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Ilias almost said no, almost put it off, but Josslyn seemed eager, straightening and then looking up at the hook hanging above her head with a slight quirk to her lips that promised to become a smile.
“Yes,” Ilias said.
Julen checked each of the bonds, and Ilias knew he had no right to be irritated with his friend, either for double-checking his rope work or touching his girl.
His girl.
For fuck’s sake. Hearing Josslyn’s tragic backstory shouldn’t make him feel this possessive.
That’s not why you feel possessive. You’ve been thinking “mine” since the moment you saw her.
“Let’s get you kneeling on the table.”
Ilias steadied her upper body as he and Julen helped Josslyn kneel on the blanket on the table. Ilias stayed facing her while Julen circled around to her back.
“I plan to touch you while you’re in suspension,” Ilias said.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“If you need to just experience the ropes, and not be touched, let me know.”
“I want whatever you’re willing to do to me, Sir.”
“Willing?” Ilias took a deep breath, carefully releasing it.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You have no reason to be sorry.”
“I made you angry.” Josslyn’s body rocked side to side as Julen attached the suspension ropes to all the various anchor points along her back.
“No, you didn’t. I’m not angry with you in any way.”
Julen leaned to the side and caught Ilias’s eye. “Ready?”
Ilias nodded, then reached up and cupped Josslyn’s cheek, sliding his thumb across her lips.
She leaned into his hand.
It was harder to let her go than it should have been.
Ilias circled to where Julen stood near the upright post that supported the pergola structure above the stage. He held three different ropes.
One attached to the back of her chest harness, the other to the hip harness, and the last one to her legs, which were now secured in a bent-knee position.
Ilias took the ropes and began to raise Josslyn into the air.
Little by little, he lifted her until her knees left the blanket. She dangled four feet from the ground, body tilted slightly forward, her flesh securely and elegantly bound by the ropes.
Ilias tied off the ropes to hold them in place, then he and Tareq moved the tables, placing gym mats under their subs to pad the ground if something happened.
Ilias stood before Josslyn, looking slightly up into her face. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow and even.
She opened her eyes when he took her hands in his.
He laced their fingers together. Again, he lied to himself and said he was doing it to check her circulation.
“Josslyn.”
