Page 83 of Gideon
“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed in a whisper as the crop landed squarely on her nipple. Her back arched just slightly, but she kept her eyes down.
“Such a good girl,” I praised her, slipping the crop band off of my wrist and securing it to my belt with the small hook I had attached to several of my implements.
“Stand.” She rose to her feet fluidly. I pulled the rope out of its hank, letting the green loops fall to the floor as I prepared the tie. I found the bight, tying a slip knot and slipping it over her head. Keeping the rope slack, I let the knot rest at the top of her back, below her neckline.
I watched as her entire body language shifted, letting the feel of the rope on her skin take her some place else. I stayed silent as I worked the rope over her skin, making knots down her body. Her breathing deepened as she let herself be taken away by the sensation of the rope sliding and twisting over her body. I pulled the rope apart, forming the diamond pattern over her chest. Then again, just below.
On and on the pattern went, both of us silent but for the sound of our breathing. I moved the rope between her thighs, letting the soft braiding move between her folds. I placed one special knot, affixing it to rub just over her clit. Moving behind her, I tied the rope off, letting the strands weave in and out of one another. I tugged, smirking as she gasped.
“How does that knot feel, vixen?” I purred, kissing along her spine as I tied the rope off below her neck.
“Good, Sir,” she groaned, her timbre low and sultry. I moved back around her body, looking over my handiwork as I checked each rope, every knot along the way.
“Look how lovely you are, vixen,” I praised. Her eyes fluttered open, her pupils dilated, and her jaw open and slack. Desire nearly poured out of her as she looked up at me. My cock twitched, wanting to be free of the confines of my jeans. I palmed my erection, squeezing it once in hopes of calming it down.
For the record, that didnotwork.
I grabbed the black rope from the bed, moving back behind her beautiful, willowy form as I unwound the hank. Finding the bight once more, I secured it in the pocket of my jeans before placing my hands on her. I touched the top of her shoulders, moving my touch down her arms slowly, sensually as I kissed the nape of her neck, just above where that first knot lay.
I pulled her arms back, placing them where I needed them in order to tie the dragonfly tie.
“Just here. Don’t move them. Understood?” I commanded, my breath fanning out over her spine as I spoke. She nodded her head once. I could feel the relaxation in her limbs, even as she obeyed my order.
“Words, vixen,” I corrected her.
“Yes, Sir.” Her words were nearly slurred. She was sinking fast into her submission, and it was beautiful to watch. I pulled the rope from my pocket, tying the tie carefully, slowly, as I restrained her arms. I let the rope move over her as slowly as I could, letting her sink deeper and deeper into subspace.
With a final tug, I secured the tie, stepping back until my legs hit the edge of the bed in order to admire my work.
“You are a masterpiece, vixen,” I murmured, walking around to face her. “Eyes up.” Her gaze lifted slowly, meeting mine as though she were in a half drunken haze. In a way, she was. Drunk on submission and on our play.
Without a word, she gracefully obeyed my every command. I lowered the zip on my jeans, slipping them off and tossing them to the side. I pulled the waistband of my boxers down, stroking my erection up and down a few times as I gazed at her bound form.
“Absolute perfection, vixen. Stay right there.” I walked to the side of the room, where a chair sat. I pulled it to the center of the floor space. I fisted my hand in the ropes gathered below her breasts, tugging her forward until she followed. I guided her into the chair carefully.
I pulled her hips until her delectable ass was perched on the very edge of the chair. I spread her legs, grabbing another hank of the black rope from the floor. I quickly tied the rope around one knee, fixing it to the back of the chair so her legs were pulled open, unable to move for fear of falling off the chair. She was perfectly safe in the bindings, but I was a glutton for a little predicament.
“You’re safe,” I spoke firmly. She nodded her head slowly again, her eyes wide and vulnerable as she looked up at me. “Grasp the chair just behind you,” I guided her, placing her hand on the rungs to ease her movements. “Still green?” I asked quietly, watching her face carefully.
“Very,” she replied without hesitation.
“Good. Now don’t move.” I pressed a kiss to her lips, speaking the words against her mouth as I gave the command. I stood back, pulling the crop from where it sat discarded with my pants. I cursed myself inwardly for not grabbing it before I flung my pants off. I trailed the tip of it along her body, watching enthralled as she nearly vibrated beneath the featherlight touch.
Snap!
I let the crop come down sharply over her breasts. I expected her to gasp, but she seemed to just melt into the chair, groaning at the sharp twinge of pain.
That’s how it was going to be, huh?
I rained quick flicks down across her body. Her nipple. her breast. Her stomach. Her inner thighs.
I reached between her legs, finding the knot I’d placed over her clit wet with her arousal. I slipped it to the side, tugging on her bindings. I brought the crop down in fast thwacks right against her exposed clit.
This time, she did gasp.
And then whimper.
Followed by the most delicious groan of need I could imagine.
