Page 15 of Blinded
Sandra stared in his eyes, looked from his hand that covered hers, and back to his face. She seemed at a loss for words, but he sure wasn’t going to tell her how much he liked that, or how he would have loved the verbal smack-down she would give him if he did. When they’d established a middle ground, he could antagonize her and enjoy sparring with her as well as her blazing eyes. GT could admit to himself it was part of the reason he’d kept annoying her during therapy sessions, even after he understood how good she was at her job. He slowly stroked his thumb back and forth in a soothing motion over the hand he was still cradling. He didn’t want to irritate her right now; he wanted to lure her into his web of ropes and bind her.
“W– what are you doing?” Sandra stammered, her eyes trained on the movement of his finger.
“Touching you,” he said with a smile that turned wicked as he continued, “I touched you more intimately less than thirty minutes ago.”
“So it was you,” she stated.
He hummed. So Sandra had recognized him. I wonder how? “Yes, we had a scene together. Was it as good for you as it was for me?”
She looked up at him with wide eyes. It looked like he’d shocked her again. Don’t smirk! He repeated the mantra a couple of times in his head.
She narrowed her eyes and tried to pull her hand away from him. “Are you making fun of me?”
“Sweetheart, I’d rather have fun with you,” he replied smoothly. He liked how she read him and didn’t take any bullshit. She was the perfect woman – a medical professional who could understand his need to work, sophisticated enough to accompany him to social events, smart enough to spar with, and so sweetly submissive when bound. His dick had been hard from the moment he’d walked into the room and found her kneeling – her head submissively down but a little cocked, like she was straining to hear. Now the blasted monster was trying to burst his zipper. He adjusted his stance, but it did little to alleviate the pressure, and GT resigned himself to suffer through. This meeting wasn’t about sex, no matter how much he wanted to sink deep into her warm and wet pussy. Her taste still lingered on his lips, and his tongue involuntarily swept his bottom lip. Her eyes followed the movement and widened. Ah, good, she is interested – even if she won’t admit it.
“I know I have to make amends for how I treated you, but am I right that you’re interested in becoming a jujun'na?” She scrunched her face in apparent confusion at his use of the Japanese word. “It’s Japanese for submissive and what we Nawashi or Kinbaku masters call our rope bunnies.”
Understanding dawned in her eyes and something like – was that longing, or was it his desire making it up? “I must admit I’m intrigued by rope bondage,” she answered slowly, and GT wanted to fist-pump the air. She cocked her head as she studied him. “I thought it was called Shibari, what does Kinbaku mean?”
“Shibari simply means ‘tied up,’ Kinbaku is the actual BDSM variety – its literal meaning is ‘tight binding,’” GT explained, happy she showed interest. “Japanese use both terms for the art of rope bondage, but I prefer Kinbaku.”
“How come you know so much about it?” Sandra had lost her baffled expression and looked genuinely engaged.
“I lived in Japan from my ninth until my sixteenth birthday. My parents were cardiologists and researched why Japanese had less heart diseases than other developed countries. When I got fascinated with rope, I returned to Japan for a while to learn from the best.” GT indicated an empty table, and after a barely visible nod, she slid off her perch and followed him. He made sure she was seated before he leaned an elbow on the table and began to tell her about his training.
He trained with one of the best Japanese bondage artists in the world? Sandra couldn’t believe it. She had spent hours looking at videos and pictures Takeshi Saito posted on Fetlife, and here was a man who had learned his skills from him. A man who wanted to play with her. Normally, she would have jumped to the chance, but with GT Lewis? Could she do it?
“Why do you want this? I don’t like you. I’m pretty sure you don’t like me, either.” The words had left her mouth before she thought. Damn subspace – her usual diplomacy had gone out the window, it seemed.
His look was predatory– damn, if that didn’t turn her on. Bad body, we don’t like him, remember! “I like you in my ropes.” He continued with a cocky smile, “You enjoyed yourself, too.”
“Well, yes, but that was before I knew it was you,” she snapped, irritated by his arrogant demeanor.
He didn’t so much as flinch at her verbal jab. “Look, Sandra. I was a jerk, and I’ve admitted it. I can only say I’m sorry and promise I’ll try to behave better.” He smiled ruefully before adding, “But I’ll probably screw up once in a while.”
Like that, he showed her the human beneath the gruff, arrogant and infuriating surgeon, and Sandra’s dislike for him dissolved like a muscle knot under steady pressure. She swirled her index finger over the rim of her glass as she thought about what he’d said. Sandra couldn’t hang onto resentment for a long time and he’d apologized, so she’d forgiven him. She could experience Shibari – no, she should call it Kinbaku – from a Master, with him. What did it matter they didn’t get along outside of the club, anyway? It wasn’t like she would bring him home for Sunday dinner. She suppressed a shudder at the thought. All her mother would see was his position, and Gisela would be planning a wedding before they’d even finished the entree. Ugh, great incentive to never introduce him to my parents!
Sandra had no idea how long she was lost in her thoughts, but when she looked at him, he was patiently waiting for her to make up her mind. A point in his favor. Do I want to give this a chance? “Okay, presuming for the moment I would agree to a try-out, what do you have in mind?”
“A try-out?” He narrowed his eyes and stroked his thumb back and forth over his bottom lip. “We already had the try-out when we had our blind date scene. What I’m asking is for something more involved. How about we have a trial of three months?”
“What would a trial look like?”
“I’m thinking of meeting three or four times a week for practice and play. Maybe we could have dinner now and then? I insist on being exclusive. I don’t want to see another man’s marks on you.”
Sandra’s mind reeled. He was way more serious about this than she’d anticipated. “Umm, I was more thinking about meeting at Club Indigo once a week.”
“Oh, no, that won’t do. Kinbaku is a skill which needs to be honed by doing it often. We need to build a strong connection to have the sessions be fulfilling for both of us. We can’t accomplish that meeting once a week. Besides, we’d only have about twelve sessions together and that’s not enough to decide if we want to continue.”
Sandra shot him a skeptical look.
“Believe me, Sandra.”
“I can agree on three months of being exclusive and playing on Friday and Saturday at Club Indigo.” She didn’t want him to take over her life.
GT shook his head. “Won’t do. How about Wednesday evening from five-thirty, Friday night until Sunday morning.”
“What? No way. I will not spend my entire weekend with you!”
