AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I wanted the opposite of the one I had in Tokyo. We are bathed in purple light as soon as we enter. The suspension cords hang from strategic posts throughout the space. I’m only interested in the center hooks, the ones from which I will dangle my little dove.
Rather than ignoring her words I let them wash over me, fuel me as I make intricate knots. “Coward-ass motherfucker, psychopath, terrible husband, mediocre lover, bitch-ass kuso yaro no baka tare.” A smile spreads across my face despite her feisty words.
“I thought I wanted you docile and sweet. I see now that was the young me. The one without life experience. I see now I like the bad bitch perking up inside of you. She’s easier to punish. Keep it up.” I smack her ass in appreciation. She settles a bit, but I can feel the strain in her taut body. She wants to fight. I like that shit.
Plumping her down in the center of the thick black tatami mat, I slip the ropes in place to muffle her around her mouth. “You will tap three times if you are pushed past your limits,” I tell her.
I hide my smile at her already tapping. Gripping the curls at her nape, I tug her head back so that I see those pretty eyes.
“So are we lying, Tay-chan?”
Shaking her head vehemently, she spears me with a glance that almost has me doubting — almost. I file that away and get to work. I secure her feet first.
This will be an inverted position. Tripling the rope three times I secure her feet from ankles to calves. Then taking the jute, I do the same to her waist and torso only to backtrack and re-secure her ankles. Pulling the jute taut, making sure to erect her spine to keep her stable, I circle her neck and mouth, making sure the rope is secure and unslacking for her safety. I bind her hands at the wrist behind her locking them against her spine.
The pose is reminiscent of “The Lonely House on Adachi Moor,” a famous depiction of kinbaku. Once I have her bound, I lace the rope through the pulleys.
Slowly, I hoist her until she is hanging upside down, her head level to my waist. Her pretty already weeping pussy at my mouth.
She looks divine suspended so beautifully before me. Kneeling before her, I search her gaze. Pupils blown, I see she is reaching her limit.
“How are we doing, little dove? Tap thrice if you need relief.” Placing my hand within reach of her bound hands, I wait for her, speaking in soothing tones.
“I have neglected you in this because I was afraid when I should have trusted your strength.” Seeing her eyes flare, I know I have tapped into the answer. My sweet little dove not only needs my loving rough touch, she needs to be bound, made to submit to my cruelty. I didn’t trust myself. I wasn’t ready to make her fully submit. Now, I see the lie in what I took for comfort. She needs this as much as I do.
“I have been remiss in your correction — no more.” She closes her eyes against my words. Noticing the slight relaxing ofher shoulders, the deep exhalation and the flare of her nostrils, I know I made the right choice.
“Taylor.” My voice is hard and clear. “Are you willing?”
She knows she holds the power. I will unlace her the moment she says.
I know she takes her time to torment me. Ever so slowly, she nods her head. Instantly my dick presses against the seam of my pants with even harder purpose.
Rising, I capture my bottom lip between my teeth, drawing blood as I take in her beautiful form. The ropes cut gently into her lush curves. Placing two fingers between the rope and her flesh, I make sure nothing is tearing her delicate skin.
Taking two steps back, I grab one plush thigh and spin. I spin and spin. Watching her body catch the purple light, loving the way she’s inverted. I’m not ashamed to admit I love her being at my mercy. The level of trust she’s giving me — after all I have done is simply incredible. It almost seems like love. I can’t allow myself that delusion, though. I thought she truly loved me once so much, so I showed her my sacred tattoo and gave her words meaning forever in my culture and hers, then lost three years in an asylum thanks to my little dove. I push those thoughts away before they cloud my purpose, focusing instead on the task at hand — kinbaku.
I twirl her slowly and she spins like a ballerina dancing on a cloud, only one that has been suspended by rope. Art and eroticism meet in a sensual dance.
I stop her after the fifth rotation. Her hardened nipples beckon me. Clamping them, I watch as goose bumps rise on her skin, the way she captures her lush lips between her teeth. I spin her again. Her body in motion is hypnotic, grace, and beauty. Tied she’s supposed to be at my mercy, but I feel like an acolyte.
Reaching out to touch a smooth calf, I stop her.
“Shall we see how you lie, little dove?” Already I see how slick her pussy is. Leaning in I inhale and dip my tongue between her lips for a taste. “You’ll pay for your little lie in the beginning. Know this, you’ll never be able to hide from me. You’re mine don’t you know that?” Trailing my finger over her drenched mound, I tap the sticky sweetness bringing my glistening fingers to my lips and sucking them clean.
“So fucking sweet,” I say, burying my face into her exposed pussy. I don’t even have to bend as I taste the delectable nectar of her.
I hear her muffled cries as my tongue slides over her exuding clit. I take my time, not wanting to rush. Her pussy lips pout like they’re mad at me for neglecting them for so long. Who am I not to make amends? Dipping my tongue as deep as I can in between them, I lick and lave until they are thick and puffy, then the benevolent motherfucker that I am, I suck them both in long pulls. Leaning back, I drip onto them, making them glisten. Then I do it all again.
“Such a pretty fucking girl,” I groan before diving back in. She tastes like everything good in life. All I missed in ten years of being separated and unable to touch her as I wished. She’s everything I’ll ever need.
I bask in the beauty that is pushing her higher and higher to reach her passion.
“So good, pretty girl.” Stepping back, I don’t want her to come yet.
She twists hard seeking more of my touch making herself spin. I can’t help my maniacal smirk watching the jeweled nipple clips give flight and her pretty little pussy take the air.
“You’re magnificent, little dove.”
