Every muscle in her body seemed to melt. So much of her day was spent tense and anxious. She always had to be on watch.
Sometimes she wondered what she would have done if she hadn’t found this space, hadn’t allowed Kevin to take her to a place where she could center and find peace. At first it had seemed freaky and weird, but she’d been so in love with him she would have done anything to keep him. She’d been a kid barely out of rehab, holding on to the only family she’d been able to find. The first time she’d let him tie her up and spank her, she’d shook and cried and somewhere in the middle of it, she’d stopped. Her brain had relaxed, shut down to a place where she could simply feel.
Kevin had worked hard to get her there. Derek merely had to look at her the right way and she melted. How could he do that to her? Why did she trust the man who was likely going to break her heart in the end?
“Karina?” He stood at the top of the steps, a length of rope in his hands.
Everything inside her responded to him. She took his hand and climbed the steps.
He led her to the center of the stage, placing her in front, showing her off. His lips were right against her ear as his hands went to the hooks on the front of the corset. She’d loosened the laces before coming out for the scene, knowing what he would very likely want to do. They needed to make her a big target.
“I’m here with you,” he whispered. “Let me take you out of yourself for a while.”
She let herself relax again. It didn’t matter why they were here. They were here and they had tonight and she wouldn’t look beyond that. She knew better than anyone else that tomorrow was a promise that didn’t always get kept. She really only had the now and she wanted Derek. She wanted to be his sub and take everything he could give her.
His hands moved, pushing in and then pulling out, expertly unhooking the corset and setting her skin free. He set the corset aside and then his fingers were playing along the indentions where the corset had been tight against her skin. “I’m going to give you more of these. You’re going to be so pretty when I’m through.”
She shivered at the thought. He was going to tie her up. He was going to bind her with his rope and she would be utterly dependent on him. She’d watched him bind other subs, his hands so careful as he worked his ropes.
“Silk.” He let the rope dangle between her breasts, drawing it up from behind. Every inch he pulled lit up her skin. Her nipples peaked and she felt the whole world going soft and a little out of focus. “I’ve never used it before. I won’t use it on anyone but you. Submit to me, Karina.”
There was only one answer. “Yes.”
“Hands together, behind your back.” His voice had gone deep, deeper than usual. Like rich dark chocolate deep.
He was a master, wrapping the rope perfectly, binding her tight. She let her eyes drift closed, shutting out everything but the feel of his hands on her, the sound of his voice, the rope sliding along her skin. He moved her breasts into place so his ropes would frame them, showing her off. Even without looking, she knew the pattern he was creating. Tortoiseshells. It would form a dress of sorts. Her Master draping her in a garment of his choosing. He worked slowly, methodically. She could almost see his face. He got so serious during a scene. She loved the way his brow furrowed, his jaw tightening as he worked the complex knots.
It bit in some places, holding her limbs to her body, and after a while, she was able to imagine that the rope was the only thing holding her together. Her body was light. If she was unbound, she would float away, drifting through the air.
“Karina, are you with me?”
She nodded.
“Then let me help you to the bench. You know what you’re being punished for?”
She let her eyes drift open, glancing at him. He was so big and strong, with his chest covered in a leather vest. “I do, Master.”
She was being punished because she liked it. She was being punished because it was part of their cover. She was being punished because if he didn’t spank her soon she was going to die.
Glancing down, she saw the way he’d trussed her up. She’d been right about the tortoiseshell pattern. Her arms were behind her back and her whole torso had been bound in the lovely circular pattern. She was held tight, but nothing that would cut off her circulation. He’d avoided her joints, but paid particular attention to her breasts. They were out there for the world to see, boldly thrust up by her Master’s ropes.
And he was a kind Dom. He’d given her a perfectly placed crotch knot. Yep. Even as he helped her to the spanking bench, she could feel it moving against her clitoris. She’d wondered why he’d left her thong on, but now she knew. He’d wanted that barrier of silk to aid in the rope’s slide.