Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“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.”
Oh, that was so sweet.
She liked that a lot.
“Right, I’m ready,” Travis said.
“You ready, Caren?” Rusty asked.
“I am good to go, Pinocchio!”
Rusty’s lips twitched. Poor guy. Trapped gas was the worst.
Then he disappeared and Travis appeared. Whoa. That was crazy. How did they do that?
“How did I do what?” Travis asked.
And he could read her mind? That was insane.
He cupped her chin, tilting her head back. He stared down, studying her. “You’re ready.”
It wasn’t a question and she felt him put something in her hand.
“Squeeze that.”
“Okie-dokie-lemon-spokie.”
Yeah, she wasn’t quite sure what she was saying but some of it sure was fun. The squeak made her jump.
“Ooh, that’s loud.”
“Use it or say your safeword if you are in any pain or you need to stop at any time. Understand?”
Why did he keep telling her this? Did he think she had memory issues? But she decided to answer him. The last thing she wanted was for him to stop.
“I understand, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He leaned in and kissed her softly. “I’m going to put the blindfold on now. Do you still want it?”
She nodded. Oh yes. She remembered now that they’d talked about a blindfold. A shiver ran through her.
There was something about him taking away her sight that made her feel hot and bothered.
The blindfold slid over her eyes and she let out a deep breath, settling herself into her skin.
In. Out.
Then she was slowly suspended and flying. She was secured to the ceiling by the harness around her chest and her thighs.
She was slowly spun around and a hand cupped her ass, squeezing firmly. A groan left her mouth.
“Such a beautiful, precious girl. All wrapped up in my ropes. Just waiting for me to touch you. To taste you.”
She was lying horizontal at this stage, and while she felt a bit disorientated, she realized she must be facing the floor. A hand cupped her breast, squeezing firmly and she let out another cry.
This was like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
Then she was shifted, her legs lowered until she was in more of a seated position. A hand cupped the back of her head and he kissed her. Lightly at first, then more deeply.
God. She felt so hazy, as though she wasn’t even in her own body. Yet, at the same time, she felt incredibly turned on.
He placed his hand over her mound, rubbing her lightly, but he couldn’t get his hand between her thighs to properly play with her.
“You’re doing so well,” he told her.
Warmth filled her as he continued to praise her while undoing the ropes. When he finally released her, she found herself caught up against his chest and carried until she was laid down on something. A couch?
Then his touch left her and she let out a cry.
“Shh, baby. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just going to wrap you up in a blanket. Here, let me take the ball.” He slid the ball from her hand. Huh, she hadn’t realized she was still holding that.
The blanket was so warm and soft and it felt really soothing against her skin. But then his touch left her and this wave of vulnerableness washed over her. She felt the ridiculous urge to cry.