Page 20 of Little Shake of Salt

“Yes.”

“You have to release me—ahhh, fuck me—Marina! You have to let me go, then.” Her mouth had fixed over the bite mark and she was sucking it, more ripples of pure bliss rushing through me from head to toe.

“Don’t wanna,” she chuckled, sucking harder.

She was going to leave a mark, and I didn’t even care. Gods, everyone at work and practice and the grocery store and wherever else could see the mark—and I’d feel happy. Possibly even proud.

I really did want to tie her up though.

I grabbed a fistful of her silver hair and dragged her head back. Shegrowledat me, and I narrowed my eyes.

“I’m tying you up,” I said. “Unless you don’t want me to?—”

“I already said yes.”

She was going to drive me wild in the best way, I already knew it.

I kissed her hard on the mouth again, then pushed her back, rolling away before she could drag me into the water. I could feel her eyes on me as I pulled the rope and a set of safety shears out of the basket, inspecting everything closely.

When I looked back, only the top half of Marina’s face was above the water. I raised a brow as I slid to the ledge.

“Are you going to behave?”

“No,” she said haughtily.

I cocked my head and stared at her. “Come here.”

“You can’t make me, can you?”

“I’m sure I could wrestle you here, but I don’t need to. You’ll come to me eventually.” I leaned back, tits out, legs spread, enjoying the way the blush crept higher in her cheeks.

Eventually, she’d swim closer.

Eventually, she’d offer herself up for me to tie.

And unlike Marina, Iwaspatient.

I started to untangle the rope quietly, and discovered there were actually two bundles. The material seemed to be made from hemp, which I was familiar with. It would be fine for use underwater so long as we didn’t tie anything too tight. That would give the rope room to constrict without causing harm.

I loved rope play. It was always fun, and I loved the way a gorgeous woman looked all tied up and helpless and needy.

“Is there anywhere I shouldn’t tie?” I asked. “For safety reasons? Like your fins?”

“Avoid my gills, and I should be fine otherwise. I want you to tie my wrists together,” Marina said. “And then rope around my torso.”

“And what a princess wants, she gets,” I said patiently. “Whenshe behaves.”

Marina scoffed, but edged closer. “I could drag you to the trenches.”

“And then you’d have no one to eat you out.”

Her hands planted on either side of me, her face suddenly in front of mine. I raised a brow at her.

“You don’t scare me,” I laughed.

“I know,” she sighed, letting out a frustrated groan. “It makes me horny.”

“I can tell. How about you put your wrists together for me?”