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by Corinne Davies


  “I appreciate your offer, but I’m fine. You obviously heard the rumors, but I’m sure they are blown way out of proportion by now.”

  Jelani cupped her jaw with one hand and pressed a quick kiss against her lips. “If there is one thing the two of us have learned over the years, it’s best to grab happiness when you can get it. You make us happy, Jess. Don’t make us play silly games to prove it to you.”

  “I don’t want to see you two hurt.”

  “Then you understand how we’re feeling.” Jelani lifted her higher against his leg and she rubbed against him again. A languorous sense of arousal teased her senses as she moved. Marcario slipped his hands from her waist up to cup her breasts. She loved the way his large hands felt on her skin, and she dropped her head back against his chest.

  “We are secure in our manhood, Jess. If anything really big and bad comes, then you can protect us. How does that sound?”

  “Like you are saying what I want to hear to get me to do what you want. I believe that is called manipulation.” She tilted her head to look at his expression. Instead of the anger she expected, Marcario grinned down at her.

  “Manipulation is such an ugly word, Jess.” His hands slipped from her breasts and slid around to her ribcage. His fingers curled ever so slightly but she couldn’t stop the laugher that bubbled up inside her. “I could tickle you until you agree.”

  He wasn’t moving his fingers, but the thought that he might had Jessica wriggling in Jelani’s grip. That forced her pussy to rub against his leg and lit a fire inside of her. “Okay. I’ll come to your house, but I’m not staying there for long.”

  Chapter Nine

  Jess sat down next to Marcario on the sofa as Jelani cleaned up the kitchen. She wasn’t entirely certain what they were up to. They had a big lunch and talked about lots of different subjects, but she expected to be naked and in bed with them by now. Neither of them had made a move in that direction. Maybe it was a simple as they were keeping an eye on me because they had been asked? She hated that thought.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Practicing knots.” Marcario twisted the rope around itself and made a beautiful Celtic-style knot in the middle of it. “It’s something I do that occupies my hands when I’m trying to figure out a math problem or the specs on a building design.”

  “I can understand that. I used to work out for the same reason. The constant rhythm of the treadmill would occupy part of my brain, and I could let my subconscious stew on another problem. Of course, I ended up a gym junkie in the end.” She reached out and touched the rope with one fingertip. “What do you do with all this rope when you are finished?”

  Marcario laid a length of it across her hands. “How does that feel to you?”

  It was an abrupt change to the topic, but she went with it. She didn’t really want to talk about her past anyway.

  “What do you think about this one?” He passed her another length of rope.

  “It’s smoother.” She tugged on the length and wrapped it around her fingers. “What do you plan to use it for?”

  “Tying knots, of course.”

  She gave Marcario a silly look, and then laughed. “It smells like a kind of plant. What’s it made from?”

  “That’s a jute rope.”

  “I’ve never heard of that before.”

  “It’s popular in Japan. We lived there for a few years before we moved back to Canada.”

  “How old were you then?”

  “Well, we were already a year into high school, so Jelani was sixteen and I was seventeen.”

  “You lived in another country at such a young age?”

  “We tended to move around a lot. Our patents were with the Peace Corps and wanted to keep their family close, so we experienced a lot of countries when we were young. Japan was the culture that had the biggest effect on me.”

  “Whys that?”

  “Because, it was there I met a man who is a master at tying knots and ropes, and everything about that fascinated me. Have you ever heard of shibari or kinbaku?”

  She shook her head no.

  “They’re names to describe the art of erotic bondage.”

  * * * *

  Marcario and Jelani already decided that they both wanted to play some games with Jess the next time they saw her, but considering what was going on in her life, neither one of them wanted to rush her into it. She had to trust them both, and Marcario was trying to be patient. Seeing a flash of curiosity in her expression at the mention of bondage was challenging his vow of patience. He reached down next to him and passed her another length of rope. “Here, this one’s made from linen. Can you tell the difference between them?”

  Jess had an incredibly sensual way she viewed the world around her, never approaching anything with one sense. She touched the lengths of rope, drawing each between her fingers. Watching her made his cock rock hard and his balls tighten. She carefully compared each rope and then sniffed them, taking the smell into consideration as well.

  “It isn’t as rough as I expected.” She rubbed it against her cheek, obviously enjoying the slightly silky feeling of one of them. “Hemp doesn’t really smell like anything, not like the jute does. But I still like it.”

  “May I show you?”

  “Okay, how?” She laid her fingers across his and he closed his hand around them. He gave her fingers a soft squeeze while inside he cheered this first sign of trust.

  “I’m not going to do anything drastic.” He opened up a small drawer in the coffee table and pulled out a pair of scissors.

  “What are the scissors for?”

  “In case of emergency and I needed to get through the knots faster than I can undo them. Hold out your arm.” He took the length of jute rope and folded it in half and then looped it around her skin, an inch above her wrist. He put his finger between her skin and the rope as he made a knot against the delicate skin. “Does this feel too tight?” he asked after he moved his finger out from under the jute.

  “No, it’s fine.”

