Page 86 of The Good Girl Effect
When he appears a moment later, we both stare at each other. I’m dying to know if he still wants me here. Has he changed his mind? Maybe work was too stressful, and he doesn’t want me tonight.
In a rush, he marches into the room and pulls me into his arms. Kissing me fiercely, he moans into my mouth, and I melt into his embrace.
My arms wind around his neck as I let him practically lift me from the floor. His kiss is ravenous, sucking and nibbling on my lips. He buries one hand in my hair and wraps the other around my waist.
I am flooded with heat and desire, and when his right hand sinks lower, gathering up the bottom of my robe and running his hand over my bare ass, I whimper into his mouth.
I can tell his fingers are searching for the fabric of my panties, and when he finds none, he groans again. Pulling away, he tugs off the belt, and the robe drifts open, revealing my naked body.
With a pained expression, he dives back in for another kiss.
“Why are you so perfect?” he mumbles against my lips.
I want to tell him I’m not perfect. Far from it. But I love that he sees me that way. I just dread the day when he realizes that I come with flaws like everyone else.
His hard length grinds against me, and just the reminder of what he’s hiding behind those slacks has me growing wet between my thighs.
“I don’t know if I have the strength to be patient with you tonight,” he says as he backs me up to the upholstered bench.
“You can have me however you want,” I reply.
Just when I think he’s going to give in and skip the bondage in favor of just having sex instead, he holds me by the hips and pushes me gently away. My lips miss his immediately.
“No, I need to do this right. You came up here for a session, and I’m going to give you a session.”
With a tilt of my head, I smirk at him as I clarify, “I didn’t come up herejustfor a session.”
He laughs a little, and it makes me realize how much I love his smile. I don’t get to see it often enough.
“Little bird, we have opened things up to a whole new world of possibilities now, and I intend to have some fun with you.”
Biting my lip, I grin at him. “I like the sound of that.” Then I drop my robe so I’m standing naked in front of him.
He takes a deep breath, obviously struggling to restrain himself. “Come here.” Grabbing me by the hand, he tugs me toward him, but before I can kiss him, he spins me around and gathers my hair into his hands.
As he braids it down my back, I close my eyes in anticipation of how it will feel to have him bind me tonight. Once he’s done, he ties the end with a black ribbon from the wardrobe. But before moving away, he brushes my braid over my shoulder and leans in to press his lips gently against the back of my neck. It sends shivers down my spine.
Everything with Jack feels brand new.
After my hair is braided, he starts to pull out the ropes and blindfold from the wardrobe. I’m surprisingly excited to see the blindfold again. I miss how much it heightened my senses and made everything feel so much more intense.
“Have a seat on the bench,” he says, and I do.
Sitting on the center, I wait for him. I'm more excited to be in this room than I've ever been—more, even, than the first time.
First, he drapes the blindfold over my eyes, and I love the way it feels as the anticipation and relaxation wash over me. Before moving away, he whispers, “You know the rules. Tell me if anything hurts, and just say stop if you need a break.”
I nod without responding, just like I used to.
A moment later, his lips press against mine.
Then he turns me lengthwise over the bench, guides me to my back, and lifts my feet onto the surface. I hear him kneeling in front of me, and I savor the silence between us. It’s comfortable like it always is. As he starts to bind my ankles together, I try to discern which technique he’s using. A basic double column, I assume. I try to guess where he’s going with each tie he finishes, deciding if it will be a frog tie or a futomomo—all things I’ve learned in my spare time research on top of what we do in here. I’m not interested in doing any of the bondage myself. I am a rope bunny, through and through. But I do love knowing more about it—my new obsession.
Jack isn’t binding my ankle to my thigh tonight. Instead, he starts on my wrists next, doing another simple double column.
The feeling of familiar peace settles in, and I honestly wonder if he knows how much I love this. Trusting him so much. Wanting him to have complete control over me. Knowing that I’m always safe with him.
After my wrists are bound, Jack brings my knees to my chest. With the sensation of vulnerability and exposure, there’s a pulse in my core, knowing exactly what awaits me once he has me fully bound.
