“How are you feeling?” he asked, sauntering over to the dresser and picking up a rope, examining and tugging on it.
“Umm… not scared… just… curious… anticipatory…a little anxious.” My eyes followed him all over the room. It was spacious, with high ceilings.
“Good. I don’t want you to be scared. It's alright to be curious and anticipatory…the anxiety you feel is probably because you’re not in control and your brain doesn’t know what to make of it.”
I said nothing because he was absolutely right. I usually controlled what was happening in the bedroom, but this time, I was expected to just follow.
“Lie back for me.”
My back met the firm mattress and cool sheets, and I let out the breath I was holding. I felt Vasiah’s lips on my toes, kissing his way up until he got to my thighs. Instinctively, my hands went to his hair, but he had it in a bun on top of his head.
He paused. “If you want to touch me, you have to ask for permission, Hayami. Ask Master V for permission.”
I forgot we were role-playing. Resisting the urge to kiss my teeth, I obliged him.
“May I touch you, Master V?”
“You may.” His head dipped, and he was back kissing my thighs, the sensation building up a pool in my shorts. I skipped panties like I usually do, and I was begging to feel his tongue in my center. His warm breath hovered over her. “Your skin feels like silk, Hayami. I have to taste you, but I don’t think you’re ready.”
My brows furrowed. Right before I could protest, he rose and walked to his dresser, returning with a rope.
“Wrists,” he commanded, and I held them out for him. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, he bound my wrists together. Surprisingly, the rope was soft on my skin. He tied a double knot, then tugged on it.
“Is this too tight?”
“N–no. It feels…snug. But not uncomfortable.”
“Good. Remember, if at any moment you want me to stop, say ‘apple’ and I will.” He put my arms above my head, and my nipples hardened. Leaning close to me, he kissed the side of my face, then my nose, forehead, and finally, my lips. My pussy gushed even more.
“Raise your knees to your chest… yeah, just like that…you look beautiful like that,” he murmured. He brought out some more rope. He wrapped one around my knee and thigh and then repeated it on the other side. I felt like a sexy rotisserie chicken.
“LaReina.”
“Yes, Master V?”
“You ready to cum?”
“I… yes… I am ready to cum, Master V.”
“Hmmm.” He tapped his finger to his chin a few times, staring at me. He was shirtless, looking sexy in a pair of grey sweats that hung snugly on his waist.
“Before I let you cum, how do you feel about being suspended on these bars?”
My mouth went dry as my eyes darted to the ceiling. “I… I’m not too heavy, Master V?”
“These bars can hold up to 400 pounds,” he informed me. Do you trust me, LaReina?”
The question should’ve been easy for me to answer, but I was struggling. What if I fell? What if the rope cuts into my skin? What if –
“LaReina. Stay present with me.” He lightly tapped my pussy with a small, leather crop that came out of nowhere. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
“Master V, I wanna cum,” I damn near begged. I felt him drag the crop along my stomach, between my breasts, around my neck, then down to my shoulders. The sensation between my thighs was rising, and if I had on panties, they’d be completely soaked.
“Then trust me not to let you fall or get hurt,” he replied, but I was sure he wasn’t just talking about suspending me from the bars. I believed he was talking about it in general.
Me?
Trust a man?
