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“Naomi, that’s the part I need you to understand. Bondage, real bondage, does not begin with ropes knotted against skin. It begins here.” I pressed my fingertip to her forehead. “It is mental. It is a choice. A decision to give yourself over and be bound by the Dominant you choose. You are giving me a precious gift, and in return, I promise to give you what we have agreed upon. It’s one of the most beautiful exchanges of power that can exist. And it’s nothing like life here in Zion.” I willed her to understand my meaning as I spoke, my eyes searching hers.
After a moment, she nodded, understanding shining her bright green eyes. With a smile, l I continued.
“Wrists,” I commanded softly, flipping her hands over in mine and running my thumbs along the sensitive, thin flesh. “I am going to bind your wrists now, beautiful girl.”
I wrapped the band of paper around her upturned wrists, stapling the ends together with a loud snap. I expected her to laugh, but she stayed quiet, her eyes trained on her paper-bound wrists.
“On the bed,” I murmured against her forehead with a gentle kiss.
It was time to begin.
CHAPTER14
GIDEON
I helped her to the bed, scooting her back until she sat in the center of the soft mattress.
“Lay back, beautiful vixen.” My tone was deep and dark, weaving the web that I had perfected over years of practice.
“Legs spread,” I muttered, kneeling on the bed between her widening thighs. As she obeyed, I slowly ran my hands up the outside of her thighs, feeling along her soft skin.
“I feel like this paper is going to rip,” she murmured, eyeing her wrists warily.
“Then you had better be careful not to let that happen then, won’t you?” I teased, giving her a stern look. “Arms up over your head. Good, just like that. Now, stay exactly like this for me, vixen,” I commanded her. I moved off of the bed, grabbing several lengths of paper and quickly making a chain of the rings until I could tie each ankle to the bedposts, keeping her spread eagle before me.
“Now this is perfection. Be a good girl and stay still for me,” I ordered, watching as her eyes narrowed and her legs tensed. “Don’t you dare think about pulling and ripping that paper unless you want all of this to stop.”
“How did you know I was thinking that?” she asked, her narrowed eyes now directed towards me.
“Because I know you better than you think,” I teased right back, throwing her a wink. I let my eyes rove over her body, taking in every line and curve of her naked form. She squirmed beneath my gaze. How delicious.
My hands ran up her thighs once more, purposefully skipping past her apex as I moved towards her heaving breasts. I flicked the tips of my fingers over her nipples, watching as they grew stiff under my touch and her back arched. She pulled against the paper rings, but I did not pause. She had been told to be careful. What she did was her decision and her decision alone. As soon as the thin material started to pull, she relaxed back down, not ripping the paper whatsoever.
“Good girl,” I praised her with a smirk. My hands cupped her breasts, watching as she held herself still against the paper bindings carefully.
“Be still,” I reminded her firmly, my fingers pulling at her nipples, twisting and tugging them into stiff peaks. Her breath grew heavy, and she began panting as the arousal flooded her body.
Just as she began to rock her hips up, seeking friction against her core, I moved my hands lower, drawing out the movement in achingly slow strokes down her ribcage and past her stomach. Her cunt glistened with arousal, beckoning me forward. God, how I wanted to taste her, to let my tongue explore her depths, to drink in her essence and flick her sensitive clit with my tongue. The memory of her taste had my mouth watering.
My fingers played over her wet slit, barely brushing over her softness in featherlight strokes.
“Please, Gideon,” she begged softly.
“What was that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge. She had the decency to look embarrassed as she responded.
“Sir,” she corrected quickly. “Please, Sir.”
“What a good girl,” I teased her playfully, rewarding her by slowly parting her lower folds, opening her up for my gaze. “Christ, look how wet you are for me, little vixen!” If my mouth had watered for her taste before, it was now drooling, needing to taste her sweetness. Her clit glistened with moisture. My fingers slid over the tiny pearl, running tight circles over the nub as she whimpered under my touch.
She keened, gasping and arching as I increased my teasing — and almost ripped the paper.
“Oh fuck,” she swore under her breath. It took everything I had not to chuckle at her predicament. In reality, that’s what this was. Predicament bondage at its finest.
My fingers played along her core as I watched her struggle beautifully. My fingers slid inside of her heat, feeling her pulse around me. The feel of her inner warmth had my cock aching, wanting to fuck her ten ways to Sunday. With a deep breath, I steeled myself against the desire to simply take her, hard and fast. I had more willpower than that. She just made it fucking hard. Literally.
As my fingers made a hook, pressing against her g-spot, she almost ripped her restraints yet again. Her back arched, and she groaned so deeply it made my cock swell further.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I chided her playfully. “Do you want to rip the paper?” I asked her, knowing full well that she didn’t. She shook her head. I watched with pride in my chest as she took a deep breath, relaxing back against the bed, a look of sheer determination etched over her beautiful features.
