“I want you to tie me up.”
“I did. Don’t you remember?”
“No, I meanreallytie me up.” I nods her head up, toward the thing on the ceiling.
“Hmmmmmm. You think you’re ready for that now?”
“Yes,” I say with as much confidence as I can muster. He was right last night. After I thought about it, the thought of being in such a vulnerable position made me nervous, a feeling I’ve only started having around Kass. But after being tied up by him in gentler ways this weekend, I really do feel ready. “I trust you.”
He stares into my eyes as if assessing my resolve. “Okay.”
“Really?” I try not to sound too excited, but I can’t help it. A rush of adrenaline courses through my body.
“Yeah.” He stands up and walks over to his dresser.
When I was digging through there last night for a shirt, I stumbled across a drawer full of ropes and all sorts of other kinky shit. So, I know he’s serious.
“Strip down to whatever you’re most comfortable in.”
Alright. I strip down till I’m naked.
When he turns around, he rolls his eyes at me. “Figures.”
His hands hold a large hank of jute rope. The sight of this man shirtless in grey sweatpants, holding rope is enough to make me swoon for the first time in my damn life. Fuck, he’s so damn sexy.
“Okay, now I need you to relax.” His tone is more serious now. He’s shifted from a playful dom to a man whotakes his role as a rigger very seriously. It only makes me trust him more. “This is supposed to be an enjoyable experience, a release from the world. No talking, unless you need to tell me something’s uncomfortable or you want to get out. Donothesitate to tell me to stop. Try to just let go of all control and lean into it.”
“I can do that,” I reassure him, trying to hold the same level of reverence as him. I take in a deep breath and let it out, trying to convince my body to give over control.
He surprises me by bending down and shoving his bed out of the way, so it’s no longer under the bar attached to the ceiling. I thought he had it under there on purpose to cushion my landing if I fall.
He must see the confused look on my face because. “I’m going to put you into an Agura, so I need more vertical space.”
Fuck. My biggest fantasy come true.
He puts on some music and dims the lights, setting the mood. I smile at the first song that plays. Something about giving up power. Just another reminder that what’s about to happen requires a level of trust I’ve never had with anyone. Trust that I’m not even sure I fully have for Kass yet. But the adrenaline rush I feel right now is likely due to the uncertainty of it all. It’s enough to make me want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything before.
He drops all but one of the hanks of rope onto the floss next to my feet. He starts by wrapping it around my chest in an X pattern, weaving them through each other with skilled hands, almost like he’s on autopilot.
He runs his fingers between the rope and my skin. “Does that feel okay?”
“Yes.”
He continues down my body, wrapping it around mywaist and securing that section to the upper section around my chest. When he’s behind me, he leans down and kisses my neck, making my skin pebble and my body shiver.
With each section he completes, he gives the harness a little tug to test its strength. The motion gently jostles my body, reminding me to relax. As he weaves it around my body, his hands graze my skin with a gentle caress, so at odds with the rough texture of the rope.
Once he’s completed the harness, he grabs another hank of rope.
“This next part can be a little intense. I’m going to tie your arms behind you. Is that okay?”
I nod. “Yes please.”
He takes my wrists and folds my arms behind my back, criss crossing them like butterfly wings. I can’t see what he’s doing back there, but I can feel the rope weaving in and out as he secures my arms behind me. I breathe through it, reminding myself that I can get out of this whenever I want. I glance over at the side table where the safety sheers are only an arm's length away.
He checks in along the way, making sure I can still feel my fingers and that nothing is pinching too tight.
“So, when do I get to be suspended?” I tried to keep my question to myself, but I can’t help myself.
