Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 78521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
She continues to stare at the photo for several more minutes, and then she hands my phone back to me.
“Take me to the bondage room,” she says. “Please.”
I finish my drink, set the glass on the bar, stand, and offer her my hand. “Come with me.”
We walk through the same door, into the hall of rooms, and then to the bondage room.
She comes alive when we enter. I see it in her demeanor. She stands taller, and her eyes go wide.
“Take it all in, Skye,” I whisper in her ear. “See. Hear. Learn.”
I let her take the lead as we walk around the room.
Tonight’s scenes are similar yet different. Some couples are having sex, and others aren’t.
The knots in the different colors of rope are all so beautiful, some simple, some intricate.
Until one scene totally captivates Skye’s attention.
A woman stands, her arms over her head, tied at her wrists, and attached to a pole. She’s tied around her waist and breasts, with only her nipples showing. They’re plump and taut.
She’s bound around her neck, her Dominant holding a chain that’s linked to the makeshift collar.
He pulls on it lightly, and she gasps. Again.
Then again.
Each time she gasps, her cheeks slightly redden.
Then he flogs her bare ass with a paddle.
Her ass turns pink, and those nipples, if possible, protrude even farther.
Skye seems mesmerized by this scene. Spellbound, as in the photograph. Is it the rope work? It’s intricate, far above my skill level, but I can tie her in a similar way with my own knowledge of the art.
“Seen enough?” I whisper.
She nods. “Can we go to your suite now?” she whispers.
“Absolutely,” I growl.
I lead her out of the bondage room and down the hall, where I enter my code. Once again, we’re in my private suite. In one corner stands a pole.
Skye notices. “Braden?”
“Yes?”
“Can you bind me to that pole? Like the woman we just saw?”
“My knotting is a little different, but yes, I can accommodate you.” I unzip her bustier, and it falls to the floor. Her breasts are swollen and her nipples already hard and ready.
I pinch one. “Gorgeous.”
She trembles.
“What about that scene enticed you, Skye?”
“All of it,” she says.
I slap one of her breasts lightly. “Be more specific.”
“Her nipples,” she says.
“What about them?”
“How her boobs were bound but her nipples were free. They were so tight and hard.”
A low groan rumbles from my throat. “And you liked that?”
“Yes.”
“What else?”
“Her ass. All red after he paddled her.”
Another groan. “Yes. Very nice.” I peel her skirt from her and turn her around. “Your ass is prettier than hers. It will be even more beautiful when I make it red.” I rip the thong from her so she’s standing only in fishnets and her platform stilettos. I trail my fingers over the cheeks of her ass. “Is tonight the night?” I ask.
I want to fuck her there. But is she ready? I thought she was, but then she came storming into my office with those claims about Addie. Does she trust me enough?
“Answer me,” I command.
“If you want it to be.”
I don’t reply right away.
Her answer is a good one and one any Dominant loves to hear.
But it sounds like a canned answer. She’s saying what I want to hear rather than saying it because she wants what I want.
Then—
“Yes,” she says, much more adamantly this time. “Tonight is the night.”
My cock strains inside my pants. My God, I’m so hard. The thought of that tight little asshole…
“Good. Perfect.” I turn toward one of the cupboards and open it. I return with a bottle of lubricant and a stainless-steel anal plug. “I should have made you wear this all day. Hindsight.” I lube up her asshole and gently insert the plug.
She gasps at the intrusion, but once it’s inside, her rim relaxes.
“Tell me,” I say, “how you’d like me to bind you.”
“Like the woman in the last scene we saw.”
I nod and gather rope from one of the chests. Black this time instead of the dark red. Black for the forbidden. For the taboo.
I’m going to claim that sweet ass tonight.
“Kneel before me,” I command.
She drops.
“Raise your hands above your head.”
She does as I ask, and I bind her wrists tightly with the rope. “Now, stand.”
She rises.
I lead her to the pole—stealing a glance at the plug in her tight little ass—where I attach her with carabiners and leather straps. She’s not suspended, but she’s nearly immobile, as moving her feet backward will cause her to stretch to an uncomfortable position.
“Now, face me.”
She moves around.
“You liked what you saw on the woman’s breasts,” I say, my voice a rasp. “I’ll bind yours even tighter.”
I pull a piece of the black rope around the top of her chest. Her breasts are full, swollen, and rosy, and her nipples…
She knows what’s coming, and apparently, so do they.