She nods quickly.
“Say you trust me,” I whisper close to her ear.
“I trust you,” she says without hesitation.
I sweep her into my arms and carry her to the middle of the room, to where three small silver rings dangle from a large block of bamboo suspended from the ceiling.
I place her feet to the floor, then kiss her fervently. A groan springs free, and I reach down to push my needy cock against my stomach and zip my pants, wanting my full attention on her.
Releasing her, I say, “This one is a bit different from the simple design I have at home.” I walk over to the wall and run my hand along the different ropes. I select the natural colored jute. This experience should be pure.
“Do you always use the same material?” she asks.
A pang hits my chest, but I push past the ache. “I do,” I say, returning to her side. “Jute is durable but soft. Cotton is the softest...” I trail off, knowing she understands why I’m explaining. Everything is open between us. “It’s the softest. But it also stretches, and there’s less friction, so it slips easily. It’s not ideal for suspension because of that. The rope can tighten painfully and it’s hard to unknot. I would never use cotton.”
Her gaze remains steady on me, her eyes unblinking. “It’s the rope choice of someone who doesn’t want the other person to have the option of getting free.”
“Yes,” I say. “It’s a good choice for hardcore bondage and…other things.”
Her chin lifts, showing me just how strong she’s being in this moment. “And chains?”
My eyebrows pull together. “I would never…” I’m there before her then, taking her face between my palms, the rope lassoed around my shoulder. “No, goddess. I would never subject you to chains. Just say the name of the fucker who has, and I will end him.”
She swallows hard, blinks. “He’s dead.”
I nod hard once. “He would be regardless after I was through with him.”
A tentative smile touches her mouth, and I wither under the pain of it. “I’m not broken, Colton. You showed me that. I’ve just been lost, confused and twisted, for a long time.”
I ease out a strained breath. “Forged or born, you are perfection. Don’t ever question that.” I rest my lips against her forehead, savoring her lavender scent, the warmth of her skin.
“I have to believe that this is who I’d be with or without him,” she says. Her arms slip around me, and I cradle her head against my chest. “Finding you…I know now. With you, I’m every bit the real me.”
I drop a kiss to the top of her head. “And you’re mine.”
With slow but sure movements, she separates from me and holds up her wrists, joint-to-slender joint. “Break his bonds from me. Break them and bind me to you.”
My chest heaves as I stand before her, so completely raw and wanting. “Yes, goddess.” Every order she commands of me, I will do without question.
I slip the rope down my arm and begin to unravel it, letting the end curl along the floor as I run it through my hands to remove any stray fibers. Then I twine it around her wrists, wrapping it twice, then through the middle section to lock her hands in place.
“Raise your arms,” I instruct. We’ve been here before, but this time is so much more. This isn’t me guiding her, exposing her to this intimate side of herself. It’s us discovering who we are together.
Once I’ve gotten the ring threaded and the rope secured, I kiss the smooth skin beneath her bound wrists, then trail my hands to her ribs, where I give her breasts the attention they deserve.
I work my tongue over one pink nipple, flicking the tender bud and sucking it into my mouth. She’s mine now. During the first Shibari session, I was her trainer, the person she needed to be able to trust. I would’ve never taken advantage of her in that vulnerable position. Now, she’s bound to me, and I will touch, lick, caress, and dominate every succulent part of her body.
Her leg laces around mine as she attempts to pull me closer, and I drop to my knees where I bring her ankle up and kiss it before threading a loop. I travel up her leg like that, threading and looping, kissing and caressing, as I create a stunning and intricate design. Once I reach her inner-thigh, I pause and give my patient goddess a small reward, nibbling on her clit until she squirms.
“Hold still,” I say, then suck her into my mouth, eliciting a sultry whimper from her, before I move on to her other leg. I create the same design there, then stretch the end of the rope up to the ring.
Next, with deft movements, I lace a separate length of rope around her ribs, joining the loops along her back. As I move up her torso, I separate a section of the rope to make two thin strands, then thread it over her breasts. She twitches against the binds as I tweak the rope, tightening it to securely clamp her nipples.
“Tell me how that feels,” I say, massaging the sensitive skin around her nipples, roughening them up to take the abuse.
“It makes me tingle. It makes me…hot and wet.” Her voice quivers, and I close my eyes, letting her words guide my movements. “Touch me, Colton.”
Pressing up against her back, I reach around and slide my finger into her slit. Her wetness drenches me. “Jesus, goddess. Are you trying to make me fuck you?”