Page 9 of Ride With Me
My core heated as I took in the setup, remembering the last time Logan had bound me. I’d been fully clothed that night, and we hadn’t taken it beyond bondage, but it was still the recurring theme of all my fantasies.
I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” His gaze traveled down my body. “While I love your outfit, doll, I’d like to see more of you this time. Let’s lose the outfit.”
I hesitated. I couldn’t show him, but how could I explain it?
Logan nodded, even without me saying anything. “Let’s start slow, love. Are you okay with me seeing your breasts?”
That I could manage. “Yes, Sir.”
“Are you comfortable removing your top?” He tilted his head.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Let’s start there, please.”
I slowly removed my corset. My breasts were nice—plenty of guys had told me so—and Logan nodded in approval as my C cups spilled out.
“Gorgeous, love. Now, are you willing to let me see your pussy?”
A rush of heat filled my face. “Um… maybe, Sir?”
Logan smirked. “Well, that would make me happy, doll. Are you comfortable removing your pants now?”
I shook my head vehemently. No. I couldn’t.
“Okay, doll. Are you able to tell me why?”
I kept shaking my head. No. I couldn’t tell him. It would just lead to more questions, and then…
“Remember your words, doll. Can you say them?”
I took a deep breath. This was the test, wasn’t it? Would he respect my limit here? “I’m not—ready. To share. Sir.”
“Good girl,” Logan smiled. “I’m proud of you. You may keep your pants if you wish, although I hope you’ll reconsider later. I’d love to make you feel good, doll. Let’s start over here.”
Relief washed over me as he led me to the center of the scaffolding, grabbing a length of pink rope along the way. He wrapped the jute around my wrists, binding them tightly but comfortably together, leaving a loop in the center. I watched my hands as he brought them up until my arms were over my head and hooked the loop onto a clip over my head. It was just high enough that I could still stand flat-footed with the slightest stretch in my arms.
Logan retrieved another length of rope and circled me. “You’re gorgeous, doll.” He draped the rope over my upper body, crisscrossing in between my breasts, then began to draw it tighter.
I drew in a breath and closed my eyes as I started to relax. The embrace of the ropes around my body calmed me. It felt secure, safe.
Logan deep voice spoke in my ear as he continued to bind my upper body, tightening the rope around my breasts. “Is there something under your pants that you’re afraid to show me, love?”
I sighed in pleasure, starting to lose myself in the scene. I nodded slightly.
“Are you afraid of me seeing it, or of me asking about it?” He tugged on one nipple, then the other. The pleasure shot straight to my core. Fuck, this was what I’d been dreaming of for months.
I felt like I was floating. The rope. “Asking,” I breathed. “Don’t want to talk—” I let out a gasp as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. His fingers toyed with my other nipple. A rush of arousal dampened my underwear. I wanted him to touch me everywhere.
It was too bad I had to keep my pants on.
He pulled away, releasing my nipple with a soft pop. There was a shuffling noise, and I opened my eyes to see him pulling a blindfold and a flogger out of his gear bag.
He held them up. “Are you comfortable blindfolded, love?”
I nodded. Scenes were easier without sight, without a Dominant trying to read your thoughts through your eyes. I relaxed into the darkness as he placed the blindfold over my eyes.
