Page 95 of By Invitation Only
CHAPTER NINETEEN
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Icouldn’t pull Peyton fast enough. All plans I had to mingle and find new clients went out the window the moment I realized she was getting turned on by the bondage scene, and I envisioned my own rope wrapping around her body. Tying a woman up so she was bound and I could deliver any sort of pleasure I wanted, made my dick rock hard. I’d fancied many scenes in my day with a woman tied up and spread wide so she couldn’t touch me. But the first time I cuffed Peyton to my bed at Sensation, I realized I never wanted to do that with another woman. She was breathtaking. And now my mind raced as I thought about how I was going to use her body as my canvas, and how I was going topainther with the rope.
We ran up the stairs and to my room, my dick aching so bad that it was hard to move. Once we were behind closed doors, Peyton began to remove her dress as she stood next to the bed.
“We need to talk,” I stated.
She stopped, her dress halfway off her body. “Talk?”
I began to loosen my bow tie. “I know I cuffed you before, but that was before I knew we’d be doing more bondage. I want to know what you like, what you don’t like, your fantasies.”
“I want to do that rope thing.”
She tore her dress off and onto the floor, leaving her in only her black heels. She’d come a long way since her first time when she wore knickers. My cock was screaming at me to shut up and fuck her already, but that wasn’t how true bondage relationships worked.
“We aren’t doing exactly what they did, baby. There’s a lot we can do with the rope, and I think your first time shouldn’t be with you in the air.”
“Oh,” she breathed. “Well, I don’t know what I like and don’t like. This is all new to me.”
I tossed my tie and tux jacket onto a chair. I rolled up the sleeves of my dress shirt as I walked closer to her. “I know you liked the cuffs. I heard it in the way you moaned, how wet you were. But your first time experiencing Shibari should be more for pressure points than being bound.”
“I trust you to do whatever you want.”
“Good,” I replied. “We’ll learn what you like together.”
Peyton bit her lip. “Okay. Where do we start?”
“We start with the rope,” I answered, walking over to the dresser that was on the adjacent wall from the bed. The dresser had various toys for my use. I pulled two meters of brand new rope out of the middle drawer. My gaze roamed over Peyton’s naked form as though I was using water on a blank canvas to get it ready for paint. When I got to her sexy shoes, I had my answer of what I was going to paint.
“Before we begin, if there’s anything that hurts you or you don’t like, just tell me. Do you remember your safe word?”
She nodded. “Red, like stop.”
“Right. So if you want to stop, say red. There are scissors in the dresser, and I can get you untied fast. Okay?”
She gave a warm smile and nodded.
I stood in front of her, grabbed the ends of the rope, and then pulled it until it came to a loop at the other end. Once I had the loop, I took it and placed it around the back of Peyton’s neck, letting the loop drape down to the small of her naked back. Without saying a word, I grabbed her hands, placing each of them on top of the rope along each collarbone.
I took the rope that hung down her belly and made an overhand knot just above her breasts, pulling the entire rope through and pulling the knot tight. I repeated the knot four more times down her torso: between her tits, about a fist length lower, above her bellybutton and then above her pussy. After the knots were secured, she removed her hands, and I ran the rope between her legs, making sure it touched her clit and then drew it up her back, threading it through the loop and pulling it through. I took the midsection of the rope, split them, and brought each length around under her armpits.
My dick was starting to harden again at the sight of the rope biting into her skin. It wasn’t tight, but enough to make her soft skin bow below it. Taking the rope underneath and between the first knot I made, I pulled it through, then tugged the ends of the ropes snug—not tight—making small loops that joined the rope above her breasts with the rope under her armpits on each side. I could smell her arousal as I brought the ends of the ropes around her back again, and then to her front and in between the middle rope, above the second knot, and singed it in place. Peyton let out a moan, and my eyes flicked to hers, causing a smile to spread on my face. With all the pulling and tugging of the rope, I had no doubt she could feel it between her legs where it was rubbing against her clit.
I worked my way down her body, bringing the rope around her back and then through the rope above each knot. After all the diamond shapes had been made, I tied the end of the rope together across her arse. When I stepped back, taking in my work, Peyton was standing with a corset made out of the rope. She was fucking beautiful.
“Want to see?” I asked, admiring her sexy body.
“Yes.” She grinned.
I took her hand and led her to a floor length mirror that hung on the wall. When she stepped in front of it, taking in my handy work, she gasped.
“Oh my God…”
“What do you think?” I asked standing behind her but looking at her reflection in the mirror with her.
“I love it.” She smiled again, this time through the reflection of the mirror.
