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  “So pretty, subbie.” Once he’d tied the ropes, he cupped her boobs in his hands, pulling and pinching her nipples. His touch was firm, unyielding, causing her to moan and whimper. She might not like that bites of pain added to her arousal, but she didn’t deny it either. That she’d readily admitted enjoying it gave him hope that given enough time she’d accept it without the needless mental handstands she was putting herself through.

  “How are you doing, Michelle?” She was so responsive to the rope. She seemed to feel every movement all the way to her bones.

  “Mmhmm,” she murmured as her head lolled back against him.

  He ached to be inside her. Her sweet surrender was such a powerful high that he was debating taking her before he sent her flying. No, he decided, that would be for his pleasure, not hers. Oh he could make sure she loved it, but she needed to just feel the ropes right now. This was for her.

  He reached into his bag and pulled out an MP3 player. He set Kenny G’s Summertime on continuous play. The music fit the mood he was in, slow and indulgent. It wasn’t the type of music he’d heard her listening to and he hoped she wouldn’t find it distracting.

  “Oh, Summertime, my favorite.” Her words came out slow and breathy.

  His girl liked jazz. Could it get any better than that? He was going to have to just marry her and put them both out of their misery. Then he wouldn’t fear she was going to slip through his fingers and she’d know exactly what she meant to him too. “You’re amazing, Michelle, absolutely fucking amazing.”

  He guided her torso down until her forehead rested on the blanket. Leisurely, in time with the music, he rubbed his hands over her arms and down her butt. God, how he wanted to be inside her. He glided his finger over her pussy, reveling in the wetness. Michelle was such a treasure. Her every muscle was relaxed and pliant, her trust in him complete. It was such a heady rush.

  Michelle was a strong woman, cautious and careful. The way she’d grilled him about every aspect of the job had brought that point home. He was pleased with her for standing up to him and for asking each question. He worried she’d had a crappy childhood. No child should be raised in a loveless environment. What could cause such a passionate and caring young woman to be convinced that love didn’t exist?

  His friends were worried she was after his money but he knew that was bullshit. If everything did go to hell, he doubted she’d take a dime from him. Her pride wouldn’t allow it. It didn’t matter—he wouldn’t give her up without a helluva fight.

  He took a few moments and appreciated the view. Her pussy and ass were completely exposed to him. For someone so opposed to public nudity, her openness with him was a gift he didn’t take lightly. He couldn’t wait to see the expression on her face when he sent her flying.

  Grabbing another bundle of rope from his bag, he began wrapping a section of rope around her ankle. Her breathing was calm and slow. She didn’t question what he was doing and he doubted she gave it a thought. Not an ounce of tension ran through her. The soft sounds she made as the vibration of the ropes coursed through her leg had his resolve not to fuck her on the spot teetering. Bent over like she was—his cock inches from her sweet pussy—was pure torture.

  He needed to get this scene moving. Once the rope was secured near her foot, he moved up to her thigh and began another support tie. After double-checking each point, he wrapped his fist around her hair and pulled her back toward him.

  A soft exhale told him she was sinking into rope space fast. Her eyelids didn’t even flutter as she came to rest against his chest. His craving for her was riding him hard. He needed to possess her, to show her love really existed and that together they’d find it.

  Looking down at her porcelain skin, her flawless breasts encased in his soft, black jute, he couldn’t resist taking her tits into his hands to pinch and pull her nipples in time with the music. She gasped and rocked her hips forward. Sean rubbed his cheek along hers. “Now it’s time to send my girl flying. Are you ready, Michelle?”

  “Mmhmm, anything…for you.”

  Progress. Sweet progress. He pushed her from his chest and held her in an upright position with both hands on her shoulders to test if she would maintain the position. She was deep in the pleasure zone. “Stay kneeling up, Michelle. Can you do that for me?”

  “Mmhmm.” She swayed a little but she held it.

