Page 37 of Sinful Restraint

chapter thirteen

When we reached my bedroom,I picked up the contract from the dresser and skimmed it, noting that she was on birth control. I had already included a clean bill of health for me, Storm, and Titan, and she’d included hers, too … not that that shit would have stopped us from havin’ her.

Yet, the black box next to it caused me to pause. “What’s this?” I asked her, earning me a sheepish grin as she nibbled her bottom lip.

“Everything in it includes what I want you to do to me now that I signed the consent form.”

I clenched my jaw as I opened it, one item sticking out right away. An item she had no idea was so perfect for me.

I slammed the lid back on the box, and walked into my bathroom with her following behind me. “Take your clothes off and leave them on the tile.”

She raised a curious eyebrow, but did what I said, her beautiful breasts calling out to me, making me suck each nipple before she finished undressing, her pussy winking at me as she stood there. She even removed her head scarf even though I ain’t tell her to, but I’d let it slide this time.

When she was done, I undressed as well, letting her soak in my tattoos as I secured my locs into a better ponytail, then pushed the second door open in my bathroom that I was sure she thought was just a regular cabinet.

“Walk inside and stand in the middle of the room under the nine-foot triangular suspension frame,” I told her, her shaky gasp music to my ears as her bravado slipped when she observed the space.

“There is only one window in here.” I walked around the edge of the room, anxious to get to work. “Mainly special mood and uplighting. I designed it that way on purpose. And there is nothing on the floor in here. That’s also done on purpose.” Stepping back into her orbit, I inhaled her scent before going around the room and pressing three buttons that released three ropes from the ceiling.

My eyes stayed locked on hers, but she still held my gaze, waiting for me to tell her what to do like the good girl that she was.

I exhaled slowly, forcing my control back into place. “You’re silent now, but you want to push me, don’t you?” I murmured, trailing my fingers down her arm. “You want to know just how dark I can be.”

She shivered beneath my touch, and for the first time, I saw the moment she decided tofullysurrender herself to me.

I moved back behind her, close enough to feel her warmth and the tension rolling off of her. She was trying to play brave by standing tall like I wasn’t about to completely unravel her.

“Have you ever experienced Shibari before?” I asked, reaching for the black rope first.

She shook her head. “No”

“But in the black box, you included a piece of rope.”

She visibly swallowed. “I did that because I’ve never been tied up before and I read that you like that in The Primal Fetish Paradox.”

“Hmm.” My smirk was devilish. “Let’s fix that now.” I ran the black rope through my hands in preparation. “Shibari is a form of Japanese rope bondage. But it ain’t just about tyin’ someone up. There’s an art to it. Every knot, every wrap, and every pull is meant to control your body, your breathing, and your blood flow, turning pain into beauty.”

I moved around her slowly, watching the way her pupils tracked my every movement.

“It’s not some cheap kink shit,” I said, brushing the rope across her bare shoulder, watching her skin pebble up beneath its touch. “This is about trust and discipline. You give me your body, and I’ll show you what it means to really let go.”

She didn’t answer, just looked up at the suspension frame and ropes in silent anticipation.

I grabbed her wrists, rough but controlled, and raised them above her head. “If you move without my permission, if you speak without being told to, or if you fight this rope, youwillregret it. Understood?”

She nodded once, her lips parted.

“Nah,” I growled, stepping in close, gripping her chin. “You betta say that shit wit’ yo’ chest.”

“I understand,” she stated confidently.

A smirk filled my face. “Good girl.”

Her eyes narrowed at those two words that seemed to subdue her even more. The next rope slid over her skin tight and precise, the crimson color lookin’ beautiful against her rich mahogany complexion. I wrapped her arms, chest, and thighs, each pass of the cord a silent command that she was not in control anymore.

As I worked, I spoke low in her ear, keeping my tone predatorily calm. “See, out there? You can run that slick little mouth all you want, testin’ me like you don’t know who the fuck I am. But in here? This is my world, Ri. You breathe ’cause I allow it. You come when I say it. And if you step outta line,” I pulled the third gray rope hard as a final lock in place, forcing her body up into the frame, “then I’ll make damn sho’ you feel every second of your punishment.”

She gasped, suspended in the air and helpless, trembling and quiet.She’s in shock.And I loved that shit.

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