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“That depends on whether you want it to. You can use ropes made of different materials, some rough and some soft, and different thicknesses. The knots and patterns and positions, well, they’re hugely varied. It’s not merely a kink, it’s an art form. Shibari masters spend years learning their craft.”
“Are you a master, Drake?”
Her curious, sultry tone goes straight to my dick, exactly the same way it does when she calls me sir. Fuck, I couldn’t want this woman more if she were dipped in chocolate.
“I’m pretty good. I know what I’m doing, and you’d be safe with me if you wanted to try it. It doesn’t even have to be sexual. It can be just about the act itself. It can simply allow you to get out of your head for a while.”
I’m getting close to her apartment now, and she puts a hand on my arm. “Can we go to your place instead? I want to try it with you, and if we stay at mine, we’ll have to make do with my nylons and your necktie.” She flashes me a smirk. “I’m guessing it won’t be quite the same experience.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. “It’s not for everyone.”
“I want to try all the things you like, Drake. And judging by that bulge in your pants after only talking about it, I’m figuring you like it a lot.”
“Ignore my cock. He has a mind of his own.”
She flutters her eyelashes. “I couldn’t ignore it even if I wanted to. The only reason I haven’t touched it is because I don’t want to die in a fiery crash. But I would like to try Shibari. I’d love to forget all about today and my mom hooked up to all those machines. I’d like to just feel good. Do you think it will help with that?”
I nod, thrilled at the prospect of trying this with her. “And if Shibari doesn’t help, then I’ll just make you come so hard you pass out.”
Her infectious laughter fills the car. “Deal.”
Chapter
Thirty-Four
AMELIA
“Jesus fucking Christ, Amelia. You’re exquisite, you know that?”
My entire body flames with desire at his praise. Nobody has ever made me feel as good about myself as this man does.
Like a lot of women, I suppose, I’ve occasionally thought I was a little overweight. I’ve never hated my body, but I’ve also never felt particularly beautiful or sexy, certainly not in recent years. The way Drake is looking at me now, though, his dark brown eyes so full of need and adoration, I feel… not only beautiful, but invincible.
He crawls between my spread legs and presses a soft kiss at the top of my inner thigh, right above a thick twist of rope. A low growl rolls out of him, and my body recognizes that sound. My core clenches at it, the reaction oddly Pavlovian. He growls, I vibrate.
My arms are tied behind me, coils of hemp twisting like snakes from my wrists up to my shoulders. More lengths of rope are pulled across my breasts, one above and one below my nipple, the friction of them rubbing deliciously against the sensitive peaks. He’s used yet more to create a crisscross patternof rope and knots all along my legs, which kind of looks like super-thick fishnet. I am completely naked apart from the coils, and my center is throbbing with need.
It took a long time to get to this stage. He’s a perfectionist and he wanted to make sure I was completely comfortable with everything as we progressed. Comfortable? That’s not the right word. I always thought I’d enjoy being restrained by him, but this… This really is a thing of beauty. I totally get why it helps him switch off his busy mind. The intricacy of the patterns, the complexity of the knots, choosing the right rope. It’s engrossing, and it’s also kinky as fuck. I absolutely love it, and I love the way he’s looking at me like I’m the only person in the world who has what he needs.
“You have such beautiful skin,” he says, his breath warm against my flesh. “You look incredible like this. When I take the ropes off, there will be marks for a while.”
“Good,” I sigh, rubbing my wrists together and enjoying the sensation. “I want there to be marks.”
He looks up at me from between my thighs, his eyes on fire as he runs his hands up my legs, licking his lips when he touches the bumps and ridges of the rope. Slowly, he works his way up my body, and I suck in a desperate breath when he reaches my breasts.
“I’ve truly never seen anything so perfect as this, Amelia. You, tied up beneath me. The way your flesh is so soft around the knots. The way your perfect tits are spilling around that rope.” He reaches out, a mesmerized expression on his face, and tugs on one of the knots. It immediately makes the rope around my nipples tighten, and I cry out. He leans forward and sucks one after the other into his mouth, flicking them with his tongue. The sensation is heightened to the point that I’m almost too stimulated. “Drake!”
“I know, baby. I know it’s a lot, but you’re doing so fucking well. Your nipples were made for this. Are you okay? Are you still comfortable?”
“Not exactly comfortable, but I love it.”
“I thought you would, my dirty minx. And now that I know you love it, there’s so much more for us to try. I can make you fly or have your ass in the air for me to lick or hog-tie you while I fuck every hole you have.”
“I thought this wasn’t about sex?” I say teasingly, even though I can feel my inner walls contract at the images he’s put in my mind.
He lifts his head and smirks. “It’s not, but having you naked and tied up, completely at my mercy…” He sucks air between his teeth. “Well, I’m not gonnanotfuck you. You’re too gorgeous to resist.”
I huff with fake indignation. “I feel hoodwinked, sir. Tied up under false pretenses. I’m all about the art.”