  Sean stood and began preparing to lift her. He attached the chest harness to the rigging ropes, first then the ankle and finally her thigh. Leaning back, he used his weight to raise her into the air. She moaned, a smile breaking across her face as she felt the tug along the harness. When he was sure the ropes were securely in place, he began tying her free leg. This time he worked quickly to make sure she was evenly supported.

  Swaying facedown, several feet off the floor, supported by her ankles, thighs and chest, he took her head into his arms and leaned down to kiss her. He pulled the band from her hair and took it in his fist once more to hold her still. “You know you’re mine, Michelle. I want to be your only Master. The one who makes all your dreams come true.” With a flick of his wrist he sent her spinning.

  He was pretty sure she was giggling as he pulled a flogger from his bag and put the handle in his back pocket. After a few moments, he slowed, then stopped her spin. Running along her thighs and ass, he occasionally slid down to her pussy and caressed her clit. Every breathy moan had his cock responding. He couldn’t remember ever being harder.

  Sean pulled a hand towel from his bag and wiped his face. Maintaining his control was getting more difficult by the minute. His hands became more aggressive along her ass cheeks, rubbing and kneading them until the blood was near the surface. Gently at first, he started smacking her ass. Each time her body would react and set the ropes into action, he stayed with her, pinkening her cheeks.

  Her nipples were hard and her back arched. She was so fucking sexy. Sean massaged the sting away, knowing she was feeling only pleasure. Still the mix of sensations, a loving touch and a sharp swat, were both arousing in their own right and fucking amazing combined together. Not a single expression chasing across her face showed discomfort and he was watching her carefully. From time to time, he’d caress her clit and plunge his fingers inside her wet pussy, then follow it with a series of searing swats.

  When his smacks no longer elicited the response he was striving for, he pulled the flogger from his pocket and used that instead. Her eyelids fluttered and she called his name. “Sean.”

  “Sshh, honey, just enjoy. I’ve got you. You’re safe.” He gave her a few more strikes. Sean saw her lips move, but couldn’t make out what she’d said. Wrapping his arms around her head, he showered her face and neck with kisses. “What do you need, Michelle? Use your voice for me.”

  “Harder. I want it harder.”

  His heart beat double time hearing her plea. He’d been worried she’d wanted to stop. She never ceased to amaze him. She’d just taken another step toward accepting the needs of her body. He was so damn honored she’d chosen to be with him. Kissing her soundly, he granted her five more swats with slightly more intensity. This scene was far from over.

  Sean reached up and began loosening the ties holding her legs suspended. He kept the ropes attached to her ankles and thighs but lowered her legs to the ground. After shifting the ropes along her chest harness, he began to fasten them once again. With the new arrangement, the left side of her body lay facing the ground. He used the ropes to lift her right leg straight into the air and attached it to the ring supporting her body. Grabbing the rope still wrapped around her left leg, he threw it over one of the beams above their heads and tied it off.

  Her pussy and ass were now completely exposed and he couldn’t help but indulge. Sean could smell her arousal and her scent was intoxicating. His willpower wasn’t strong enough to keep from tasting her, but he worried about her neck muscles. If she thrashed about, she could easily get hurt in this position. He took a scarf from his bag and tied it in a loose sling to c
radle her head.

  Sean ran his hands up and down her thighs then along her arms still tied behind her. As his hands found hers, she linked their fingers. “Squeeze my hands, Michelle.”

  Her grip was firm and her skin was warm to the touch. “Tell me your safeword, Michelle.”

  “Seafood.” Her speech was slurring.

  “Good girl.” He knew he couldn’t rely on her to safeword at this point, so he needed to adjust his plans accordingly. “Relax and enjoy, honey, while I ease that ache between your legs.” Nothing was going to ease his, except burying himself deep inside her, and that needed to wait a bit longer.

  Sean ran his tongue from her pussy to her clit and found it pulsing and pushing through its hood.

  “Sean!”

  He chuckled, never hearing his name pronounced with that many syllables before. His warm breath fell directly over her clit, driving her that much closer. “I’m here, baby.”

