Page 78 of Breaking Free

“One last thing.” He ran his hand down the length of her hair, fingers combing gently. “I have a slight obsession with long hair. Perhaps it’s because I lack it myself. Yours, with its blend of gold and honey blonde in the waves, is stunning and I can’t resist.”

He deftly braided her hair, fastening it with a knot that he tethered to her bound feet as well. Now all she could do was wiggle her fingers and toes. Helpless and at his mercy, her heart raced. The vulnerability she felt would have been scary if it weren’t for the power of a single word and her trust in him to honor it.

Piper heard his footsteps on the tiled floor, his hand grazing her body as he circled the table.

“Is anything pinching or too tight?”

She had to gather her thoughts before responding. It seemed like every inch of her was alive with sensation. Certainly, the position was unusual, but from the steady tug on her hair to the snugness of the ropes coiled around her, and the slight roughness against her skin, nothing was overly uncomfortable.

Without thinking, she shook her head and yelped, more from surprise than pain, at the more forceful pull on her hair. Even that slight movement tugged her ankles, which pulled on her wrists with everything interconnected.

At the end of the table, Tristan halted and rested on his forearms, bringing himself eye to eye with her. Despite the predicament she found herself in, she couldn’t ignore the transformation. His face, usually etched with a grumpy frown, now radiated an openness and animation that she hadn’t seen since the night of the demonstration. And, heaven help her, it made him even more attractive.

“Did I mention you should try not to move?”

“I kinda guessed that,” she said, eyes fixed on his. “That was on reflex. I’m literally in knots because of you.”

The lip twitch happened again. So close!

“We have another name for this position. You might be familiar with it.”

“Oh?”

“Did you have livestock on your farm in Iowa?”

“Yes. Cows, chickens, horses, and—” It finally hit her, and she gasped. Dear heavens, he didn’t actually...

“You’re in a hogtie, sweet Piper. Only it’s shibari-style, and you look absolutely stunning.” Her breath caught in her throat when he leaned in and his lips brushed hers. “Are you ready for what comes next?”

“You mean there’s more?” What else could he possibly tie? Her eyelashes?

He stood up and moved out of her line of sight. His laughter, a deep, resonant sound, enveloped her. It was exactly as she had imagined—wonderful. It also came with a twinge of disappointment. Since she hadn’t seen him do it, she’d missed his smile.

She couldn’t bask in it for long, however. Not expecting it, she let out a yelp of alarm when he flipped her onto her side. But he soothed her with his touch, lightly stroking her cheek before exploring further.

His fingers trailed over her breasts and down her belly. When they reached the juncture of her legs, he didn’t hesitate before slipping his hand under the band of her panties and dipping two fingers into the warm, wet place in between. The rope around her thighs made it a snug fit, but he quickly located her clit. In a state of arousal since he’d said, “Hop on up,” she almost flew off the table.

“Easy,” he whispered, as he bent and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking as he played with her bound body. While continuing to tease her clit with his thumb, he glided two fingers into her center. Piper frantically moved her hips, seeking more, as Tristan moved to the other breast and the other hard nipple. He swirled his tongue around the tip before sipping it between his lips.

He didn’t linger long. With an impatient groan, he stood, and she heard his zipper.

“Tonight, I’m not being noble and waiting.” With his erect, latex-covered cock heavy in his hand, he brushed the tip over her lips.

When she eagerly opened, he slid his length along her tongue. Piper sucked greedily, but that’s about all she could do or pull her hair out. He understood this and cupped the back of her head, holding her still as he pumped slowly in and out of her mouth. And the whole time, his fingers never ceased playing with her pussy.

Everything about it, the ropes, his touch, the taste of him—cherry was unexpected—and their shared passion brought her quickly to the brink of ecstasy. She tried to wait for him to catch up, but his intimate touch sent waves of pleasure rippling through her. She tried to keep up her end, sucking between gasps, but she couldn’t, and she came, her moans muffled by his cock.

As her body trembled and shuddered, he withdrew with a guttural groan, replaced her mouth with his hand, and quickly finished himself into the condom the club rules required him to wear.

Lost in the moment, neither noticed that the live music had ended, and the playroom had filled up or that they’d drawn a crowd until an observer called, “Nothing like a happy ending to an excellent hogtie, Master Tristan.” Some laughed, and many applauded, while others murmured their approval.

Piper looked up at Tristan, his wide eyes reflecting her own shock at the powerful connection they shared so that everything else blurred into the background.

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