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“ S trip off your clothing, Daniella,” Zack demanded as soon as they’d closed the door of the suspension room behind them.

While his smooth flow from social into business mode had been seamless, his swap to Dom mode was like a switch being flipped and showed a completely different side of him.

One that made Dani’s skin burst out into goosebumps and her abdomen clench in anticipation.

He took a skein of deep red rope from his toy bag.

It was his favorite color on her. He said it complemented her olive skin.

It also meant he was feeling indulgent. He usually used black or plain hemp rope when he wasn’t.

And if he was in the mood for something particularly intricate, he used white for contrast.

Dani loved the feel of the rope. It was something that almost defied explanation. It was as if being bound set her free.

She worked long, hard hours and was always on the go. Shibari forced her to stop, to do nothing. To switch off for a few precious hours and just feel.

It worked as much for her overactive brain as it did for her hyperactive habits, and she had come to rely on it as a form of relaxation. It forced her out of her head, forced her to be still and quiet, and brought her a special kind of peace she’d never found anywhere else.

She could feel the stresses of her working week starting to drain from her at just the thought of what was to come. She finished undressing and stood with her eyes closed, soaking up the swirling, erotic atmosphere that simply being here, at Club Risqué, with Zack created.

Sometimes he blindfolded her but today was not one of those days.

Still, Dani kept her eyes closed so she could absorb every subtle nuance as he began draping her body in rope, decorating her with knots; so she could concentrate on the feel of the strands against her skin.

Sometimes rough, sometimes smooth; always tantalizing.

He took his time, making sure every single twist and loop, every ligature and fastening, was perfect.

She forgot all her insecurities about her overly curvy body; her wide hips that weren’t in balance with her average breasts, or the slight paunch of her stomach.

Zack made her feel beautiful.

Each coil of the rope around her body took her deeper within herself, to that special place where nothing but calm and tranquility existed, until she felt like she was floating.

The squeeze around her breasts had her nipples pouting and throbbing like they were begging for his mouth.

And the strategically placed knots which ran down her center had already started their dastardly dilemma; rubbing against her clit and making her want to find just that little bit more friction, which would lead to the ultimate pleasure.

Except she was forbidden to come.

He didn’t need to say it. It was an unspoken rule that in any scene they did, she must not climax without permission.

If she did, he’d cut things short and instead of finishing the night with the deeply drugging satisfaction and irresistible intimacy of intercourse, he’d put her on her knees and fuck her face. Taking his own pleasure since she had constructed her own without him.

She’d made that mistake once and learned her lesson.

Plus, it was never as satisfying to steal a forbidden climax as it was to struggle against the eroticism until she received the ultimate prize of their passionate, carnal coupling. Nothing came close to touching her as deeply as that, and it was so worth the wait.

When he finished with the bindings, Zack took the next step; attaching special pulley ropes with carabiner hooks fastened to them, so he could string her up and suspend her in whichever position it pleased him to fuck her in.

Today her arms were stretched together above her head, her ankles crossed and bound, connected to a rope that drew them up horizontally in front of her.

Zack pressed her knees apart, then ducked down and wedged his lean, runners’ body in between so that he was enveloped within the circle of her legs.

He’d stripped naked himself and she could feel the heat of his skin against her own, the sensual rasp of flesh against flesh. Soft against hard.

She looked at his handsome face. His normally perfectly groomed hair flopped into his eyes, and he’d removed his glasses so there was nothing screening his stunning blue eyes.

It was the only time she ever saw him without them, and somehow that felt like another intimacy; something only she got to see.

His hands stroked reverently across her skin, over and in between his ropes, and she felt as cherished as if he were caressing some precious jewel.

Mere words alone could never describe the sublime sensations he brought to her world.

Perhaps that was why she’d fallen for him. He gave her so very much.

Was it selfish of her to want even more?

The thoughts scattered, washed away on the tide of desire when he leaned in and took one of her straining, pouting nipples into his mouth.

Dani choked on a gasp as pleasure flowed through her in molten rivers which swirled in her abdomen, then settled into her pussy, evidenced by the slick wetness that coated her thighs.

He took long, lazy suckles which ramped up her desire and had her writhing while the knot on her clit drove her dangerously close to the edge of a precipice she didn’t want to topple over.

“Please…” she begged him, but his only answer was to nip at her sensitized flesh. The quick flash of pain was a double-edged sword. It cooled her lust on the one hand but had her bucking against the clit knot and stimulating that little bundle of nerves, unbearably, on the other.

His low chuckle told her Zack knew exactly the predicament she was in.

He took his sweet time and laved her other breast while Dani wiggled, and panted, and strained against her bonds; anything to prevent the spiral of arousal that would lead to her downfall.

Small whimpering sobs and nonsense words fell from her lips as her skin became clammy with the tell-tale bloom of lustful hunger.

“Please Master, please,” she implored. “I can’t stop it any longer.”

Still, he forced her closer to the edge, until desperation colored her voice. Finally, he took pity on her and drove into her dripping, clenching channel in a single, fluid thrust which almost forced her to topple over the precipice on which she balanced.

Dani screamed her frustration, letting out her pent-up feelings in the only other way she knew how.

Zack set up a frantic pace, using the rope suspension like a swing which allowed him to penetrate so deeply he bottomed out against her cervix with each and every powerful plunge.

The momentum meant he forced the knotted rope to rub abrasively against her clit with every driving jolt and the painful pressure had her flying even higher until she was sobbing in earnest.

She couldn’t hold it any longer.

Her limbs were shaking with the effort of trying to hold back the impossible tide which was about to crash over her, and her thighs quivered.

Finally, finally, he gave her the words she was desperate to hear. “Come, Daniella. Come now!”

And those words had her shattering, the pieces of her soul flying apart before they coalesced into a shimmering light and became whole again.

Zack let out a guttural groan and threw back his head, the strong column of his throat straining as the tendons in his neck tensed and he chased his own climax.

Later, when she was freed and cleaned up, he fed her squares of chocolate and sips of water while she snuggled into him and stroked his chest. She wished they were both still naked, but that was something that never seemed to be a part of his aftercare.

He always ensured they were fully dressed before he settled.

Dani felt sated and lulled, and maybe that’s why she spoke before she fully thought things through. Voicing something that had been on her mind for a while now.

“Zack,” Dani began tentatively. “Do you think perhaps we could just… go out for a drink together or something, sometime? I mean nothing full on, just maybe see each other in a location, a situation, outside the club. It’s just… we even discuss business here. It kind of feels awkward sometimes.”