Page 71 of Gideon
“What purpose does that serve?” I answered, noting the way my own voice had deepened, becoming husky with the beginning tinges of arousal.
“It will make you feel,” he all but purred in response, his eyes alight with desire.
“I’m ready,” I whispered, unable to look away.
“Do you have questions about any of the other items?” he asked, his hand reaching for the items he had brought, but his eyes unwavering from my own.
“Fun sex toys? I don’t know what half of them are, but I trust you, Gideon,” I stated, taking his hand in my own. “I trust you and I trust this. I want to explore.”
His eyes seemed to darken as his desire sparked into a flame before my very eyes.
He closed the door to the bedroom, then turned to look at me. His hands clasped behind his back and I watched him seemingly don his dominant persona. His expression turned serious, and he leveled me with a gaze. Gone was Gideon, the husband I sassed and bickered with. Before me stood Gideon, the rope Dom extraordinaire. It was sexy as hell. My thighs rubbed together as I felt myself clench low in my stomach at the sight.
“Stand.” One simple word from him, inthattone, had butterflies swarming in my belly. I took a deep breath, not from nerves, but from excitement, and stood before him.
“I want you to mirror my stance,” he instructed firmly. I looked him over, noting how he stood with feet shoulder-width apart. His hands clasped loosely behind his back and his shoulders stayed back and straight. I mimicked him, posing myself in the exact same way.
He slowly walked around my form, almost as though he were inspecting me.
“Head straight,” he instructed, lifting my chin with a single finger. “Good. Now, lower your eyes only until you are looking at the floor.”
I followed his instructions, finding myself straightening my back further. The desire to please him rose up inside of me, a completely new and undiscovered feeling for me.
“Good girl,” he praised. The way those words washed over me, settling in my core and making me clench, surprised me. “Tonight I am going to bind you. I’m going to tie rope here,” he began, touching between my breasts. “And here,” he continued, his fingers lightly feathering over my torso and around to my back. “Until you are tied into a beautiful piece of art.”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered a little saucily. Excitement flooded me as my lips turned up into a grin.
“I see that excites you, vixen,” he replied coyly.
“Yes, it does,” I admitted quickly. Maybe a little too quickly.
“Good,” he nearly growled, leaning in as his words fanned over the shell of my ear. He circled back around in front of me, filling my vision with him instead of the floor. His hands moved lightly up my arms, pulling them from behind my back, and then moving down my collarbone to my chest. His fingertips slipped each button free at my breast, opening my dress without a word. Only our breaths filled the quiet of the moment. His fingertips slipped under the fabric of my dress, tugging the straps down until the garment pooled at my feet.
“Don’t move,” he commanded as I made to step out of the dress. I froze immediately, finding my position again. He stepped behind me again, his fingers toying with the band of my bra. His breath fanned out against the back of my neck, making me shiver as he unclasped my bra and drew the straps down my arms.
He was moving with unnerving slowness. Each touch heightened my desire. As he kneeled behind me, tugging my underwear down my hips, I found myself panting with want. It was so quiet. Thoughts ricocheted through my brain, wondering what he would do next.
He pressed a kiss to the small of my back, right on my spine. The spot tingled and made me arch with a soft gasp. I had hardly been touched there, let alone kissed there. It was sensitive and I couldn’t help but move into the sensation.
“Be still,” his voice growled against my skin. I righted my position yet again as he stood, circling back around in front of me. When he filled my vision once again, I saw the rope in his hands. My pulse beat wildly, half with nervousness and half with exceptional anticipation and excitement.
“Trust me, vixen. I’ve got you,” he reminded me, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he unwound the rope with deft fingers. I took a deep, steadying breath as he ran the rope over my skin, letting me feel the smooth, cool texture. I shivered.
“Eyes on me now, gorgeous girl. Stay right here,” he commanded. I lifted my eyes, finding his bright with desire, although his expression was serious. This was the work he loved, and I was at the center of it. The thought thrilled me. The rope moved over my stomach, lightly brushing the tips of my breasts as he let me grow accustomed to the feel of it.
“Now, arms behind your head,” he ordered. I clasped my hands behind my head, elbows jutting out. “Christ, your breasts look so good like this. They’re going to look even better bound in my rope,” he growled.
He stepped close to me, so close that his chest brushed against my nipples as he moved the rope behind me, looping it around and back to the front, below my breasts. I wanted to look down, to see what he was doing, but I remembered his words.Eyes on him.Now was not the time to be inquisitive. It was the time to show him I could trust him, that I would trust him.
The rope slid over my skin with such sensuality it had me trembling. He pulled and twisted the rope, knotting it in places as he worked over my torso.
“Breathe, vixen. Breathe and relax into the feel of the rope on your skin,” he urged gently. The tone of his voice, the command in every word, held me captivated. I took a slow, deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment as I allowed myself to sink into the sensation he created. He tugged the rope sharply, making me gasp and pop my eyes back open wide. His face filled my vision, a sinister grin splitting his gorgeous face.
“Sink in. Relax into it,” he purred. I closed my eyes again, sinking into the sensation as the rope slid and twisted, pulled and tugged against my skin. Tighter and tighter it wound, his fingers slipping between the rope and my skin occasionally, though I didn’t know why. I didn’t truly care. As the rope made its way over and around my body, I found myself dizzy, my mind and breathing slowing as I gave into his dominance and his work.
The sensations stopped suddenly, and I opened my eyes. I felt like everything had slowed down. My heart thudded slowly against my ribcage.
“Exquisite, vixen,” he groaned, his eyes roving over my body, up and down with a slow sensuality that had my core dripping for him. “Would you like to see?” he asked, his eyes heated and full of delight.
