“Yeah, you like that. Don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Master,” she murmured.
She continued to spread her buttocks, wondering what the hell he was up to when his touch was withdrawn. The rope pulled tighter again and she gasped. He stood up behind her, pulling the rope up along her crack. She groaned. There was a knot in the rope pressing against the tight bud of her asshole. Mouse shifted, wanting to move the tormenting rope. Even a little bit. But he read her like a book.
“Stay still, Mouse.” She obeyed, letting go of her ass. “Did I give you permission to let go?” His voice was soft, but there was a hint of stern menace that sent a shiver of excitement curling through her.
“I’m sorry, Master.” She reached behind her to part her buttocks again, waiting for his next play.
His fingers brushed the base of her spine and she couldn’t suppress her whimper. Then she felt his breath against her shoulder. He tied another knot, this one rested against the sensitive curve of her lower back. His fingers brushed mid-back as he tied another knot then he drew the ropes upward and connected them with the rope resting at the back of her neck before tying a final knot. Tor pressed closer until she felt the moist tip of his cock brush her ass, resting between her buttocks. She sighed, leaning back against him, enjoying the feel of his chest hair teasing her shoulder blades. Mouse pressed her ass against him so his cock rode along the crack, using the knot to tease him too. What was sauce for the goose was definitely sauce for the gander.
He groaned softly in her ear. “You may let go of your ass now, pet.”
She obeyed, continuing her slow tease. He set his hands on her shoulders and leaned forward, his lips trailing along the side of her neck. Her breath hitched as she tilted her head to allow him better access. Her eyes drifted closed. She’d never been more present with a lover…or more aroused. It was as if he knew just what to do to tighten the coils of her arousal. He moved with her and she sighed as his cock rode up and down between her buttocks.
“How do you feel, Mouse?” His soft question brought forth only a wordless moan. “No, sweetheart. Words. How do you feel right now?”
“Turned-on.”
He chuckled. “I’d guessed that. What about this turns you on?”
She forced her eyes open as his hands lightly stroked down her arms then back up to her shoulders. “The way you’ve focused on me. Like I’m the center of your world.”
“You are.”
She pursed her lips, fighting the desire to say, “Yeah, sure I am.”
“Mouse, turn around and look at me.”
Reluctantly, she turned around to meet his gaze, wiggling as the knots teased her clit and ass. She blinked as she met his gaze, reading absolute sincerity. He meant what he’d said.
“You really feel that way?”
“Yes, pet. I do.”
He lowered his head, taking her lips. She opened for him. Allowing him inside. His tongue twined with hers. Tasting her. Teasing her. Then he lifted his head, lightly biting her bottom lip. Tugging just to the edge of pain before releasing her.
“Open your eyes, Mouse.”
Only then did she realize that she’d left her eyes closed. She had to force her eyelids to open. But when she did, it was worth the effort. His expression was gentle. Loving. As if she was the most precious thing on earth. As if she was his most prized possession.
He lightly trailed his fingers along her cheekbone. “You’re lovely…and you’re mine,” he breathed. Mouse smiled.
“Yes, I am.”
He reached behind her to catch the strands of rope he’d left hanging from the knot. Tor carefully checked to make sure there was play in the rope running vertically along her body. Evidently he was satisfied.
“Are you ready to continue?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. So am I.”
He pulled the separate strands of rope under her arms, running first one line and then the other through the vertical strands of rope between the pearls above and below her breasts. As he pulled the ropes through, the vertical strands parted to form a diamond.
“Turn around.”
She obeyed and he did the same along her back. He directed her to turn to the front again. Once more, he pulled the rope between the pearls, only this time it was between the knot under her breasts and the one along her upper abdomen. Again he turned her, running the individual strands between the vertical ropes along her back. She sighed when he rotated her to the front. The slow rhythm of the tying hypnotized her and she swayed slightly, loving the way the rope enfolded her body. It was like a hug. A hug that encompassed every inch of her torso. Finally, he turned her to face him once more, pulling the ropes through the knots between her upper and lower abdomen. Then he tied off the harness.
Mouse looked up at him. “Are we done?”
“No, sweetheart. Not yet. But we’re going to pause for a moment so I can do this…”
He gathered her into his arms, using the extra rope he held to tug her close. She loved being controlled this way, sighing as he wrapped his arms around her. The extra length of rope in his hands brushed against her buttocks and legs. Teasing her senses. Tor dipped his head and took her mouth.
When he kissed her, she felt…safe. Protected…owned. She lifted her arms to his shoulders to clutch him. She wanted them to merge. Become one. But she didn’t know how.
With his tongue, he teased her lips apart. Their breaths mingled and combined, beginning the process she longed for. Mouse breathed him in, sharing her breath with him. Tor nipped her lower lip gently before dipping his tongue into her open mouth. She met his kiss with enthusiasm and hunger, groaning when he twined his tongue around hers.
