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I frown as irrational anger fuels me, and I leap up from the bed as I pace. “What if I don’t want to? Is this a deal breaker? Am I going to be depriving you if I don’t do this?”

“What? No, Kitten.” Ty stands from the carpet, stepping towards me, but I take a step back, and he instantly raises his hands in surrender. “This isn’t forme, beautiful. It’s foryou.”

My brows hitch. “Me? How isthisfor me?” I point to the structure. “I was restrained and raped, Ty. Why would I want to do it again?”

His face falls, and I instantly feel like a bitch.

“I haven’t explained myself properly, Rhys. My apologies.” His deep blue eyes plead with me, and he gestures to his bed. “Please sit. Let me explain.”

I glare at him for a long, tense moment, my legs quivering under me as I try to calm my nerves. When I step back towards Ty’s bed, his shoulders visibly relax, and he waits for me to sink back down to sit on the end before he lowers back to his knees, this time scooting up close to kneel between my feet as he takes my hands in his.

“Shibari can be therapeutic. I was hoping that by doing it withme, someone you trust, that it might help you. But I mean, if you would rather do it with one of the others, then that’s ok, Kitten. It’s understandable that you’re no longer comfortable with me.”

“What?” I frown again. “Why wouldn’t I be comfortable with you?”

He shrugs. “Our time apart may have changed how you feel.”

“Has it changed how you feel?” I ask, panic seeping in.

“Fuck, no, Kitten. I fucking love you. You’re my end game. Remember?”

My panic recedes at Ty’s words, so I focus on the bondage issue. “You think I should try this,” I gesture to the structure, “and see if it helps me with my restraint fears?”

“The best way to overcome a fear is to face it, especially if you do it with someone you trust. Do you trustme, Kitten?”

“Yes.” The word falls easily from my lips, and I reach for my man, running my hand over the blonde beard he’s grown. “I’m just scared.”

“I will never hurt you, Kitten, and I will always stop when you use the safe word.” Ty leans his head into my palm, his eyes falling shut for a moment as he enjoys my hand on him.

“Cactus is the safe word.” I nod, using the same safe word we used at the Feast. Melia, my therapist, told me I choose to use the same safe word as a sense of control now. Like if I say it now when I’m with my guys, they will always stop, unlike Master Hill, who dismissed the power behind a safe word.

“Of course, Kitten. If you say cactus, or no, or stop. I will stop for any of these words.” Ty places his hand over mine and brings my hand to his lips, pressing a kiss on my palm.

“Will it hurt?” I whisper.

“No. Never. Shibari is about surrendering your control. Putting your complete trust in me. Once I have finished binding you, I will worship you, Kitten. And I won’t stop until you tell me to.”

I suck in a breath and look back over at the structure curiously.

“Ok,” I whisper, and he smiles warmly as I shift my gaze back to him.

“Shall we do it now, or would you like to wait for another time?” He asks, giving me the control.

“Now,” I say quietly. “The sooner we do it, the sooner we get to the part where you worship me.” I grin, and he chuckles before pecking my nose as he stands.

Ty moves across the room and points to the ropes lined up on the window seat. “Which colour would you like?”

I stand, moving closer to inspect the ropes. “Does it matter?”

“Well, yes. I’m going to be creating a work of art with your body, so I thought you might like to choose the colour.”

My brows shoot up, and I take in his lazy smirk, anticipation rearing its beautiful head.

“Purple is my vibe.” I flash him my teeth, and he chuckles, nodding knowingly. “Uh, what are the scissors for?” I ask as my eyes land on the scissors sitting off to the side.

“A quick escape. If you need me to remove the ropes quickly, I can cut you free.”

My heart races with fear at the idea of me needing to be cut free quickly. “Why would I need that?”

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