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She didn’t know what she’d expected, but it wasn’tthat.
He walked slowly toward her, his eyes flashing when they caught the lights on the other side of theglass.
He stopped and she braced herself for more withholding, another torturous moment of needunfulfilled.
Instead he lifted his hand and pulled at the pins in her hair until it fell around her shoulders. She caught the scent of her own shampoo and wondered if he smelled ittoo.
He slid his hands into the hair at the back of her head. His eyes bore intohers.
“I haven’t wanted someone this badly in a very long time,Nina.”
She didn’t have time to say anything before he crushed her mouth beneath his, all reason swept from her mind as he plundered her with his tongue, his urgent exploration evidence that passion hid beneath his coolexterior.
Their long courtship, strangely old-fashioned, only increased the explosion of sensation: his mouth wet and hot on hers, the brush of his shirt teasing her already erect nipples, his hard cock pressing against her stomach through histrousers.
She wanted it all. Wanted him naked. Wanted his mouth onher.
Wanted him insideher.
Reaching for him wasinstinctual.
He grabbed her wrist. “I’ll tell you when you can touchme.”
He stepped away, and she was gratified to see that he was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he circled her body, the red rope still in hishand.
She didn’t know why she lowered her gaze. It simply seemed like the appropriate thing to do, his study of her requiring privacy she didn’tunderstand.
She flinched when she felt his hand on her shoulder. He brushed the hair aside and she felt the rope, unexpectedly soft and heavy, against the back of her neck. A moment later he placed one end over each of her shoulders until they hung loosely down herbody.
She fought a surge of panic, but when he moved to the front of her body and tied a knot above her breasts, there was plenty of room between her neck and the knot, alleviating any concern she had about being able tobreathe.
“Shibari is sometimes referred to as Kinbaku.” He spoke softly as he used the ends of the rope to make two more knots down the front of her body — one between her breasts and one just above her navel. “In a literal sense, it means to bind tightly, although the adverb is open to interpretation — andpreference.”
The rope was somehow both silky and rough, a sensual counterpoint to her bare skin. Her eyes flickered closed as he slipped a hand between her thighs. Her body ached, every nerve throbbing as he slipped the ends of the rope between herlegs.
“Shibari is a Western term.” She felt him touching the rope at the back of her neck and stifled a moan as the length between her legs tightened between her folds. He took one end and slipped it under her arm, making his way back to the front of her body and working the rope around one breast. “It refers more to the aesthetic of the rope. Kinbaku is about the sensual pleasure ofbondage.”
She kept her eyes closed as he maneuvered the rope around her otherbreast.
“I find both to be appropriate, though purists would disagree. Shibari is undoubtedly beautiful, a natural addition to the aphrodisiac of bondage,” he said. “I’m not interested in purity. Onlypleasure.”
Her eyes were still closed when she felt his hands working the rope at herback.
“Do you find this pleasurable, Nina?” He spoke her name with reverence, his breath a whisper on her bareshoulder.
“Yes.”
“I thought you might,” hemurmured.
He was in front of her again, his breath soft against the cleft between her thighs. When she opened her eyes, he was kneeling in front of her, tying the ends of the rope in a knot at hernavel.
He sat back on his heels and looked up at her, his eyes lit with something likeawe.
She didn’t know what to say, couldn’t find words for the current of emotion and sensation running through her body andsoul.
Need and pleasure and excitement andshame.
He stood and stepped behind her, guiding her to a full-length mirror against thewall.
