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However, I’m also increasingly aware of being tied up naked in plain sight of anyone who happens to pass by. Granted, we haven’t seen any other boats, and it’s dusk, but I still feel incredibly exposed.
“What are you doing?” I ask, the edge of panic I’m feeling tinging my words.
“No talking, baby. Just experiencing. Do I need to gag you?”
I shake my head vehemently and clamp my lips together. He smiles, and my stomach flutters. That smile of his can convince me to do just about anything. He stops wrapping the rope around me long enough to kiss me, slowly and sensually. His lips are soft and gentle.
“If anything gets too intense or you want me to stop, say red and we stop. Okay?” His words remind me this is play, just part of the world he wants to take me to, and I relax. He smiles again, but this time it’s the smile of a predator who knows his prey is cornered and helpless. “You may also speak if it’s in direct response to a question,” he adds. “But then your answer should be ‘yes, sir’ or ‘no, sir.’ Do you understand?”
I nod mutely. He smacks my pussy lightly and I gasp, even as I feel my arousal gush forth in response. My eyes fly to his, and he lifts one eyebrow expectantly.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” This time, he caresses my sex, the middle two fingers of his hand sliding into my wet heat, and I moan. I’m already completely aroused, and it doesn’t take long for that familiar gathering in my core to begin. But as soon as my hips start making little circles, driving his fingers deeper into me, he removes his hand and goes back to tying the rope. When he’s finished, I’m firmly strapped to the mast, the rope binding my torso to it in such a way that it looks like I’m wearing a rope harness of sorts.
He steps back to admire his handiwork, and I look down at my body, marveling at the intricate series of knots. The way he’s fashioned the ropes frames my breasts, somehow putting them on display even more, yet the ropes crisscross over my breasts, trapping my nipples in between them. Moving down from my breasts, the rope wraps around my waist with one strand crossing vertically to bisect my slit and the crack of my ass. He has strategically tied a knot that rests on my clit and another that nestles between my butt cheeks, right at the tight opening hidden in between.
“It’s called Shibari,” he explains, following my gaze. “The art of rope bondage. One of the more useful things I learned on assignment in Asia.” He flashes me a grin, and my stomach plummets to my toes.
I try to move, but his ropework is as functional as it is artistic. I’m completely immobilized and his to do with as he pleases, with no one to witness it but the seagulls flying overhead. Hopefully.
A wave hits the hull of the boat, and I immediately realize just how well-placed the knots are. The movement of the boat causes the rope to move ever so slightly—just enough to slide erotically over my nipples and clit and ass.
I watch with trepidation mixed with desire as he crosses the boat and comes back with a strip of fabric that he got from God knows where. He pulls off his T-shirt, giving me a mouthwatering glimpse of his hard, glistening chest and abs before tying the fabric over my eyes. His fingers firmly pry my mouth open so he can kiss me deeply. I fall into the kiss as if gravity doesn’t exist. With Noah, there’s nothing to keep me grounded—no tether to sanity. There’s nothing to hold on to but him. He reminds me of the ocean—powerful, dangerous, and unknown, a force that can’t be controlled or explained. But I’m drawn to him like the ocean is to the moon, pulled by a force beyond time, despite the fact that at any moment I might slip under and be overwhelmed. Or maybe because of it.
“This is two punishments in one.” My heart is beating like the wings of a trapped bird. “The punishment you earned on Pangulasian Island, coupled with a reminder of the fact that your body, and what I do with it, is unilaterally mine. How many minutes of punishment did you earn?”
“I don’t know,” I say a little wildly. “Four? Six?” I’m having trouble thinking straight entirely.
“We’ll split the difference with five,” he dictates. “That’s probably all you’ll be able to take anyway.”
I swallow hard. That doesn’t sound very encouraging. What is he going to do?
“The clock starts now.”
I wait uneasily. The seconds tick by agonizingly slowly as I wait for my punishment to begin, every nerve ending on high alert. I can hear Noah moving around the deck as the waves gently rock the boat, causing the rope to continually graze across my erogenous zones. A bigger wave hits the hull, and it feels like the knot between my ass cheeks is being driven into my hole. I wiggle a little, trying to dislodge it, but that only pushes it in deeper. This is torture. Sweet, exquisite, mind-bending torture. The more the boat moves, the more the ropes tighten and press against me, and the more focused I become on my need to come. There’s just enough stimulation to keep me on the edge, but not enough to satisfy me. I hear the door of the cabin opening and closing, and then silence. The bastard has left me here alone, naked and tied to the mast.
I try not to panic. I thought when he said he was going to punish me, it would be another spanking like the one he previously gave me—maybe a little painful but oh-so-erotic—not leaving me alone, kept in a constant state of arousal.
“You’re a bastard, Noah Payne,” I mutter as another wave laps at the boat. The knot in my ass is stretching me uncomfortably, but somehow the friction is stimulating nerve endings I didn’t even know existed, while the knot on my clit is rubbing enticingly. I am quickly becoming a quivering bundle of need.
“Not the best idea to throw insults when you’re in such a compromising position.” His low growl is close to my ear. “You just doubled your punishment, sweetheart.”
“You were here all along?”
“Well, I certainly wasn’t going to miss the show.” There’s a smile in his voice. He rubs his thumb over my lower lip. “I wouldn’t leave you, baby.”
“But I heard the door open,” I begin. Then I remember what he said about things not always being what they seemed, and about having to put my trust in him. “Oooh. Another mindfuck. You really are a bastard.”
“You can call me a bastard, but it better be followed by ‘sir.’ Otherwise, your punishments are going to keep doubling with every word you say.” He’s enjoying this way too much.
I bite back a retort. Although it’s fun to push his buttons, I’m not entirely sure I want to see how far I can push him, especially when I’m tied to a boat’s mast and completely at his mercy. He leaves me there another agonizingly long time as the boat rocks and the ropes shift, and I’m close to begging him to untie me when there’s a quick tug and the rope falls away. “Come here.” He doesn’t remove the blindfold, but with his hands on my naked body, he guides me to the upholstered double chaise and orders me onto my hands and knees. I obey, my heart thumping.
He moves behind me now, his hands never leaving my body as he smooths my hair and strokes my back. I practically purr. I am so needy, and his hands feel so good. His fingers curve around my rib cage to caress my breasts, alternately squeezing them and tugging on my nipples until they become two tight points of desire. He reaches between my parted legs and slips a finger into my wetness. I moan as he slowly slides in and out of my pussy. When he removes it, I whimper at the emptiness he leaves behind and the fierce hunger he’s created for more.
He pushes his finger into my mouth, forcing me to taste the undeniable evidence of my desire. Powerless to resist anything he asks of me, I let him invade my mouth, the sweet earthy taste of me on his fingertips intoxicating. He lightly trails his fingers down my spine and to my ass, unhurriedly caressing the globes of my bare bottom. His fingers gently pry open my cheeks, and I feel the heat suffuse my face as I imagine him inspecting my tight, immensely private hole, although his proprietary handling of my body is a huge turn-on. I remain as still as I can, trying to remind myself I have given my body to him, but self-consciousness finally gets the best of me and I jerk away from his touch.
“Oh, baby.” He tsks, but I can sense his smile from behind my blindfold. “You are going to regret that.”
