Page 92 of Playing For Keeps
“Isn’t that something a parent would say to their child?”
I snap my gaze to hers. She’s red, and her face is bunched together.
“Dori, telling someone they’re a good girl doesn’t have to be connected to a parent/child dynamic. If that’s a kink of someone's, it can be, but usually that term is a way for a dominant to express how pleased he is with his submissive.”
Her body relaxes with my explanation. “Is a dominant always a male or the more masculine one of the partnership?”
“No. A dominant is established by the people involved. It can be either sex, and there can be more than one submissive. This way of life is open for people to explore what they want.”
I take the last of the rope and cuff her other leg to the frame of the bed. She lies before me, exposed and open for me.
Her hands are above her head, tied in silk to lessen the chance of leaving marks on her wrists. Ropes line her body in delicate and intricate patterns, squeezing and tightening in various places along her porcelain skin.
This scene was simple for a beginner, and that’s the way it should be. As she gets more comfortable, we can take this practice to extreme levels, including suspension and other positions. But that’s for highly skilled Shibari partners.
She’s a work of art. The amount of time and level of trust it takes to make it through a session can stretch someone far beyond their limit. She did it with the grace of an experienced participant.
My heart pounds wildly. She’s the strongest, sexiest woman I know. I’m as hard as a rock for her.
I crawl my gaze over her. Her nipples are bright pink from the pressure of the ropes. I can’t take it anymore.
“Can you stay restrained for a while?” I take off my pants and climb onto the bed next to her.
“Yes.” She catches me scanning her body. “Does this excite you?”
“More than you know.” I get between her legs and tickle her folds, sliding my finger up and down her opening.
She groans and twitches. “Damn, that’s intense.”
I ascend as I kiss her belly, then the line between her rib cage, and then her mouth. I brush my lips against her skin as I trail circles around her taut nipples with my fingers. She lifts her head, reaching for me, telling me she wants to be kissed.
I dive into her mouth, exploring every inch of hersweetness. She takes me beyond my wildest dreams. Our breathing races as our passion ignites.
She gasps as she tries to move, but with each shift, the rope tightens, making her twist in ways she doesn’t usually. I break our kiss to look over her body.
Her white skin practically gleams like a shiny diamond. Different shades of red and pink paint lines over her near the ropes. She’s likely going to be more sensitive to my touch.
I suck her nipple into my mouth. She jerks, so I release it.
“Safe word.”
“Green. But holy hell, this is so intense.” Her eyelids lower slightly.
We make eye contact. Her steamy gaze burns my way.
A wicked laugh escapes me. “You make me so proud.”
She throws her head into the pillow and circles her hips, enticing me between her thighs. I feather kisses down her as she shudders and shakes.
She pants like she’s in heat. And that thought makes me out of my mind. Images of getting her pregnant invade me.
I try to push them aside, but imagining coming deep inside her just to have it result in a baby is a kind of excitement I can’t put into words. Pair it with this scene, and I’m bathing in pure desire.
Wanting to relish this experience for a while, I reel it in by eating her sweet pussy until she’s a grinding force to be reckoned with. Minutes go by as I devour her.
I flick her nipples from time to time, but she uses the safe word yellow when I do. It’s enough to tell me her breasts are too sensitive for any more contact, and I won’t push her.
“Jami, I need you inside of me.”
