Page 17 of B is for Beg

“How does that feel?”

“Good.”

Calvin takes photos. The flashes go off, but they don’t distract me from what Gabe is doing. He passes the rope behind my arms and slips it down to my wrists. It’s soft against my skin, with no wispy strands to tickle me. He wraps the rope around my wrists twice. There’s a tug, and the knot settles against my skin, firm but not hurting me.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes. Green.”

He pulls the long end of the rope up to my shoulder and around the top part of my chest. There’s something oddly freeing about being unable to move my hands. There’s another tug, firmer than when Gabe tied the knot at my wrists. My shoulders are pulled back farther, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Nor do I want to. I surrender my control to him. As Calvin photographs Gabe binding me, I feel more beautiful than I ever have before. Gabe brings the rope over my chest again in the opposite direction. The tension across my chest and shoulders is equal on both sides as he ties another knot at my wrists and goes to fetch more rope.

My eyes flutter as he connects the second rope to the first. I sway a little as he passes it under my arm and over my chest, a few inches lower than the first. I don’t know what each of the little tugs and pulls at my back mean, but every one of them makes me feel more beautiful. Despite keeping tension in my body, I’m floating. I’m clay to be moulded by this talented man.

“Everything okay?”

His voice is a quiet murmur in my ear.

I hum my affirmative response, too zoned out to want to move my tongue and lips.

“I’m going to need more than that, Blake,” Gabe says.

“Green,” I say firmly.

“That’s better.”

“You look beautiful,” Calvin tells me.

“Stunning,” Gabe agrees.

My lips quiver and upturn. Their praise lifts me up.

Gage passes the rope over my arm, above the elbow, and then beneath at the wrists before drawing it up until he can pull it over my other arm at the same height as he started. My arms pull together a little more, and I feel my elbows rotate until they’re facing directly behind me. There’s a pulling sensation in my chest muscles, but it doesn’t hurt. Gabe pauses to run his fingertips over mine.

“Wiggle them for me.”

I obey. They move easily and freely. I feel warm, not cold, my body heating up as I start to get turned on by how erotic this is.

“Make a fist.”

As soon as I have, he closes his hand around it. I know what I have to do without him telling me, so I open my fist. I don’t think it’s any more difficult than before I was bound, but I’m glad he’s checking in all the same.

After checking the strength in my left hand, Gabe makes a second pass with the rope directly beneath the first. There’s another series of tugs and twists. For some reason, I moan. It’s a soft, barely there sound, but it definitely slipped free.

“Are you enjoying this?” Gabe asks.

“Yes, so, so much.”

“I’m glad.”

He brings the rope around my arms again, this time a few inches below my elbows. There are a few more tugs, and then Gabe steps back, arms folded, smiling.

“Are you okay?”

I nod before remembering I need to respond verbally. “Green.”

Calvin moves around me, taking more photos. I have an urge to tilt my head back. I close my eyes as the camera flashes snap over and over.

“Do you want me to untie you, or can I do more?” Gabe asks.