Roped by Ryan – Silver Spoon After Dark Read Online Loni Ree

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
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Too keyed up to sleep, I lie wide awake, making plans for my little kitten until the pull of sleep is too much and I drift off.

I figured the one night at The Sterling Rope would be enough for Michela, but my little kitten shocks me. A few days later, she asks me if we can return to the club to play. Roman is more than happy to approve my request for another night of visitor passes, but he makes me promise to apply for formal membership if we plan to continue to use the club.

As we walk through the darkened club, I squeeze her hand gently, giving her a reassuring smile. “I love you, kitten. Just remember, we can turn back at any time.”

She looks up at me, her eyes glimmering with a mix of excitement and something deeper—trust. “I’m sure, Ryan. I want this. I want us to do this together.”

I take a deep breath, nodding as we step down into the dimly lit hallway. The walls are lined with dark velvet, and the muted sounds of the club seep through a heavy wooden door at the end. Michela’s grip on my hand tightens just slightly, a silent signal of her readiness.

I lead her into the same private room we used a few nights ago and find it set up exactly how I requested.

The dim light of the room casts shadows that dance along the walls. The scent of leather and scented candles hangs in the air, a familiar aroma that has come to mean intimacy and trust. I take a deep breath, focusing on the sensation of the rough rope sliding through my hands.

"You’re fucking perfect. I can’t wait to see you tied up and ready for me,” I say, meeting her eyes. They twinkle with a mix of excitement and trust.

"Me too," she whispers, her voice steady. "I want to experience this with you."

"Alright," I say softly, picking up a rope off of the table and letting the end of the rope slither through my fingers. "Let's do this. Take your clothes slowly off and sit on the chair.” I never had any interest in playing at the club until my kitten came back into my life, but I learned a lot while working at the club. The rest I’m winging.

Standing back, I watch as she slowly unzips her silky summer dress and lets it slide down her body. My cock turns to stone, but I ignore the fucker while my little kitten finishes removing her clothes.

Michela sits down in the sturdy wooden chair in the center of the room. She adjusts herself, finding a comfortable position. Her breathing is calm, but I can see the apprehension and anticipation in the rise and fall of her chest.

"I'm going to start now," I tell her, wanting to make sure she's aware of every step. "If you feel uncomfortable or want to stop at any point, just say so. We’re in this together."

She nods, giving me a reassuring smile. "I know, Ryan. I trust you."

I begin by wrapping the rope around her wrists, the coarse fibers creating a soft whisper against her skin. My movements are slow and deliberate, ensuring that the bindings are snug but not too tight. I thread the rope through the loops, creating an intricate pattern that holds her firmly yet gently.

"How does that feel?" I ask, staring into her eyes to gauge her reaction.

Her eyes flutter closed for a moment as she tests the restraint, pulling gently against the bindings. "It's good," she murmurs. "I feel secure. Keep going. I trust you."

I continue, winding the rope around her upper arms and torso, anchoring her to the chair. Each pass of the rope brings her closer to immobility while creating an incredible amount of trust between us. Her breathing hitches slightly as the rope crosses over her chest, but she relaxes when I give her a reassuring smile.

"You're doing great," I say, my voice low and soothing. "Remember, you're in control. Just say the word, and we stop." Leaning over, I close my lips around her nipple and roll my tongue around the hard little nub.

She takes a deep breath. “That feels so good."

“It’s about to feel a lot better.”

With her securely tied, I step back and admire the intricate web of rope that holds her. The sight of Michela, bound and vulnerable yet completely trusting, stirs something deep within me.

"How do you feel?" I ask, reaching out to softly stroke her cheek before running my finger down her collar bone.

A shiver runs through her at my touch. "I feel… liberated," she says, her voice almost a whisper. "It's like all my worries and fears are tied up with the rope. I just need to focus on us."

I smile, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "That's exactly what I want. For both of us to be here, in this moment."


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