue over her full lower lip. "I have been very bad, Master. I deserve whatever punishment you choose for me."

He almost laughed at the heated desire in her eyes.

"Very well. Stand in place."

He strode to the wall where he had various lengths of rope coiled and hanging on hooks, adjusting the fabric of his pants as he moved. They were barely into the evening, and already he was harder than stone.

But it isn't Gina who's doing it to me.

Damn it! Even as he touched and teased the woman before him, his mind was filled with imagined images of Jenna Clary, naked and bound, waiting for his pleasure. f**k. With superhuman effort he forced his attention back to the here and now. He lifted one of the longer lengths of rope and carried it back to where Gina waited for him. He took a long moment to study her body before he began the intricate process of winding the rope around her in a precise design.

Am expert had instructed him in shibari long ago, and he'd become fascinated by the possibilities. It was a combination of the helplessness of the sub and the pressure of the elaborate knots in strategic places that captured his interest. His sub was completely at his mercy. He could administer other forms of punishment, and any effort she made to twist or turn in the webbing caused friction in spots like her clit and the hot crevice between the cheeks of her ass.

Gina stood submissively as he began the complicated pattern. The first time he'd bound her, she'd become so aroused, she'd been unable to control her orgasm. Now, each time, as soon as she walked into the room, her eyes went immediately to the lengths of rope hanging on the wall.

There was a hook on a chain descending from the ceiling immediately above where Gina stood. Often, he wound the rope around her arms, pulling them straight over her head and tying the end off to the hook. It raised her just enough that, even with shoes, she had to stand on tiptoe, slightly off balance.

Tonight he pulled her arms behind her, arranging them so her palms cupped her elbows, and began to weave the rope back and forth to fasten them tightly in place. As he did, he felt Gina relax rather than tense against the restraint. She was one of those people for whom forced immobilization was often liberating. As he drew the length of the rope around her waist and up between her legs, the rich scent of her musk tantalized his nostrils. Soon she would descend into what some called "rope space," and she would have given over complete control to him. He would lap his fill while he ordered her not to move at all.

"Can you feel it, girl? All those sensations you love so much?" As he spoke to her, he created a large knot and pressed it directly against her clit. He took advantage of the opportunity to tug on the clit ring at the same time, heat rushing through his balls at sound of the soft moans whispering from between her lips.

"Y-Yes, Master. T-Thank you."

He paused in his weaving, stopping directly in front of her to study her face. Her eyes already had that faraway look, an indication she was indeed falling into some level of subspace.

"Don't think I've forgotten the punishment you earned for playing with yourself at home."

"I-I hope not," Gina stammered, her words slightly slurred.

Satisfaction rolled up through Dylan's body. The ability to lead her into subspace was almost as rewarding as the responses he coaxed from her.

Spreading the lips of her p***y, he made sure the knot sat squarely on her clit, right over the ring, before pulling the rope tight and winding it in a complicated design around back of her thighs. He stared at her for a moment, taking in the sight of her rosy-pink flesh, wet with her juices, and that tiny piece of gold jewelry winking at him. On impulse, he went back to his cabinet, fished around until he found what he wanted, and brought back a length of very thin twine.

"You'll like this. I promise."

Her gaze locked with his before she looked down to see what he was doing. He lifted the knot just enough to reach the ring piercing her delicious flesh, threaded the twine through the clit ring then tied it tightly and wrapped it around the knot, tying it again.

Gina tried to squeeze her thighs together but he tied her in such a way that made it impossible for her. She groaned, a mixture of pleasure and frustration. Dylan swallowed a smile. He loved to see her like this.

Pressing a hand on her shoulder he urged her down to her knees, nudging her legs wide apart with his foot. A few more twists and turns, and he had the rope firmly affixed in place, ankles pressed to the backs of her thighs but her legs spread wide. Her breasts peeked out from the circular arrangement he created, the rope wound in layers around each one. He tugged on the n****e ring, eliciting another soft gasp from her.

"I want you by that chair over there." He pointed to a lounger he kept in the room. It worked well for a number of different purposes.

She looked up at him, puzzled. "Like this?"

He nodded. "You can do it. You know how."

And she did. It wasn't the first time he'd bound her in exactly this pattern. He'd been pleased at how much she'd enjoyed and responded to her introduction to shibari. For him, it was the ultimate in erotic games. There was so much you could do with a rope.

"Cowboys should know," she'd teased him. "Rope me up and tie me down."

He had, and the intense orgasms he'd given her had given him a lot of satisfaction. His sub's pleasure was always paramount to him.

"Do exactly as I tell you, and the result will be worth it," he always told them.