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“Keep them here,” he commands, setting the soles of my shoes firmly on the table just below my thighs.
I bite my lip and watch carefully as he takes each of my hands and brings them down to grip my ankles.
“Now, don’t move an inch,” he says.
Each of the commands, delivered with such authority, makes me tremble with anticipation. And I can’t help admiring the sculpted shape of Efrem’s back, his impossibly broad shoulders as he makes his way to the wall of whips and restraints.
Heart pounding as I’m reminded of all the torture devices, I almost release my ankles to sit up. I’m not sure I’m ready to be caned or anything. But I trust Efrem, I remind myself. And I have a safe word if it’s too much.Champagne, champagne, champagne.
When he turns back to me, he holds a long coil of black rope in his hands. He runs it through his fingers with familiar comfort until he finds the end and starts making knots.
Oh, dear god. What have I gotten myself into?
20
DANI
Forcing myself to take a deep breath, I think back to our last night together, when Efrem pinned me forcefully against the stoop of my home and fucked me hard. He had my hands trapped above my head, my body so thoroughly under his control that I couldn’t have stopped him if I wanted. And that knowledge had driven me absolutely wild.
I loved the way he claimed me, and if I could like it when he was that mad, I’m sure I’ll like whatever he has in mind for me tonight. That thought calms me, and I turn my attention to the gorgeous lines of his body rather than the rapid beat of my heart.
“This is Shibari,” he says, lacing the rope around one of my wrists and ankles, tying them firmly together. “It makes it so I have the control, and you must trust me.”
Biting my lip, I nod.
“You tell me if it is too tight.” Efrem pauses when I don’t agree right away, too mesmerized by the intricate design he’s tying as easily as if it were a braid.
“It’s fine,” I assure him when I realize he’s waiting for an answer.
He proceeds, tying knots up around my waist to keep my leg firmly trapped in its position. Then he moves on to my other side.
“If you like this, I can tie you up in all kinds of knots,” he teases, his eyes dancing with warm anticipation.
When he finishes the last knot, I’m so well bound I can’t move my legs. My hands are firmly locked in place as well, my knees and ankles spread to give him full access to my holes. The confined yet vulnerable sensation is shockingly erotic. As is the soft press of rope indenting my skin.
Efrem hums with anticipation, his hands exploring my rope-bound thighs. I gasp as his fingers glide between my folds without warning, and though my legs want to snap together—a knee-jerk reaction to the unexpected, intimate touch—the rope strains and keeps me entirely at his mercy.
A dangerous grin spreads across Efrem’s strong jaw, and my core turns to molten lava.
“You’re mine,malen’kiy tsvetok,” he purrs, his hands firmly gripping my thighs.
And with a sudden jerk, he slides my body to the edge of the table. I shudder with the intensity of his gaze, unable to look away even for an instant. Lowering to his knees, Efrem brings himself level with my pussy, and his arms reach around my thighs to part my folds.
Then his tongue delves into me, licking up my juices as he penetrates me.
I mewl, my legs quivering with the need to move as overwhelming pleasure rockets through my body. I never knew how many things I wanted to do to Efrem until I had the ability taken from me.
I can’t comb my fingers into his hair or wrap my legs around him. My hips roll to the best of their ability inside the rope’s confines as Efrem’s tongue strokes up my slick folds to my clit.
And he sucks it mercilessly.
“Oh god!” I gasp as the pressure of it overwhelms me.
My clit throbs as two thick fingers penetrate me, pressing into my depths and finding my hidden spot. I writhe futility against my bindings, and I don’t know if it’s the lack of control or the immediacy with which Efrem began demanding pleasure from me, but my body is on fire.
Like a live wire, zinging electricity crackles between my nerves. I don’t know if it’s warning me that I’m about to come or short-circuit completely. Hands locking around my ankles, I hold on for dear life because nothing else is under my control.
Efrem’s turning me on with almost punishing intensity. And when he bites down on my clit, delicately pinching it between his teeth, I’m a goner.
