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“I’d like to talk while I tie,” he said.
“Sir?”
“Let me rephrase. I’m asking if you’d prefer to be silent in order to focus on the feeling of being tied.”
She was quiet for a moment. “I like talking to you, Master Bennani.”
Hearing her say his name made him smile. “Arms up.”
She held her arms straight out.
He looped the rope around her chest, just below her breasts. “We talked a bit about your previous experience with BDSM, about your husband.”
She nodded hesitantly. “Yes, Sir.”
“You had a strong reaction to my question about degradation kink.” He pulled the tail of the doubled rope up over one shoulder and down between her breasts. “You also had some very specific examples as to what degradation kink would sound like.”
She took a deep breath, and he waited before tucking the leads under the band around her breasts. He drew it up over her other shoulder, the rope tightening against the bottom of her tits.
He kept going, weaving the rope over her chest. He hadn’t asked a question, only let his statement hang. It was deliberate. If he asked the question, she would feel compelled to answer, even if she didn’t want to. She might answer that she didn’t want to talk about it, but that in and of itself was an answer. It revealed something that she might want private.
But as he wound the rope around her, her shoulders relaxed and her chin dipped as she lost the formal posture. The star harness took form, the baby-blue rope he’d chosen for this, pale against her golden skin.
He finished the chest harness, tucking the remaining tail under the crisscrossed and woven rope between her shoulder blades. Julen was going to check his work and create the loop and knot needed for suspension.
Ilias reached under the table for another hunk of rope, this time a natural rope that wouldn’t slip and slide. He drew Josslyn’s arms back, tucking her elbows just behind her sides.
“Once I put the first few loops in place, we’re going to wait and check that we’re not pinching your nerves.” He traced the outside edge of her arm with one finger. “There are nerves running along here, and if the rope is too tight, your fingers might feel numb.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He doubled the rope, then looped it around one arm above her elbow, passing it along her back and around the other arm.
“I want you to hold your arm still. Even pull against the ropes for now, to make sure I’m not pulling your elbows together.”
Though fetish photography often featured images of women and men with their elbows touching behind their backs, that level of flexibility was incredibly rare, and Ilias wanted her arms comfortable. Once he had three wraps around her elbows, he did a quick release knot to hold everything in place, then circled around to her front.
Between the chest harness and now the arm binding, her breasts were thrust forward nicely, totally vulnerable and his to play with.
He wanted to taste her nipples, wanted to bite and lick and suck. He checked the urge, instead gently pinching and plucking at the tips of her breasts. This rope session wasn’t going to be about pleasure, or even overtly sexual. Yes, he’d touch her intimately, but only to emphasize her helplessness once she was in suspension.
Ilias had a vivid image of her lying on a white sheet, her skin glowing against the pale fabric. No ropes, no cuffs, no bondage of any kind. Just her sprawled out, waiting for him to pleasure her.
“Did you check for feeling in her fingers?” Julen’s question broke through the fantasy vision.
“Not yet. I’m waiting.”
The other Dom nodded and circled around behind Josslyn. She swayed a little as Julen tugged on the chest harness and began forming the tie point.
Ilias took Josslyn’s hands in his. “Any numbness in your fingers? Tingling?”
“No, Sir.”
“Your fingers aren’t…well, they are a little cold.”
“My hands are always cold.”
He wrapped his hands around hers, warming her. “We’ll wait another few minutes to be sure.”
