“I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispered directly in her ear. “Don’t kiss me back.”
Her eyes widened a little, but she said nothing.
Slowly, slowly, Nick lowered his head and brushed his lips over her temple. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and he kissed one and then the other. He kissed her cheek, barely a graze of his lips against her soft, smooth skin, then kissed the corner of her mouth.
“Part your lips for me,” he murmured.
She did, and he swept in, controlling his passion with an iron will as he took her mouth in a hot, languid invasion of his tongue.
He kissed her until her knees buckled. “Breathe.”
The breath whooshed out of her in a sharp exhale.
“Open for me.” Nick tapped her inner thigh, and her legs parted.
He took her lips once more. She sighed into his mouth. Nick slipped a finger past the elastic of her thong to glide along her slick, soft flesh, in rhythm, motion and pressure identical to what he was doing to her tongue, until she leaned into him with a soft whimper.
Looping the rope over his arm, he bent and easily lifted her, carrying her to the bed as she buried her face at his throat.
She didn’t kiss or lick him as she usually did.
He placed her on the bed. She immediately sat up.
He shook his head. “Lie back.”
She scooted up on the bed, drawing up her knees, bracing herself with her palms on the mattress. “Like this?”
Nick nodded. “Just like that.” He reached down and caressed her shoulders, her throat, her chin. Her gaze drifted past him, focusing on their reflection in the mirrors, and a smile spread across his face.
He leaned down, knowing she could see their profiles as he claimed her mouth, his hands roaming over her knees and outer thighs, parting them gently.
Breaking the kiss, he forced himself to take his time, even as it was surely killing him. Jannie watched his every move, shivering a couple of times under his fingertips. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as he slowly peeled off her pretty thong, leaving her exposed.
Beautiful.
And she was about to become even more so.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Nick studied her expression carefully, seeking her unspoken consent. Satisfied with what he saw, he slipped a hand under her calf and placed her leg, her heel touching her buttock. “Keep this position.”
He picked up the rope. In practiced, precise order, he began executing the steps of fashioning a Spiral Futo. Making a single column tie around her ankle, he wrapped the rope around her thigh and shin five times, then began tying munter hitches to fix it in place.
He glanced at her often to find her watching him intently. Her eyes were glassy with desire, her lips parted, and her arousal between her spread legs told him just as much as her expression.
His body hummed with a need so intense, he thought his heart might burst.
He passed a long length of rope under the spiral that wrapped around her leg, slowly pulling the nylon as he tied the hitches to avoid causing burns. Placing his fingers between the rope and her skin to protect it, he adjusted the tension to be nice and tight, allowing the munters to do their job, making sure they pulled the wraps downward toward the center.
Nick looked up. “How are you?”
“Fine.”
He raised an eyebrow.
A little smile. “I’m doing well. But can you please take off your shirt?”
