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"I trust you, baby." I tucked her hair behind her ears before lifting the rope.

Our words faded and the cool tones of the music permeated the air. Samirah faded into the background, as promised, while I doted on Nora. She watched me with excited, twinkling eyes as I began wrapping her wrists in the rope. With each delicate knot woven by my practiced fingers, she watched every shift and movement. She pulled her hands to her chest, the knuckles of her fists touching as before.

"There's no escape knot in these, Kitten. Not like how we use in bed or when playing differently," I whispered when I began wrapping the rope around her torso.

"I know," she said, her voice soft when I shifted behind her.

It didn't take me long to bind her in my favorite ties, leaving the lengthier ropes in front. She gnawed her lip when I returned to kneel before her now that her upper torso found itself bound up. I gave the ropes a gentle tug and she smiled.

"Like that?"

Nora nodded, leaning forward to nuzzle me with her nose. "Yes."

"Good, Kitten." I kissed her gently. "How do you feel?"

"Happy," she said, in a declaration that surprised me.

I couldn't wipe the smile from my face when I said, "Me too."

"What next?" she asked, fully engaged in the process in a manner I hadn't expected.

"I have to decide on your lower half. I'm thinking minimal for now, with maybe some pretty knots down your front."

"I think I want to take my panties off," she said before gnawing her lip again.

"Are you sure?" I stroked her cheek and she nodded. "Okay, baby." I helped her out of them, noting they were already soaked completely through. "Better?"

"Yes." She shivered when I caressed her hip, and the way she began to fidget told me that burn she mentioned earlier navigated to where she ached for me to extinguish it.

The shutter of Samirah's camera clicked every now and then, but in time, we both ignored it.

I returned to work, tying sleek knots in a sunburst pattern around Nora's navel. The twined crimson rope wrapped around her creamy skin. When I began to connect the design with that of her lower back, she sucked in her breath when I grazed her soaked pussy. Wetness coated her thighs, glistening even in the low light. I flicked my brows up at her when I created a V-shape to thread between her legs. She let me, and leaned forward to kiss my neck while I tethered it behind her.

It took an hour at least to create the design I envisioned. Sweat beaded Nora's brow by then, and she accepted the sips of water I offered her. Samirah moved around us, snapping photos here and there, but she never interfered.

Nora watched every move my fingers made when I bound her ankles. I opted to not tie them together, allowing her freedom to move her legs while still adorning elegant wrappings. In time, I managed to tether the ropes over the bar, and ready her for lifting.

"When I pull you up, this style will have you bend backward a little bit. It should feel comfortable with equally distributed pressure like you're wrapped in a hammock. If you feel any pinch, pull, or burn on your skin, you have to tell me, Nor. No matter even if it's a little bit." I gazed down at her and she nodded immediately.

Without lifting or touching her yet, she already quaked and shivered.

"Can you agree in words, please?"

"Yes," she said, gulping after. "I'll tell you."

"Thank you, baby. Sami's going to help lift you until you get used to the feeling. Okay?"

"Yes," she repeated.

Samirah moved behind Nora while I adjusted the ropes on the rig. I wrapped them around my wrist, then met Sam's gaze when she nodded. Slowly, I pulled down, then used my own body weight to lift Nora from the mat. Samirah held her from behind until I anchored the ropes. I released my hold and Samirah carefully relaxed her grip on Nora. Without the support, her body moved as it should. The bindings held her torso and rear like a swinging cradle, and her legs relaxed in casual height, one slightly above the other. She let her head fall back, sending her hair reaching for the floor.

I stood beside her, holding my breath as I watched her body relax into the smooth, beautiful curves that belonged only to her. Serenity cooled her expression, her eyes half-lidded as if the gentle sway soothed her.

Samirah stepped away, winking at me as she lifted the camera a few times. I leaned down and pressed soft kisses across Nora's brow. She smiled at me, her green eyes shimmering and hazy.

"How do you feel, Kitten?" I asked, stroking the length of her hair.

It took her a moment, her eyes locked on mine until she said, "Free."