Page 21 of Little Shake of Salt

She held them together and it took every ounce of control not to grin like an idiot.

I tightened the rope around her wrists, creating a cuff with a knot between both of them. Marina’s eyes never left me as I drew her arms up and over her head, her nipples lifting above the surface of the water.

“Stay like that,” I commanded softly.

I loved this dynamic, especially knowing that she was still the one in control. I was tying her up, I was pleasing her, and I was submitting by being the one to dominate her.

It was exactly what I needed in my life.

She whimpered as I grabbed the other bundle of rope and slid into the water with her. I started working it around her breasts and torso. I couldn’t stop myself from pausing to kiss her nipples, sucking and teasing as I dragged the rope between them, tightening until she groaned, her tail whipping up and sending a splash of water behind her.

I grinned as a few droplets sprayed against my bare skin. “Use your words,princess.I know you’ve got plenty of them. Are these too tight?”

“No,” she rasped. “No, I love them.”

“Good. Keep talking to me.”

“About what? I want to bite you right now.”

I suppressed a smile as I knotted the rope into diamond shapes down her torso. “What else are you thinking about?”

“Fucking you with my tongue.”

I rolled my eyes at her, which earned a soft, playful hiss. But then I reached down, my fingertips grazing her slit. I eased two against her clits, and she let out a throaty groan.

Then, I pulled my fingers away.

“Demi.”

“Yes?” I asked politely, continuing to tie her up.

Marina pressed her lips together, pouting at me. The way the candlelight lit up her iridescent scales drew my gaze, and I went still for a moment, just drinking her in.

She was so incredibly beautiful. For the first time in my life, I wished I were an artist. I could barely draw a stick figure, and it just suddenly didn’t feel fair.

“Got you,” she teased, suddenly bringing her arms around my neck.

I squeaked as she shoved me back against the rocks, water sloshing up onto the cave floor, her evil giggle following.

“You’re impossible,” I protested weakly. “Youwantedme to tie you up, and here you are being so bratty.”

“And what will you do about it, little sailor?”

Under the water we went, but I was already adapting, ready for her kiss of life. Her lips were on mine, offering me air, offering me pleasure. I devoured her mouth as I slipped my hand lower again, pushing four fingers inside her.

Marina’s moans got lost in our kisses as I started to ease myself in and out of her. I curled my free hand through the ropes between her breasts, tugging hard enough she let out a surprised yelp.

She wasn’t the only one here who was strong.

I grabbed her arms and used the ropes to secure them in place, putting her wrists against her chest. I checked the knots, making sure she wasn’t able to escape even though I knew she’d be able to if she really wanted to.

And now my mermaid was tied up in rope. It reminded me of a net, the way it was wrapped around her body, pressing into her dark gray skin, her nipples stiff and cheeks flushed.

Without missing a beat, I kissed down the curve of her neck, dragging the tip of my tongue over the hollow of her collarbone. I held onto her hips, kicking myself lower in the water until I buried my face against her pussy. She cried out, her voice lost to the ocean as I started to lap at her, feasting on her as if she were my last meal.

She writhed against me, her tail whooshing back and forth. I gripped the fins on either side of her hips like they were love handles, stilling her as I pleasured her.

This was where I always wanted to be. There wasn’t anything else that was better in the world to me than this moment, tasting her, submitting to her, dominating her,pleasing her.