With the first slide of the rope underneath her left arm she sighed. For years she’d admired many erotic photographs of women tied in various bondage and become aroused. The first tie landed in the middle of her upper back, leaving a straight band of rope across her chest above her breasts. With the second an exact duplicate of the first except below her boobs. His movements were quick and deft.
“You’ve done this before.” She didn’t realize she’d spoken out loud until he chuckled behind her.
“Yes, little one. I am far from innocent.”
“So this is something you do with every sub you play with?” She couldn’t help herself. For a minute, doubt began creeping back in. The thought of her being just another woman in the long line of women he kept didn’t sit right.
He grabbed the tied rope and pulled her back sharply. “Don’t do that,” he warned. “What I did in the past has nothing to do with the present. I’m here with you because I need you. This is nothing like the past.”
The tone of disgust in his voice when he spoke the word past left Maggie with questions. What in the hell had happened to him? She longed to be facing him now, looking into his eyes and searching for the answers she needed. The urge to comfort him overwhelmed her.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” It was all she could offer him while he continued to tie her. One section at a time. No more words passed between them as he worked. He briefly stepped to her side to bring the rope over her shoulders so he could tie them at the front between her breasts, creating a halter. Maggie gasped when his knuckles brushed her sensitive skin. Since when did her chest become so ridiculously erogenous? She tried to meet his gaze, but his focus was now on the rope.
The next tie bound the bottom and top bands around her breasts with one knot in the front. He moved behind her and tightened the rope. Maggie glanced down to see her boobs bulging between the royal blue strands. She grit her teeth. As if she wasn’t already aching enough.
Finally, he arranged her hands so each one was gripping the opposite forearm behind her back, creating a perfect square with her arms. He then fastened the rope around her wrist several times, checking each wrap with a finger to prevent cutting off her circulation. Of course with the secure position of her arms, her breasts were thrust forward. She’d never seen them look this inviting before. Her stomach fluttered. There was going to be a lot of touching tonight. Her gut felt it.
Tucker’s heat disappeared from her backside as she imagined him studying his work. “Beautiful. Now you’re ready.”
“But I don’t— We aren’t at the club. I can’t go back into the restaurant like this.”
He chuckled, the sound so close to her ear, her body clenched again. She might question him but in reality, her resistance had dissolved the minute he’d called her for another chance. She craved this more than anything else. “You’re right, you can’t. You need a little more warming up.”
He grabbed her hair and turned her in the direction of the couch in the middle of the room. With his knee behind her leg, he pushed her face down onto the cushion with her knees underneath her and her ass high in the air.
“Time to check on this asshole. I hope you lubed it well like you were instructed.” With one hand he spread her cheeks and the other he tapped lightly against the plastic, creating sharp vibrations that lit her nerves on fire.
“Ohhh…” she moaned, unable to control her response.
“If my driver had brought you around from the other side of the building you’d have probably noticed the small Purgatory sign. This restaurant is attached on the back side and shares its owners with the fetish club. For certain club members, for whom discretion is key, this room provides a private entrance.”
The way he kept touching her made it really difficult for her to concentrate on what he said. Something about a private entrance and the restaurant. Maggie shifted, lifting her bottom for more of Tucker’s touch. Her move was met with a resounding smack on her bare ass that sent fire streaking along her thighs and down to her pussy. Was everything connected to her sex?
“Be still and take what I give you, little one.” He began pulling on the plug embedded in her tight hole and all thought of words fled. Her body tightened.
“No, Maggie. Relax. The less you fight the easier it will be.”
She worked to follow his instruction by focusing on relaxing her muscle groups one by one until she’d practically melted into the soft cushion beneath her.
This time he pulled on the flared edge and it slid easily from her aching hole while dragging across nerve endings she hadn’t expected. She’d tried this once on her own and she’d experienced nothing but frustrations over how uncomfortable she’d been. That same edge of discomfort still existed but the excitement Tucker’s domination created easily overtook the pain to give her pleasure. Something in her core shifted as she opened more to his demands.