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I lick my lips, letting a hand slide between my legs to keep his fingers pressed against me. “Just tell me.”
“I don’t think I will. It’ll be better as a surprise.”
My heart skips a beat when I hear the genuine delight in his tone. My curiosity burns hot. What on Earth could he be talking about?
By the time we finally get to his penthouse, I’m practically buzzing with barely contained excitement. The trip from the car to the elevator feels like it takes forever. I can hardly stand it. Neither can he. The moment the elevator doors close, he’s on me, corralling me against the wall and caging me in with his massive body. He kisses me with urgency, like the world’s about to end and he’d rather spend his last few seconds breathing me in.
The elevator ride up takes an eternity, but I don’t mind so much. Not if it means I can have Leo all to myself. I can’t stop touching him. I want my fingers in his hair, stroking his jaw, rolling over his shoulders and chest and arms and abs. I want to feel the weight of his body on me at all hours of the day, a shield against the rest of the world.
His arms bring me a sense of safety, his warm glances a sense of calm. Is this what love feels like? To feel so wholly connected with another soul that the thought of not having him in my life leaves an awful sting in my chest?
When the elevator doors ding and slide open, Leo is quick to scoop me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck so he can carry me more easily down the familiar hall to his bedroom.
He sets me on the edge of the bed, grinning.
My heart stutters. I have never seen a man more beautiful.
“Where’s the surprise you wanted to show me?” I ask him with a giggle.
“Here,” he replies, starting toward his bedside table. He opens the drawer and pulls something out. Something red and silky. Upon further inspection, I realize what it is.
Rope.Shibarirope.
I’ll confess I’m not overly familiar with Shibari, though I have seen it in passing on the rare occasion I decide to spoil myself with a quick peruse through a porn site. Women have needs too, after all. Before tonight, it never really occurred to me how enticing it could be. Maybe because I never had anyone in my life I trusted enough to tie me up and mold me the way they see fit.
“You can say no,” Leo says. “It’s not for everyone, but I figured maybe...”
“Yes,” I say quickly.
“Are you sure?”
“I trust you. Whatever you want—yes.”
The look in his eyes is both vulnerable and hopeful. He kneels before me, rope in hand, tilting his head up to kiss me sweetly. “I’ll take such good care of you,” he says, likeI’mthe one doinghima favor.
I caress his cheek, running my thumb over his scar with the utmost care. I don’t think there’s anything in the world I wouldn’t give him. This is a man who has only known control, but for the first time, I sense his hesitation. His nerves. Like the simple act of expressing his interest, something so niche and perhaps misunderstood, has exposed him like a nerve. He’ll find no judgment in me, no repulsion. I am here, open and willing.
“I know,” I whisper with a smile. “I know you’ll take care of me. How do we start?”
“By establishing some ground rules.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Seriously?”
Leo hits me with a hard look. “Seriously. If at any point you become uncomfortable, or you decide you don’t want to do this, you have to let me know, Nikita. I have to trust you’ll tell me.”
I nod, moved by his concern. “I will, I promise.”
“Okay,” he murmurs. “Now what I want you to do is to undress.”
I do as he asks, rising to my feet as I slowly slip out of my clothes. I let them fall to the floor, forgotten. The entire time, our eye contact is not broken. He remains clothed, seated on the edge of the bed. He watches me like a hawk, savoring every moment like it’s a holy experience.
“Come here,” he says.
I step forward obediently, waiting on bated breath as he begins his intricate work. The rope is soft against my skin, dragging with next to no resistance. I don’t know why I thought it would be rougher, so it’s a pleasant surprise when he sweeps the end over my chest and crisscrosses it. Leo works diligently, his concentration never wavering. He’s really good at this. Twisting the rope here and crossing the ends over one another, knotting everything behind me neatly so my wrists are bound behind my back.
He’s created a sort of harness, one that cups the shape of my small breasts and accentuates the dip of my waist. The pattern is tight, the rope flush against my skin, but I don’t feel constricted or claustrophobic in any way. He’s made sure of that. The gentle sweep of his fingers over my skin makes me want to melt, his attention to detail rendering me a puddle in his hands. When he’s done, he carefully turns me so I can review my reflection in the bedroom mirror.
It’s beautiful. I feel beautiful.