  The rocking of her hips caused her to sway and he kept a firm hold on her thigh. As she arched her back, he couldn’t resist playing with her nipples. Her gasp sent his cock twitching against his pants. He needed to be skin to skin with her. Sean considered edging her—getting her close to orgasm and then denying her release. Yet it was impossible. He needed to please her, needed to watch her fly apart for him.

  Using his hand, he swatted her ass in between licks to her clitoris. It wasn’t long before she was screaming, begging.

  “Come…please, I need to come.” Her whimpers melted his heart.

  Sean swatted her ass, several stinging slaps that sent her higher still. As soon as his tongue touched her throbbing clit, he felt her shatter. Her screams were music to his ears, so much sweeter than the smoothest jazz. He took her in his arms and showered kisses along her cheek and neck. His hand massaged her beautiful ass as aftershocks pulsed through her.

  “Oh Michelle, you’re so brave. I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now.” He reached up and untied her right foot. Once the rope was free from the support, he arranged her leg so her foot was resting on her left leg and her knee was bent, bringing her calf and thigh together. He unwound another bundle of rope and lashed her leg in that position.

  “Oh Sean, I’m still on fire.” She was panting and the sling was wet from her tears.

  Sean’s heart was about to burst from his chest. Michelle was ripe to come again. She was the most perfect woman in the world. He didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky as to have her here with him, but he wasn’t going to waste a single moment. Reaching up, he untied her left leg from the beam and tied it again to the ring, allowing her to swing free.

  Now it was showtime. He arranged the scarf over her eyes. “Are you doing okay, Michelle? Talk to me.” He ran the handle of the flogger over the ropes, sending a vibrating rush over her skin, knowing it would have a calming effect. “Are you okay with the blindfold?”

  She nodded and murmured, “Mmhmm…like it.” Michelle was unable to remain still. She rocked her hips and arched her back as he rubbed his hands over her legs.

  “I’m so proud of you, Michelle. Your trust in me makes me feel ten feet fall. Thank you, baby.” After he was assured she wasn’t being pinched in any way, he drew two candles from his bag. He lit both with a lighter from his pocket and dripped the wax on the inside of his arm to make sure it wasn’t too hot.

  As the first splatters danced along the inside of her thigh, she cried out in pleasure. “Oh my God, Sean.”

  Like an artist, he painted her body in red and blue wax. “Do you like that, Michelle?”

  “Yes.”

  He pulled the blindfold off so she could watch the colors of wax mingle across her body. Pausing just long enough for her to see exactly what was happening, he held the candles in one hand, then sent her spinning. Careful to keep the wax away from her face and at a steady height, he watched her revel in each sensation he brought to her.

  Michelle had taken to the wax as she had the ropes. Arousal had accelerated her breathing, but she seemed relaxed and enjoying the mixture of feelings. He stopped the gentle spin, blew out the candles and checked in with her yet again. Her eyes were glazed and the smile she wore—a blend of awe and pure happiness—touched him like nothing ever had before.

  He untied her right calf and thigh, then took the rope and created another support in the center of her chest harness. Once that was in place, he held her tight with one arm and untied her harness, keeping her on her side. Gently, he eased her right side down so she swung with her breasts facing the ground. He leaned in and kissed her neck. “I can’t tell you what you mean to me, Michelle. There aren’t words to describe how essential you’ve become.”

  She was flying and he doubted she understood what he was telling her, but he needed to say it. Maybe the meaning was seeping in—even if the words were lost to her. It was important to him that she knew how he felt. He wiped her hair from her face and tossed it over her shoulder. Soft, panting breaths from her parted lips were an invitation he couldn’t resist. He invaded her mouth as he soon planned to do to her pussy.

  Knowing he was only a few moments away from heaven, he broke their kiss and moved back down her body. Using the rope from her right ankle, he attached it once again to the ring above them. He couldn’t wait any longer to possess her body. It called to him in ways he’d never experienced before. His cock ached to be buried inside her as he tugged on the waistband of his jeans. Pulling the buttons from their holes, he stepped out of his pants.

