Page 20 of Blinded
She looked at him warily. “Pictures? What sort of pictures? Why?”
“Just some pictures for you and me to enjoy.” GT’s eyes brightened. “If you love them, you can put them on Fetlife, but that’s your decision.”
“Will I be recognizable?”
He blasted her with a megawatt smile. “To me, you will, but I won’t include your face in the pictures.”
The prospect of being able to see herself in his ropes was alluring, and before she knew it, she was nodding her consent.
“Excellent!” GT rose from the couch and placed his phone on the table so it would be handy for the pictures. “I’ll delete any pictures you don’t like right away.”
“Would you mind using my phone for the pictures instead? It’s not that I don’t trust you,” Sandra hurried to add, “but this way I have control of the photos.”
“Sure. One phone is as good as another,” GT said. Sandra scrambled to grab her phone from the kitchen bar, while GT put his away in his bag. “I’ll get my ropes while you take off all your clothes and sit on the rug, please.”
Once Sandra was naked, she became hyperaware of the sounds and sensations around her. The wooden floor beneath her feet, the wave of fresh air against her bare pussy, and the rustle of fabric as she folded her clothes all seemed more intense than usual.
GT returned with several lengths of asanawa, the natural hemp he preferred over the fancy colored ropes some riggers used. He held out his hand in invitation, and she padded over to the rug. GT helped her get down on the carpet, but he placed her in a half lotus, rather than her usual kneeling position. Once she was settled, he stroked her hair for a long time. Sandra relaxed into his strokes as her mind quieted, and her breathing slowed to match his. His hands stroked lower as he worked down her body and over her legs. Heat radiated from her pussy and her nipples puckered as she anticipated either the restrictions of his ropes or the intimate touch of his fingers.
He tied a knot around her left ankle and moved her leg, so the sole of her foot was flat on the rug. He looped the rope three times around her leg. When he started working on the knots, Sandra recognized a leg tie. When he was finished, he didn’t start on the other leg as she expected but pushed her knee against her torso. He gathered her hands and made her hug her bound leg and looped a new line over her wrists several times before securing it and winding the rest around her torso, arm, and leg. Sandra was in the blissful state only Kinbaku could put her in, when GT rose and retrieved her phone. The clicking of the camera app sounded far, far away.
GT cuddled Sandra against his chest, painfully aware of his erection. Sandra was oblivious to his problem and snuggled against his chest. Although they’d made significant progress in connecting on the deeper level needed for Kinbaku, he hadn’t succeeded in pushing past her remaining resistance. GT wondered if they needed to have sex to breach her last barriers. Did he have to penetrate her body to penetrate her mind? What was holding her back? Did she still hold their past against him?
GT sighed. Too many questions and no goddamn answers. Something needed to give, though, or she might not want to continue after their trial was over. GT gave her a piece of the chocolate he’d brought and contemplated his next move.
“You’re beautiful tonight,” he told her. “Stunning. I couldn’t wish for a more perfect jujun'na. Did you enjoy yourself, hana?
“Name is – Sandra – not Hannah,” Sandra mumbled drowsily.
GT chuckled. “Hana means flower in Japanese.” He pressed a kiss on her hair and pulled her tighter against him. “You’re a beautiful flower to me, and your skin is soft like rose petals.”
Sandra mumbled something unintelligible.
“Are you still mad at me, hana? Hate me still?”
She tried to burrow closer and was silent for a long time. Hadn’t she heard his questions?
When her answer finally came, it caught him off guard. “Don’t hate you, you’re just too perfect.”
He smirked. “Too perfect?”
Sandra nodded against his chest in the slow and decisive way a drunk would. In a way, she was drunk, not on alcohol, but on hormones, and he was a bastard for questioning her. Him, perfect? GT bit back a snort.
“Perfect son-in-law material. Mustn’t fall. Mustn’t…” her voice trailed off, and GT didn’t press for more.
He mulled over her words in his head for a long time as he waited for Sandra to return from subspace. Content with cuddling her despite his insistent cock, he slowly rocked her like a child. From time to time, GT pressed kisses on her hair and told her how well she’d done and how thankful he was for her trust. When she started to stir, he fed her some more chocolate. Besides sugar for energy, the treat provided mild opiate and cannabinoid effects and he preferred it for aftercare. Luckily most women liked chocolate and Sandra was no exception. Slowly he coaxed her back, Sandra’s movements became less sluggish as she regained control over her body.
When she lifted her head and tipped it back to look at him, GT sighed but forced a smile. It was time to end the snuggling, for him to head home and release some sexual frustration in the shower. He wasn’t looking forward to leaving her, but he knew she wouldn’t let him stay.
He stroked a lock of hair from her face. “How are you doing, hana?”
“I’m fine, Sir.” She smiled sleepily. “I enjoyed it.”
“I did, too. You were beautiful.” He helped her off his lap but kept his hands around her waist until she was steady on her feet.
“I wish I could have seen it for myself.” She isn’t running on all cylinders yet.
“You can, hana.” He stroked her hips, enjoying the closeness. He wanted to prolong this moment and continued touching her. “Remember, I took pictures?”
