Page 24 of Green Lights and Obsession
He watched her at first. Her face turned as her eyes scanned the area below them. Until she stepped closer and closer to the edge of the balcony before resting her hands at the top of the railing. It came up to the bottom of her rib cage; she could rest her arms and lean forward to watch without a care in the world if she wanted.
Jay took slow steps towards her until he was standing directly behind her. His hands moved up the backside of her arms, over her shoulders, down the front of her arms, then rested just outside of hers on the railing. He pressed against her.
“That’s Dean and Kate taking the stage now. They’re my favorite to watch.” He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder.
“Why?” She looked over her shoulder at him.
“Just watch.” He wanted to see her reaction to the rope play that was about to take place.
Several of the submissive members of the club were what one would refer to as rope bunnies. However, there were only a couple of members that could actually do the binding and tying. Dean was considered a master. Jay was eager to learn, but only if Daisy would go along with it. He had a feeling she’d find it incredibly freeing, if she allowed herself to be in that position.
“She looks uncomfortable.” Daisy’s brows pushed together. “I couldn’t do it.” She shook her head.
“Keep watching.” His lips were next to her ear as he whispered. “Watch as her body relaxes.”
The pair of them watched as Dean moved the rope so that Kate was carefully wrapped and suspended in the air. Her body relaxed and Dean moved to tease her. He chose a feather to gently caress her skin. They didn’t have to be close to notice the hitch in Kate’s breath.
Jay’s attention moved to Daisy. She held her breath, frozen in place as she watched the scene on the stage. His hands moved to her waist. His fingers slowly moved up and down the edge of her short dress. Jay played with the edge of the fabric, running his fingers over the dress, then under, and over again. He repeated the movement until he noticed Daisy’s grip on the railing tighten.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
DAISY
She’d seen images and videos online of the art of shibari. The intricate wrapping and looping and tying. It was mesmerizing. It was different seeing it in person. Part of her wanted to look away, as if she was spying on this couple’s private moment. It was also beautiful, live art she couldn’t take her eyes from.
The way the woman’s body seemed to relax while on stage with every addition of the rope as it bound her so she was unable to move. Daisy knew she had to have incredible trust in her partner to be put in that type of position. Immobile to escape without help.
Then her partner started to tease her. It was so light Daisy didn’t notice it at first. Soft and slow movements that caused the woman’s eyes to flutter. Her chest rose with every inhale as she took in bigger gulps of air, held it for a few seconds, before releasing.
Daisy couldn’t look away. It was at that moment she felt Jay’s hands move to her waist. He slowly ran them down her side, past her hip. The dark velvet dress had felt so smooth across her skin, nearly warm. His hands moved to her thighs, right to the edge of the material. She squeezed the railing to help keep herself upright.
Her eyes were glued to the act on stage while simultaneously not being able to concentrate on it as Jay caressed her. Jay’s fingers teased her thighs as they moved from her side to the front. Keeping his hands at the edge of the dangerously short dress.
The warmth from his body came first as he pressed himself against her backside. His lips pressed on her shoulder, her neck, then moved to her ears.
“Be still. Be silent.” It was a whisper that nearly tickled before sending goosebumps down her arm. “Can you do that?”
Daisy knew she could be still and silent, at least for a beat. It depended on what all he had on his mind. She didn’t doubt Jay knew where the edge was. The act of tipping her over where she was forced from a moment of silence to being unable to do anything but breathe and moan. Even scream.
So, she pretended to think it over. She let her mind focus on what was happening on the stage and not where Jay’s hands were, as they roamed closer and closer to the apex of her thighs. Her heart seemed to sync with the low beat of the music that pulsed along the walls. Not so loud where you couldn’t hear others, but loud enough to add to any moment being built.
His hands wrapped around her neck, partially over her collar. She melted into his hold. The embrace of him was restricting yet comforting. He had a hold on her that no man had been capable of before. One she knew no one else would ever be able to have. Jay knew what she needed, even when she didn’t.
She could feel his cock grow hard against her ass. Even in four-inch heels, he was taller than her. The warmth from his front pressed across her backside. It only sent shivers down her arms as his lips brushed across her shoulder.
“Yes.” Her response came out breathy, nearly with a moan.
With one hand firm on her neck, his other moved across her middle then down. His fingers slowly gathered the fabric before teasing her over her panties. Her hands squeezed the railing as she rocked against him. She suddenly felt unbalanced, yet he kept his hold on her. She trusted he wouldn’t let her fall.
Her eyes stayed glued to the couple on the stage. At one point, Daisy swore she felt the woman’s eyes hit hers. But any thought of being watched quickly vanished as she felt Jay’s hands move across her. The hand that had been holding her neck moved down to squeeze her breast as the other dipped below her dampened panties.
His fingers moved across her clit, teasing her. The other hand rubbed across her nipple and gave it a pinch and pull. She gasped out and arched against him. If it were possible, he grew even harder and thicker against her ass. The teasing continued until she was sure the evidence of her arousal was running down her legs.
“Stay quiet, darling.” His lips brushed against her ear before biting her neck as his fingers plunged inside her wetness.
Her lips parted in a silent moan. Her face scrunched up, then her head fell back against him. She could barely breathe. Daisy was so wrapped up in the moment she didn’t notice him unsheathing himself from his pants until she felt his fingers removed and his hard cock pressing into her.
He must have bent his knees to hit the right angle. One hand wrapped around her waist as the other squeezed the railing right next to hers. Her fingers brushed his, hooking her pinky with his thumb as he moved out and in. Her other arm wrapped around his shoulder.