Reluctantly, Tor lifted his head. She tried to prolong the kiss, but he stopped her, smiling when she looked surprised. Mouse was so incredibly beautiful wrapped in his ropes. For the first time in his life, he knew what it felt like to truly own his submissive. Other dominants had told him he’d never forget his first time, but he hadn’t believed them. They were right about the intensity of it. However, he knew that for him there wouldn’t be a second time…or a third. There would only be this time with this one woman whom he’d waited his whole damn life for. Tor wanted this night to live in her memory forever as their real first time together.
“You look so serious,” she murmured, tracing his jaw with her small fingertip.
“I want tonight to be wonderful for you, Mouse.”
She tilted her head. “It is—just because I’m with you. Don’t put so much pressure on yourself, Master.”
He chuckled. “Hey, I’m supposed to take care of you.”
“It’s mutual, and I like it that way.”
“Me too.” He laughed because he realized it was the truth.
Tor cupped her soft breast, smiling as she shivered and arched into his touch. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching gently. She moaned, licking her lips, and he increased the pressure slightly.
“Oh yes,” she groaned.
She lifted her leg along his thigh. He caught it in his free hand, reinforcing his control by refusing to let her tempt him to fuck her right now. He held her leg tight against his thigh. She canted her hips closer to his straining erection, but he didn’t let her connect. He was in control here and he hadn’t finished her bondage yet. Tor wanted her entirely under his control before he let himself finally penetrate her tight cunt.
He released her nipple and she sighed, opening her eyes to stare up at him. Tor smiled, trailing his fingers to her other breast. Mouse wordlessly arched toward him, silently begging for him to tease the nipple he hadn’t previously caressed. Instead, he brushed his fingers over her rib cage and down to her belly. She gasped, lifting her pelvis toward his roving hand. He ignored the invitation by continuing downward, skirting her quivering and swollen clit in favor of her sensitive inner thighs.
“Please…” Her soft sob tightened his cock.
So responsive to
him. God, he loved the way she moved. The way she begged. She was the right woman for him…the right submissive. He couldn’t ask for more.
Chapter Eight
Mouse sighed when he stepped back. She wanted to follow him, but his expression told her to stay right where she was, so she waited.
“Climb up on the bed, sweetheart.”
She scrambled up, hoping that he’d climb on with her and slide into her wet cunt. Instead, he surveyed her for a moment before picking up another rope. She swallowed as she realized he wasn’t done with her yet. Oh God, what did he have in mind?
“Sit facing me.”
She obeyed. As she moved, she was forcibly reminded of the knots he’d tied in the rope. The pearl resting against her clit rubbed while the knot between her butt cheeks pressed against her asshole. Both knots teased her. Heating her body… Making her belly tighten as she fought against losing herself in the pressure and the pleasure.
“Now, bend your knees and bring your legs up—bend them toward your chest.”
She drew her legs directly toward her, leaning her forearms on her knees. She shivered as the change in position tightened the rope, drawing the knots firmly against her. Increasing the pleasure.
“Honey, I want your legs spread. I’m going to tie you in an open-leg crab position.”
Mouse closed her eyes. Helpless. He really intended her to be helpless. And she wanted it. Oh God. She really wanted it.
She reluctantly opened herself for him to look at and enjoy. “Place your hands outside your ankles.”
“Master?”
“Yes, pet?” he asked as he climbed onto the bed with the rope in his hand.
“Could I place my hands to the inside of my ankles?”
His brows drew down as he considered. “Why?”
She bit her lip.
“Just tell me. Always be honest with me.”
“When we make love, I’ll be able to caress you.”
He smiled. “With the hands to the outside it would be harder, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Very well, I’ll grant your request.”
“Thank you.”
He chuckled. “We’ll both enjoy it. Now place your wrists to the inside of your ankles, sweetheart.”
Mouse obeyed him. Tor leaned forward and ran the rope around her waist, knotting it, then he drew one strand down to her left knee. Mouse watched him wrap the rope around her thigh and down to her shin, securing it. The way she was tied forced her to remain with her legs bent. Finally, he took her left wrist gently, adjusting the space between her wrist and ankle as he looped the rope around both.
“Keep your wrist and ankle an inch or two apart.”
“But then I’ll be able to move.”
“For now, but not once I finish.”
He leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips with his. “Relax, pet. You’ll enjoy this.”
“I know, but it’s all so new to me.”
“Yes, you’ve been watching for two months, not doing…haven’t you?”
“That’s right.”
“I’m glad. Seeing you with another top would’ve killed me,” he murmured. Mouse blinked and met his gaze. He looked serious.
“Really?”
He continued to tie her wrist to her ankle, looping around the strands of rope, taking up the slack she’d left with more binding before securing the rope with a knot. Finally, he looked up to answer her question.
“Yes, sweetheart. I’ve wanted you to belong to me for so long that I would not have handled it gracefully.”
“Gracefully? You’ve been a bear for two months. I’d hate to have seen you grumpier than you were.”
He chuckled. “I don’t like to be hurt.”
She lifted her free hand and cradled his chin. “I am sorry, Tor. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
He held her gaze, smiling slightly. “I know.” He kissed her palm. “We’ve both learned a lesson. No lies. Ever.”
“Not even at Christmas or birthdays?”
“Not even anniversaries.”