  “Good.” He wrapped the rope around her arm again, lining up the strands neatly before making another knot directly below the first one. “The idea is to have it tight enough that you can feel it wrapped around you, but I don’t want to cut off the circulation.”

  He wrapped her arm a couple more times, lining the knots up her inner arm. This was what he loved about bondage, the beauty of the knotted ropes against soft skin.

  “How is your arm feeling?” He paused and checked her fingers. “Any tingling in your fingers, or pain?”

  “No nothing like that. It’s a soft pressure, like a hug.” Her whispered words made his cock throb painfully in response. If something this simple caused a languid reaction in her already, he needed to get her rigged up in a suspension piece. She would slip into rope space in no time.

  “Good. It’s important to check your circulation, and if you feel any discomfort at all, I want you to tell me right away.”

  She stroked her fingers along his arm as he worked and then over the large ring he wore on his left hand. “That’s beautiful.”

  “It was my dad’s.” He remembered sitting on his dad’s lap as a kid, tilting the ring until the star appeared in the large blue stone.

  “When did he die?”

  For the first time he didn’t feel the sharp pang of sadness that often accompanied any memory of his father.

  “We were teenagers when it happened. He and mom spent too much time running around the country taking care of everyone else. He didn’t think to take care of himself. One day that caught up with him, and he had a heart attack.”

  “He must have been a big man. Mai is so small, and you boys must have gotten your height from somewhere.”

  “Very true. He was so overprotective of us and when Mai was born he went overboard. You know he used to drill it into my and Jelani’s heads that we were her protectors. With big brothers like us, he wouldn’t have to worry about anything happening to her. Sometime
s I wonder if he knew what was going to happen to him, and that he wouldn’t be around to do it.”

  “She’s lucky to have you.”

  “Yeah, well, we didn’t do that good of a job. We repeated the same mistakes as our parents by putting the rest of the world before our family.”

  “I don’t think that is being fair to yourself or Mai. She’s a sweet person and can take care of herself. Gaspar and Vencel coddle her and I know that she likes it, especially now.”

  “The two of them might lose their minds before that baby is born. I saw Vencel making Mai a milkshake this morning, and she didn’t notice he was picking though the strawberries, making certain that she got the best ones in with the ice cream.”

  “Why do you think that you two failed her?”

  “Because, we were supposed to take care of her, and when she was going through all that crap with the panic attacks we weren’t there to help.”

  “Did she ever tell you about it?”

  “No, but we didn’t ask, either. She said everything was great, and we were happy to let her be, because it meant that we could do our thing.”

  “I still don’t think you are being fair to yourselves. Neither of you are mind readers, so I don’t know how you expected to know everything.”

  “We should have been more aware of what was going on and not so shortsighted.” Marcario spoke as he wrapped the ropes around her arm. The precise knots lined up against her skin. “How’s your arm feeling?”

  “Wow, that really feels incredible. They’re pressing firmly, but not so tight that it’s uncomfortable.”

  “I’m thrilled that you like it.”

  “So you and Jelani must be really tight now.”

  “Absolutely. It’s from our life as kids. We spent so much time in other countries that it would only be me and Marcario together. Mai was so much smaller than us then. We were homeschooled and ran around and played with local kids, but often they didn’t speak English. When you’re a kid it doesn’t really matter, though. We always had fun and had each other to talk to. We shared everything, and it seemed a natural progression that when we discovered girls we would want to share them, too.”

  “Have you always shared?”

  She didn’t look up at him when she asked, but he watched her expression closely as he answered. If she wasn’t truly interested in them both, then now was the time to find it out.

  “We’ve gone on dates alone and had separate girlfriends, but it never lasts long. Some women like the idea right up until the point of crawling in bed with us both. Other jumped in and out just as quickly.” He shrugged slightly, not wanting to say too much. “We’ve been away to different countries trying to do what we can to help, and that tends to get brushed to the wayside.”

  Jelani came into the room. Stepping over the back of the couch, he snuggled up behind Jess. “Although Marcario take his ropes with him wherever he goes. They’re like his security blanket—a kinky security blanket, but one just the same.”

  Jess grinned at his brother’s teasing, and Marcario’s cock strained against his pants. Her arm looked incredible wrapped in his rope. Jelani rested his chin on her shoulder and looked down at her arm. She accepted his presence easily and didn’t seem to be put off at all. He was starting to believe she was the most perfect woman ever created. A few more wraps and he finished it off. A perfectly straight line of knots ran from her wrist to her inner elbow.

  “Does the linen feel the same?”

  “Give me your other arm and I’ll show you.”

  * * * *

  The ropes on her right arm maintained a steady pressure as he worked on her left one. He repeated the same pattern with the different rope. He stopped a few times to check her circulation and ask her how it all felt. Jess was amazed at how careful he was with her. Even though her curiosity got him to do this, he was very protective.

  When he finished, she raised both arms to compare. “Wow, that is so pretty.” She rubbed each gauntlet against her cheek one at a time. “The linen feels softer, almost fluffier. But there is something more natural about the jute. I can smell the plant fibers. It’s almost like the hemp, but much smoother.”

