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“Yes, Daddy!” I cry out. Every sense is heightened under the ropes. Any worries that I had before this are now gone. They stopped at the door when we walked in.
It’s just me and Atlis. This man that I once hated is now the man who knows my body better than I do. I’m flying high, my head throbbing with delight. I didn’t know this could happen to me, and to think, we haven't even had sex yet.
I hear something hit flesh before I feel the sting. I won’t be able to kneel. I won’t be able to lie down. I won’t be able to look at rope the same way.
“This is for touching someone other than me. You will learn to never touch a man who isn’t your husband.”
“I wasn’t going to do anything,” I cry out. Unable to turn away or do anything, I just hang and let him hit me with whatever he holds in his hands. I’m completely at his mercy. “I knew you would come looking for me. I wanted to know what would happen. I literally pulled him into the booth as you were walking up. You fuck with me all the time, I was bound to fuck with you. At least once.”
“Dirty little Snowflake. You wanted to know if Daddy was going to let you get away with your filthy little actions,” Atlis whispers into my ear from behind me.
Tears fall down my face, but I’m still okay. In a way, I need this. I want this. Desperate for a way out from the intrusive thoughts and the PTSD from my childhood. Desperate for someone to use my body.
“Daddy, please!” I beg. I don’t even know why I’m begging because I don’t even know what I need. Every thought except my next orgasm leaves my mind. “Make me cum.”
“Do you think you deserve to cum? Do you deserve to have an earth-shattering orgasm?”
“No,” I cry out.
“No. You don’t. You will hang here until I take you down. You will watch me every time you fuck up. Watch the way I kill them. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy! I’m sorry!” I scream as Atlis holds a massage wand between my legs.
“Oh, Snowflake.” His tone is softer now as if I’ve pleased him. “I’ve just been waiting for you to apologize to me. Now you can cum.”
With his permission, the floodgates open. I feel a gush of liquid seep down my bound legs. My body quivers with the longest orgasm that I have ever felt. Wave after wave of ecstasy encompasses me. My brain stops functioning, and I can’t form a complete thought. A sensation fills me so overwhelming in intensity that I can do nothing else but shudder and close my eyes.
“Good fucking girl, Zolina. When we’re done, I’ll take you to bed.”
“Um, okay,” I reply. Bed? Whose bed? Where is this so-called bed?
Chapter 30
Atlis
My Snowflake falls asleep almost instantly after the orgasm I give to her. Her head dangles downward as little droplets of drool fall to the floor beneath her. The white hair covers her face from seeing anything around her, so I strum my fingers through the strands, untangling the knots that have formed from this night's adventure.
“Oh, wife,” I whisper to myself. I don't know why I continue whispering to her when she is asleep. There’s just something about being able to tell her my deepest secrets while she dreams about pretty things. It makes me feel closer to her– makes the love in my heart grow for her even more.
Putting things back into their respectable places takes little to no time. I like to stay organized and clean. I need to know where everything is all of the time.
I would never let just any woman into a room like this. I’ve been saving one for me and my wife. One that has always been meant for her. Now that I’m aware she’s into rope play, I will turn her into the most obedient, compliant rope bunny that has ever existed.
I slowly release her from the hooks and hold her naked, bound body to mine. The warmth from her skin seeps into my suit, causing me to pull her body closer to mine and forcing an involuntary shiver to run down my spine.
When two people consensually play out a scene, it can take a lot of mental strength. After a marathon of adrenaline, I think we both deserve some sleep. I gradually take her ropes off, one by one, and drop them to the floor as I go. Her arms and legs have a slight reddened tinge to them because she has hung for too long. She needs a warm bath and a long cuddle.
Gently, I move her body for her, angling her legs so that I can pick her up bridal style. Once she is snug in my arms, I leave the playroom and make my way to our bedroom. She stirs on the short journey, grabbing my shirt and shoving her nose into my chest.
How did this come to be? How did I end up with this precious gem of a princess? Forced to marry and live the rest of our lives together. I can't help but think about all the other people in the world that she could have ended up with. But it isn't them. It's me. I'm the one she married. Granted, it wasn't by choice, but semantics.
Zolina has already proven to me that she can deal with my attitude, my comedy, and my body. Eventually, I think we will be a perfectly happy couple. Living well into the age of walking canes, glasses, and hearing aids. As long as neither of us gets murdered because of who we are and who we come from. Again. Semantics.
Prodding the door open with my foot, I give myself pause, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Having only one night's sleep in here hasn't given me enough time to walk blindly to the bed. Her body twitches in my arms, and she lets out a little snore before falling at ease again.
“Atlis. Let’s go to bed now. Please?” She whispers into my chest, half awake.
“We are almost there, wife.” I mentally adjust my plans, changing our destination from the tub to the bed at her request. While a bath would be ideal for her comfort, I don’t think it’d be safe to place her in the tub while I undress. She’d probably fall asleep and almost drown herself with how exhausted she is.