She smiled. God, she loved this man. Mouse didn’t know what the future would hold, but she prayed it included the rest of her life with him.
Tor moved to her right side and made the same ties there. When he was done, she was immobilized. Her legs were bent and spread with her wrists bound against her ankles. All the while the knots he’d tied earlier teased her clit and ass. She sighed as he leaned back to enjoy the view.
“God, that’s fucking hot,” he growled. “And now I can torment you and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”
“Unless I use my safe word.”
“True. But given the torment I plan, I doubt you’ll be using that safe word any time soon. I think you’ll enjoy every minute of this.”
He went to the bedside table and picked up the bottle of water and opened it. He lifted it to her mouth.
“Drink.”
She obeyed, surprised her mouth was dry. How the hell had he known that?
“Are you warm enough?”
She nodded. He frowned. “Maybe. I’m going to turn up the heat just a bit.”
He crossed the room to do just that. When the heat kicked in, she realized she had been cold. Her respect for him as a Dom edged up a notch. She blinked as she realized that except for the night at Unfettered, she’d never seen him top anyone. Maybe he really had wanted her and her alone…
“I’m going to grab us some toys for play. Call out if you need anything. All right?”
She nodded, but he waited. Staring at her.
“What?”
“Words, honey. I want to hear you speak.”
“Yes, Master. I’ll call out if I need anything.”
“Much better.”
She watched him return to the large walk-in closet to rummage around. He returned with a feather, a flogger and a vibrator. Oh shit. He smiled down at her.
“This position isn’t working for me anymore.” He told her as he joined her on the bed.
Tor eased her onto her back which put her legs in the air—like a turtle on its back. Vulnerable and open.
“Oh yeah. I like that,” he growled.
He reached between her spread thighs to stroke her damp pussy.
“You’re so wet, the rope will definitely need a wash after this.” He laughed.
“I’m sorry.” Her throat grew tight. She felt as if she’d done something horribly wrong, but she couldn’t think what it was.
Tor studied her, still stroking her wetness. “Don’t apologize. I like your pussy wet and ready for me.”
“But I’m making a mess…”
Mouse gasped as tears sprung to her eyes. She turned her head so he wouldn’t see. What the hell was the matter with her? She was happy, but she was crying, for God’s sake.
He leaned over her. “Mouse, I’m not your grandmother or grandfather. To me you’re a miracle, not a mistake.”
She gasped, her gaze flying to his. Tears dripped down her cheek. He gently wiped them away, smiling at her.
“I love you, Mozelle Vincent.” He lay down between her open legs to kiss her, still stroking her face gently.
“You do?”
He nodded. “I was going to wait to tell you until you were falling asleep in my arms later tonight, but you need to know now. And I need to tell you. You mean the world to me and I want you to know it.”
“Oh Tor…”she breathed. “I love you too.”
God she wanted to embrace him for understanding. It was suddenly too much and she burst into tears, shaking her head at her own stupidity. But instead of chiding her, Tor cradled her close, kissing her while she cried. Feeling the weight of him against her made her feel protected…loved. She fought to stop the tears, but she couldn’t.
“Just let it run its course,” he murmured, holding her close and kissing her forehead.
“I’m sorry,” she finally blubbered.
He chuckled softly. “I should have
expected bondage to draw out some unexpected emotions.”
“I feel like such an idiot, and I’m ruining everything.” She met his gaze, humbled by the love she saw there.
“Never. You aren’t an idiot. BDSM is primal and it touches the core of us. Remember how you reacted to Drago the first time you saw him with a sub? Well, this is reaching something deep inside you too.”
“I wanted this to be special,” she groaned miserably.
“It is. Deeply special.” Tor kissed her again. “I’m honored that you trust me this much, sweetheart.” He brushed her hair off her forehead. “You know, I think the flogger can wait. In fact, everything can wait.”
“But I want to please you, Master.”
“You please me just by being here. By trusting me. We’ve got the rest of our lives to play together. Right now, I just want to make love to you.”
“Yes…please.”
“I’m glad we’re in agreement then.” He chuckled, lowering his head to take her mouth.
Mouse relaxed, sighing into his kiss. Even though she couldn’t embrace him in the traditional way, she drew her thighs into his sides, caressing him with her fingers as he kissed her. He lifted his head, meeting her gaze—a slight smile on his lips.
“So beautiful.” She shook her head. “Yes, you are. The rounded curves of your body. Your wide eyes.” He stroked her wild hair. “And I love these curls. The way they cling to my fingers.” He dipped his head to kiss her again. “You’re perfect, just as you are.”
Mouse blinked, staring into his eyes. “You mean it, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.”
He lowered his head, dropping soft, teasing kisses along her neck. She closed her eyes, reveling in feeling truly accepted for the first time in her life.
Tor nipped at the soft skin of her neck and she arched under him. Mouse brought her legs even tighter against his side, clutching him as she tilted her hips temptingly. Inviting him inside. He ignored the invitation, instead kissing his way to her collarbone then down to her breast. She shivered when he breathed against her nipples, making them tighten in reaction. But she wanted more. She needed his mouth to take her. Own her.
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