  “I agree. When I unwrap you, the jute will leave distinct marks on your skin. They won’t last too long, unfortunately.”

  “Why do you say it that way?”

  “Because.” Marcario ran his fingers over the jute wraps on her arm. “Seeing my rope marks on a woman’s skin is one of the hottest sights. Her skin carries the marks for a while, and I’m always sad to see them fade.”

  Jess felt her heart stutter and pick up speed. The tone of Marcario’s voice deepened. He sounded more seductive, and she wanted to crawl into his lap and let him protect her from the world. But then look what happened last time you gave up everything for a man.

  “What is this for?” She tugged on a small loop he made in the center of each of the gauntlets.

  “Relax your arm.” He looped a finger through the hoop and lifted her arm up. “That is a support loop. If I wanted to tie your arm to another part of your body, or if I was starting a suspension piece, I can loop in through this.”

  “That’s so cool. It’s like the pressure is spread out along my arm. There isn’t a single strong pressure point.”

  “That is the idea. If I was planning on rigging you up and suspending you, there shouldn’t be any stress on your joints. The idea is to be suspended in your body and thoughts, and I wouldn’t want to disturb that.”

  Jess could feel her body softening to the idea of being tied up and suspended from the ceiling. She envisioned the pictures she saw on the computer and her pussy throbbed at the thought. Good thing they weren’t shifters, because they would have been able to smell her arousal from a mile away.

  “And you were learning this when you were a teenager? I guess you didn’t get to practice much.”

  “No, you would be surprised how many high school art students agreed to it,” Jelani answered with a mischievous grin. “Of course in those days, the girls would wear a catsuit or tight jeans. We didn’t get into nudes until college.”

  “I rigged them up, and Jelani would take the pictures.”

  Jessica tried to imagine what she would look like all tied up and caught on film. Maybe she should start working out again. Once she got some muscle definition back then she would look incredible naked and all tied up.

  Marcario unwrapped the linen rope first and she was amazed at how sensitive her skin felt. As soon as he finished she ran her hand along her inner arm. Her imagination jumped to what this would feel like if she was naked and it was his lips along her skin.

  “See no permanent damage, only a few slight marks.”

  “Okay, now the other arm.” She could feel the difference as soon as he shifted the jute. What it revealed amazed her. Her skin replicated the rope almost perfectly. Every line and ridge reflected in her skin. “That is incredible.”

  Marcario stroked her inner arm and Jess gasped at the intense sensation. “Jess, did that hurt?”

  “No, it felt good.” She lifted her arm to get a closer look. “It’s the most amazing thing. It feels like my skin is ten times more sensitive.” She touched the ridges, amazed by the texture the ropes left in her skin.

  “You have incredible skin, Jess. Look how beautifully it took the ropes.” Jelani held up her arm and she saw the warm glow of the setting sun reflect off her decorated skin. “I wish I had my camera ready, I’d love to get this on film.”

  “I don’t mind if you want to take a picture.” The words flew from her mouth before she could stop them, but she didn’t mind after a moment. She wouldn’t have minded a photo of this memory.

  “By the time I get it all together your skin will have relaxed and the detail would be lost.” He looked behind her shoulder at Marcario. “I think you might be able to talk Marcario into doing this again one day, though.”

  “Maybe one day.” Jess turned and her breath caught in her throat at the intense
look on Marcario’s face. He lifted her arm and pressed his lips against her skin. “You are exquisite, Jessica.”

  The combined aroused sent of both of them was a potent aphrodisiac to her. Marcario traced a ridge with his tongue and she felt her pussy flood with moisture. “Oh, god. That feels so sensitive.”

  “Imagine what it would feel like after I tied up your entire body. Your breasts would be that much more sensitive to our touch.”

  Jelani rested his hands on her hips and moved closer behind her. His large hands slid around to rest on her body. Right now she wanted his hands either higher or lower because she felt so turned on. The mental image of what this feeling would be like all over her body make her pussy clench and her breasts ache.

  “I want to feel that. Would you do it right now?”

  “No, not now, Jess. I want to make certain that you are sure you want to.”

  “Oh, I’m sure.”

  He chuckled and she felt as if the sound danced along her skin. “I’m sure you are, but you’re not making an uninfluenced decision right now.”

  Jelani’s hands stroked a path up her torso, stopping right below her breasts. What am I going to have to do to get those hands on me? Marcario stroked her thighs and as his hands moved upward, she let her legs drift apart. Now if only he would get the hint.

  “Jess, do you trust us?”

  She paused before she answered. She wanted to say yes, but the words stuck in her throat. “I don’t have any reason not to trust you.”

  “That’s not what I asked.” He stroked his hand along her cheek. “There might be a little trust in there, but not enough for me to tie that up.”

  Jelani hugged her from behind. “We’re not saying no forever, Jessica. But you have to trust us completely in order to relax while he rigs you up. If your anxiety climbs you won’t understand why he likes to do this.”

  “Give yourself some more time, Jess. We’ll get there.”

  At least that will give me some time to get myself in better shape. She began creating a workout schedule in her head, starting immediately.

 

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