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Lowering herself to the ground, she watched Peter as he began to pull things out of his bag. Six bundles of rope piled up next to the frame she kneeled next to, followed by a blindfold and several impact toys. She worked to keep her focus on those and not the fact that he was about to take total control of this scene and her body. Her need to be in control of her own fate was nibbling at the edges of her mind, but she did her best to shut it out.

They had been having fun together, and he’d promised to take that fun and her pleasure to new heights tonight. Even though she was letting him take more control than he already had been, she still had the power to end things. That was the mantra she was repeating to herself when Peter dropped to one knee and grasped her chin.

“You’re stunning this way,” he said with a heated gaze.

Her nipples puckered as she gave him a small smile.

“I know from our conversations that you’ve been suspended a few times. We’re going to do that tonight. You’re going to fly for me.” He settled into a seated position behind her.

He ran his hands from her elbows to her shoulders and back down again before he reached for one of the hanks of rope. It was folded over on itself many times, with the folded end wrapped around the entire bundle to secure it. With a flick of his wrist, the bundle came undone, and he was holding a doubled over piece of rope.

To start, he pulled her hands behind her back and looped the rope around her wrists. When her hands were secure, he wrapped one arm around her, pulling her against him as he brought the length of remaining rope around her chest just above her breasts. Checking to make sure the rope was flat, he brought it back around the other way to lie under her breasts, which were quickly encased in tight bondage.

The rope flew with quiet whooshing noises as he brought it back and forth across her body. All the while, he never lost contact with her. There was always at least one hand touching her or he would press a kiss to her bare shoulder. When he had tied off the last knot, he helped her to her feet and stood in front of her.

“Nothing hotter than a woman’s breasts in rope.” His voice was husky, and a thumb grazed one of her nipples. He dropped his head and pulled one of the sensitive nubs into his mouth, sucking hard for a moment before he bent the rest of the way down and picked up another bundle of rope.

Soon, he had a line running from the bundle of knots at her back to the solid metal ring he’d hung from the frame. Her hips and thighs were also wrapped in a harness style tie that would help lift her into the air.

“Ready, baby?” he asked as he secured a second line of rope from her hips to the ring above.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Up on your tip toes,” he commanded. Her heels left the ground, and then he began tugging on the lines running through the ring. As the ground fell away from her, she let her eyes drift shut as she enjoyed the pressure of the rope digging into her, supporting her, as she floated mere inches from the floor.

Another tug and she was higher. Then he attached more rope to her ankles and pulled it through the ring, folding her legs so her feet rested on her bottom.

“How does that feel?”

“Good, Sir,” she answered breathlessly.

“Excellent, now the real fun can begin.” His voice was full of promise, as his hands roamed her body.

“Promises, promises,” Carrie teased.

He was standing between her bound legs, pulling them as far apart as the ropes would allow when she spoke. His hand found her clit and pinched until she yelped and then he was in front of her, pulling her head up by her hair so she was looking at him.

“That sounded an awful lot like sass, little one.” His free hand slid into his pocket and he pulled out a clothespin. “Since I’m a nice guy, I’ll give you one more warning, but next time, this goes on your tongue.” Then he clipped the wooden peg to his shirt pocket. Evil bastard putting it right where she could see it. She wanted to say just that, but she also didn’t want a clothespin on her tongue, so she refrained. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Better.” He winked and stepped behind her again. “I’m going to drive you mad, and then I’m going to fuck you until you scream.” He spread her legs, and something cupped her pussy. It wasn’t his hand. Then something entered her. Not quite big enough to be a dildo but big enough that she felt it. Whatever it was, stayed in place when he stepped away from her.

“What is that?” she whispered as her body swayed gently in the ropes.

“It’s a type of butterfly vibrator. Don’t worry, this one hasn’t been used on anyone before.”

Before she could respond, a low buzzing noise began, quickly followed by gentle vibrations against her clit and g-spot. It wasn’t terribly intense, but with as worked up as she’d already been throughout the evening, it was enough to bring her near the edge quickly. A whimper escaped her as she squeezed her eyes shut and leaned into her ropes, hoping the pain of the bindings cutting into her flesh would push the wave of pleasure back away from the cliff. It worked, but then he used a remote and turned it up higher.

“Fuck,” she cried as she willed herself not to orgasm. He was at her side now, and he reached beneath her and pinched a nipple. That was nearly her undoing. “Please,” she whimpered.

As soon as the word left her mouth, the vibrator turned off, and he loosened the line from her ankles a bit so her feet came away from her ass.

“I believe I told you not to ask for an orgasm.”

Something connected with her ass. It stung.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said through ragged breaths as the implement fell against her two more times.

When it clattered to the floor, the vibrator turned on high again and she cried out as she silently begged her body not to betray her. Just when she thought she was about to come, he stopped the vibrator again. He repeated this several more times until she was a shaking mess of mascara and tears. When he stopped the vibrator for what must have been the dozenth time, she yelled, “God fucking damn it. Let me come.”

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