  Sean reached into his bag and removed a condom, wishing it weren’t needed. Wearing one had never bothered him before Michelle. Hell, he preferred it with other women—one less thing he had to worry about. Sex had always been intense, but it was purely physical. Sure, topping was a psychological pleasure he enjoyed deeply, yet even that lacked an emotional impact. It wasn’t until he’d found Michelle that they’d all meshed together into the perfect experience. Sex with her was as addictive as she was. Everything about her just clicked into place with him.

  He tore the foil wrapper and slid the condom down his cock. Moving between her bound legs, he felt his heart pounding in anticipation. It was like being a teenager again.

  Michelle’s ass was still pink from his earlier swats. Little drips of wax had run over her cheeks. Sean massaged her butt before he thrust two fingers inside her pussy and Michelle moaned in response. He pulled his fingers out and used her wetness to coat the outside of the condom. Poised at the opening of her pussy, he grabbed the ropes of her chest harness and pulled her down onto his cock. His moan mingled with hers as they both felt the intensity of their joining.

  Sean used the swing of the ropes to glide her up and down his cock. He wouldn’t last long. He’d been hard since he’d started planning this scene for her. Michelle had exceeded his expectations at every turn. Dropping his right hand down to her breast, he teased her in sync with his strokes, the wax crinkling between his fingers.

  As the arousal built within her, Michelle arched her back, bringing her head up—not an easy thing to do in that position. Sean slid deeper into her as he reached his right hand up to wrap his fist around her hair. Using his hold on Michelle’s hair as an anchor, he pumped in and out of her pussy. Her body trembled with every stroke. He knew she was close and he kept her there, riding along the edge. Her whimpers had turned to cries as she begged him for release. Unwilling for this to end, he pushed her a few strokes further before dropping his hand to caress her clit.

  At his first touch, her orgasm ripped through her. Michelle screamed Sean’s name as her body convulsed around his, stealing what control he had left. His release was overwhelming. Every muscle locked, every nerve ending short-circuited. His orgasm went on for what seemed like forever. Fuckin’ A. Sean’s legs threatened to buckle as he rode out a series of aftershocks that sent his heart tripping. Before he even pulled out of her, he began untying her legs and gently set them on the ground.

  Michelle had quieted and he knew she was still flying. He nee
ded to get her unbound and hold her. Sean reluctantly withdrew from her body and released the chest harness from the suspension ring. With a trembling arm, he held her against him until the last rope was free, then they sank to the blanket. Laying her on her right side, he worked as quickly as possible. Her weight pressing along her side slowed his progress. He had to be careful not to give her a rope burn by drawing the jute too quickly along her skin.

  Sean rolled on his back and pulled her onto his body with her head resting on his chest. He kissed the top of her head and wiped the tears from her face as he continued to untie her bindings. She’d said she liked the sound of his voice so he talked to her as she floated, hoping to guide her down gently. He told her how pleased he was with her and how much her trust meant to him.

  When the last knot was freed, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. The ropes still lay between them but he didn’t care. He knew when she came down she’d need warmth. Raising his legs, he used his stomach muscles to sit up and cradle her on his lap. He reached over to a stack of blankets and wrapped one around her, making sure he tucked it under her feet.

  Gently, he rocked her side to side as he massaged the erotic marks along her arms and wrists. After a few minutes, her breathing changed and he suspected she was touching down. Michelle snuggled into his chest and her right hand gripped his thigh.

  “Sean.” She shook her head and tears began to spill down her face.

  He cupped his hand behind her neck and kissed the top of her head. “Sshh, baby. It’s all right. I’ve got you.” Sean feared his future hung in the balance of what those tears meant. Had he read her reactions wrong?

  “You are a scary, scary man.” She had a death grip along his thigh. “I never had any idea it could feel like this.”

  “Neither did I, Michelle. Believe me, it never has before. You know we’re meant to be together. We couldn’t mesh so perfectly by accident. We were made for each other.”