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“No, Sir.”
“Good girl. Come.” Standing, he held out his hand and she slipped hers into it.
Then he helped her up and led her over to the thick mat. Moving behind her, he ran his hands down her arms and then around her, up over her stomach to cup her breasts. He kissed along her neck, making her moan as he played with her nipples until they were stiff and hard.
“Ready, baby?” he murmured.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, sounding relaxed.
“Good girl.” He started by securing cuffs just above her elbows while her arms were bent. He then drew her arms back, securing them together.
Stilling, he checked in on her. “All right, baby?”
“Yes, Sir. Never better.”
Partof her couldn’t believe that this was really happening.
Travis was tying her up. Already, she could feel herself drifting and she wasn’t even firmly secured yet.
He moved so confidently, each thing he did was so precise and careful. And she felt so safe.
Protected.
Then he started wrapping the rope around her chest, first above her breasts, then below each breast in loops before wrapping it around the waist.
“Does everything feel all right?” he asked as he crouched in front of her. “No tingling? No pain?”
“No, Sir, it feels really good,” she told him. She glanced down at herself. It looked like a series of knots down her stomach, crisscrossed with rope.
Then he secured her forearms to the harness he’d created.
All right, now she really felt tied up. Bound by him. But instead of worry or panic, all she felt was a deep sort of peace.
She wasn’t in charge right now. She didn’t have to think or to worry. All she had to do was stand there and let him do everything.
Every so often he’d stop and check how tight things were. He’d check in with her, sometimes kiss her and run his hands over her skin. She liked when he did that.
Caren was aware of other people watching them, but that didn’t really matter to her.
All she wanted to do was float. To give herself over to Travis and let him do all the heavy lifting.
She was aware of him securing the harness to the rope dangling from the ceiling and a bite of anticipation filled her. The room was starting to get a bit fuzzy and she already felt like she was flying.
Someone appeared in front of her and a small stab of worry penetrated that floaty feeling.
“Easy,” Travis told her. “It’s just Rusty. He wants to check in with you.”
Ohh. That was nice.
“You doing okay, Caren?” Rusty asked.
“I am A-Okay. Hunky-dory. Can’t complain.”
Rusty actually cracked a small smile. Or maybe he just had gas. She giggled at that idea.
“Someone has been hit by the happy endorphins,” Rusty said as Travis weaved more ropes around her thighs until they were trapped together.
“Yeah, she reaches subspace quickly. I have her, though. I’ll always have her.”
