Page 30 of Apricity
“Yes, doc.”
Jax has perfect timing and comes to sit next to Aly on the bed with us. He found the first aid kit and the scissors and, now that Aly’s a bit more stable, we’re all set to get started.
“Good. Hawk, go ahead and get behind her, help her sit up while I wrap the ropes.”
He sits behind her in the middle of the bed, wraps his hands around her hips and lifts her in front of him. Splaying his legs on either side of hers, he pulls her into his chest. Aly’s head lolls back onto his shoulder, showing her lack of strength at the moment, but I’m not too worried. Hawk’s focus is completely on her face so if anything out of the ordinary were to happen, he’d know about it in a second.
When I was preparing earlier, I laid out the ropes I found in even, neat lines at the foot of the bed. Lifting a red one, I run the length through my hands and fold it in half before bringing it up to where Aly and Hawk are sitting.
“Ok. I’m going to need to be able to wrap this around her chest so I’m gonna need some room to work, Hawk.”
“You need her back away from my chest, you mean?”
“Yes.”
He takes a second, maneuvering her in his arms but not having any success. She’s like Jell-O, her body not cooperating with what we’re trying to do. Looking up at me he hesitates, but then says, “I think I have an idea. It might redirect her mind into working with us versus against us. Just...,” he shakes his head, taking a breath before refocusing on me, his eyes begging for me to trust him, “just let me try.”
At my approval, he bends his lips down to her ear. “Can I play with you, sweetheart?” he whispers. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes…,” she breathes out softly, but loud enough for all three of us to hear.
Curious as to what Hawk is going to do, I wait for his next move. He lifts his one hand and slowly ghosts it from her hip, over her rib cage and up to her perfect breasts. He stops there, circling her nipple, bringing it to a fine pointbefore doing the same to the other. Jax is about to intervene but I hold my arm up, stopping him in his tracks as I see her chest rise and chase his fingers, her back arching away from him.
Hawk’s tactic isn’t necessarily one I would have chosen in the moment, but it works regardless. It’ll also get her subconscious out of that basement and back here with us. I’d never approve of any of this if she was unresponsive. Consent is everything. But since she’s coherent, answering all our questions and is willing to try, it’s worth a shot.
“Good girl. Stay just like that,” I praise as I thread my arms between her and Hawk and create a girth hitch, linking the folded over part of the rope with the ends, right at the base of her rib cage. Pulling tight, I give her a taste of what she’s in for. “How’s that feel, gorgeous?”
Her trembling is still there but her breaths are stabilizing already as she replies, “Good. So good.”
Hawk smiles behind her as he continues playing with her nipples and sucking on her neck.
“What can I do?” Jax asks. His nervous energy is almost palpable as he looks longingly at Aly, obviously worried about her present state. But which of us isn’t? We’reallworried about her, but his nervousness isn’t going to help our girl, it’ll only make it worse.
“I need you to take a breath yourself, calm down and let me do my work. Help Aly calm down. Play with her. Distract her. Look at what Hawk’s doing. It’s working. Help him.”
“Yeah, but—”
I don’t say anything in return. I just set my hands down, abandoning the ropes for a moment, and face him,daring him to question me right now. I’m not above throwing his ass over on the couch for the next hour and letting him chill the fuck out on his own. Lucky for him, he backs down and moves to mimic Hawk's distractions, so I continue with my rigging.
Utilizing the counter tension provided by the hitch point, I pull the rope up, under her armpit and around her chest before bringing it back around to her spine and hitching it around the original hook point, pulling tight again. She gasps as her breathing becomes more restricted, causing me to pause for a second. She knows what to do, though.
“Green. I’m ok. It’s just… new.”
“That’s our girl. You’re doing so well.”
Round and round I go, hitching the rope at various points until her entire torso is covered in intricate lines. The ‘corset’ I made not only has layered lines of rope constricting her ribcage, but it alsocrosses in between her breasts, causing them to squeeze and perk up even more so than what they already do normally.
Shibari has always been a weakness for me. The build-up as I make the knots, the tension, the finished masterpiece. It’s art. Beautifully captivating intimate art that just so happens to have a dual purpose today in assisting Aly’s endorphin release.
I catch my wandering eyes taking in her upper body, completely constricted with interweaving ropes. I’m tempted to lower my face to her breasts and lick each pebbled nipple, savoring her responding moans that come from my sucking on them, but first I need to make sure I did my job. To make sure our girl is feeling better.
I take her face between both of my hands, lifting her head away from Hawk’s shoulder, and stare deeply into her eyes. “Aly. Talk to me, beautiful.” Her eyes are glassy, but alert, focused, and her breathing has substantially regulated. Her heart rate too. That's good. It means everything we’re doing is working how it should. The thirty minutes it's taken to complete the harness has provided her with enough time to ease into the work and allow her body and mind to recover. The significant change I notice in her demeanor is enough to curb my worries and relax as she is. She focuses her eyes on mine as the corners of her lips lift into the most dazzling of smiles.
“I feel absolutely perfect…”
Chapter 19
Alessandra
