Page 104 of Breaking Free

“Brave, beautiful girl,” he murmured with affection. He also bent and took her lips in a seriously steamy kiss, which warmed her insides more than the curry. “Shall we go?”

Smiling up at him, she nodded. “We shall. Lead on, sir.”

TRISTAN HAD CALLEDahead and reserved a chain station at 9:30. When they arrived, the requested mat for the planned floor play, along with his storage chest of ropes and riggers’ bag, were all in place. The only thing left to do was to cut his rope and prepare his submissive, which he did in that order.

“Stand in the center of the mat,” he told her then, unable to resist, watched as Piper, looking stunning in her figure-hugging dark-green dress, did as he asked.

When he first saw her tonight, a seductress and an innocent rolled into one, especially with that damn bow at the small of her back drawing his gaze to her delectable round ass, his cock rose to attention. But that wasn’t unusual. He stayed hard around Piper, which, for his age and experience, was damn embarrassing.

Tonight, it was his tongue that was the problem. She’d been looking for reassurance, and he’d given her none, only that insensitive crack about her shoes and dress, or lack thereof. But she’d caught him off guard at dinner. She was under his skin, that was certain, but was he ready to revisit his past with her? He did it often enough in his dreams, as it was.

He didn’t need to take it out on her, however. Tonight, he swore he would focus only on her, being with her in the present. She was depending on him, and had enough shit going on with her stalker still out there and her big scene tomorrow. The last thing she needed was him adding to her stress.

Tristan walked to the control panel on the floor and hit the foot switch for the spotlight. Then he selected a color, bathing her in blue instead of the red he usually used during demonstrations. She was so damn beautiful, and his ropes would only enhance her natural assets. The dress had to go, however.

Moving up behind her, he ran his hands down her arms. “We’re ready to begin,” he murmured. “Hands up.”

She obeyed without question, slipping easily into the proper submissive headspace despite her nervousness. He pulled the dress over her head, leaving her in nothing but a tiny pair of matching green panties. He let her keep them while he took care of her upper body ties. First things first, though—her hair.

“We need to keep this out of the way,” he said, gathering the cascade of golden waves. “I enjoy seeing it down around your shoulders, but hair and rope don’t mix.”

While fashioning a braid, he tried to focus on his task, but it was difficult to overlook the way the strands clung to his fingers, as if with a will of their own, and how neither the satin pooled at her feet or her flawless smooth skin could compete with the silken texture.

The braid reached the center of her back when he finished and used the hair tie from his bag. Then he took her wrists and bound them behind her back with elbows bent. In minutes, he tied the most basicshinju.

Tonight, wasn’t about artistry, complex knots, or suspensions, what some mistakenly believed were the end-all be-all of shibari. And it wasn’t about introducing rope bondage to an audience. No. It was about helping Piper overcome her shyness about her body and showing her a different side of rope bondage—a sensual, erotic side.

“The panties go next,” Tristan whispered in her ear, giving her another chance to back out. He was beyond pleased when she nodded, and softly replied, “Yes, sir.”

With his thumbs in the waistband, he peeled them down her legs. When they were in a tangle around her ankles, he ordered, “Kick them off and spread your feet, like last night.”

She did this without hesitation. Obedient, and so brave, it was like a balm for his dominant soul.

He quickly fashioned a double-strand waist rope and measured the length remaining for three strategically placed knots. Dropping into a crouch in front of her, he brought the rope up between her legs and positioned a knot over her clit, her center opening, and the one between her cheeks in back.

Rising to his feet, he performed a quick visual check-in, ensuring everything was as it should be. A deep blush coloredher cheeks, her breath came in fast, shallow gasps, and he could see her pulse thrumming in her neck. The temptation to abandon his plan and claim her right then and there was overwhelming. Instead, he took a long, calming breath, trying to be the dom she needed rather than succumbing to his impulsive, unrestrained urges like a teenager. It did little to quell his desire. A cold shower might, but that wasn’t an option. Digging deep for control, Tristan braced himself for one of the most challenging scenes he’d undertaken.

“Kneel,” he directed her.

With her arms behind her back and the distracting crotch rope, it was no simple task. Grace and balance would come with practice. Rather than see her struggle, which some doms got off on—pricks the lot of them—he curled a hand beneath her elbow, supporting her as she lowered herself to the floor.

“For now, sit on one hip,” he instructed, with more rope and several more ties to go.

Despite his efforts to stay focused on the task at hand, frog tying her right leg—just another type offutomomo—he failed miserably. The bliss-filled sounds escaping her lips were too distracting, and he couldn’t ignore the distant expression in her half-closed eyes. Already, she was slipping into rope space. So inexperienced yet so responsive, and perfect for him in every way.

“Now roll to the other side,” he ordered, assisting when she tried but found it awkward. The second frog tie went as quickly as the first.

Piper looked so stunning in his ropes, all he could think about was sinking into her heat, and, with her bound securely, bringing them off together. But first, he had to see the current plan through to its end.

There was only one tie remaining, but she couldn’t possibly get into the position required on her own, so he lifted her ontoher knees, ass to heels. He tugged on her braid until her head fell back and she was looking up at him. The endorphin-laden heavy-eyed look on her beautiful face made it impossible not to kiss her. With his hands framing her face, he sealed his mouth over hers, his tongue sweeping inside greedily, when she opened eagerly for him.

Long, passion-filled moments later, he ended the kiss and completed his ties by securing her braid to the end of the crotch rope, not extremely tight but snug enough that if she moved her head in the slightest, the knots would glide over sensitive flesh.

Tristan rose and circled her, checking knots and circulation, then he stepped back to admire not his work but the stunning woman before him. With her head back, the vulnerable column of her throat exposed, her arched spine thrusting her breasts forward, body trembling with each hitching breath, she was a sight to behold.

“How are you doing, beautiful?”

“I’m good, sir. Except for the ropes—” Piper moved her head the slightest bit as she spoke, and he knew without asking, the knots were playing havoc with her equilibrium.

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