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CHAPTER 17

Kayley

I didn’t know why I felt so drawn to shibari. While the earlier class wasn’t exactly “sexy” in its presentation, there was something downright comforting about Vic’s hands roaming my body as he wrapped my limbs with the jute rope.

I didn’t feel trapped, ironically. It felt… freeing. To know this man would keep me safe, that nothing bad would happen to me. To completely give over control to him and do nothing but exist and enjoy the moment, able to freely trust him.

Maybe I was another step closer to understanding why my brother and his men were into this stuff.

Even if I ended up not wanting to do these kinky things later, having this first-hand experience would provide me with a broader perspective for better understanding and empathizing with my patients.

But… yeah. Kinda hot, to be honest.

And if it gave comfort to people, who was to say it was much different, in application, than those who liked to use weighted blankets for sleeping?

I pulled the bedspread and comforter down and off the bed while Vic retrieved the tote bag of rope. Then I stripped and sat in the middle of the bed while he pulled up one of the basic rope tutorials on the TV.

“Let’s work on what we learned in class,” he said, settling next to me and facing the TV.

The single- and double-column ties were, apparently, the basic steps riggers needed to master first. To tie limbs to each other, to other body parts, and to objects. Whether the rigger just wanted to restrain the bottom’s arms, or it was the start of a more intricate scene, these ties were used in countless ways.

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t making me horny.

About thirty minutes into our practice, Vic had my wrists bound together in yet another double-column tie and leaned in to kiss me.

Before I knew it, he’d eased me onto my back and pulled my arms over my head.

“How’s my girl?” he asked.

I squirmed, okay? “Maybe I’m in need of a little relief.”

He smiled. “I can take care of that.” He grabbed another piece of rope, quickly looped it through one of the rings on the headboard to secure my arms, and then knelt between my legs while wearing the most positively handsome and evil smile I’d ever seen cross his face.

He slowly pushed my legs apart. “You’ve been a very good girl, so I suppose you’ve earned a reward.”

I…

Well, I whined. Begged .

No, I’m not necessarily proud of that, but did I mention how hot and hung and skilled he is? Because he is.

He took his time settling into position between my thighs and trailed scorching kisses up and down the insides, his breath teasing me across my clit but not rewarding me with a lick.

I reflexively reached down, to grab his head, but was pulled up short by the ropes and another whine escaped me.

That earned me a dark chuckle. “See, baby? This allows me to take my time and not be rushed.” He lightly grazed his teeth along the insides of my thighs, gently nipping.

“Fuck!” I gasped. “Please do it!”

“How about a blindfold?” he asked.

“Okay!” It was one of the items from the armoire that I’d already signed off on. He picked it up—basically it was a blackout sleep mask with the molded cups over the eyes, not a harsh, stiff leather blindfold.

Which had also been an option from the provided items, but I wanted to start in the kiddie pool, not the ocean.

He sat up and slipped it over my head, making sure it was comfortably seated before returning to his previous position.

Ooooh, hell.

I hadn’t realized how much not seeing his movements would heighten the sensations. Now he really took his time—damn him—licking and nipping and kissing his way over every inch of my flesh down there.

Except my pussy.

I tried rocking my hips at him, to encourage him to settle in the holy land, but he continued his desert pilgrimage all around my southern hemisphere as if he wasn’t driving me nearly insane with need.

“Please!” I whined.

Oh, yes, I was whining. In a big way. I mean, I knew how to masturbate, obviously, but I wanted him to melt my skeletal system until I couldn’t physically move.

He softly chuckled, sounding dark and downright evil. “Is my girl horny?”

“Fuck, yes!”

He blew another hot breath across my clit. I’m not completely bare down there but I keep it well landscaped with just a little short hair to prevent uncomfortably rubbing against my panties all day long.

“Would you like to negotiate a trade, baby?” he asked.

At this point I’d be willing to sign over non-existent children if he’d just make me orgasm. “What trade?”

He nudged my thighs wider apart. “Want to try the butt plug while I go down on you?”

My breath hitched, my first instinct being to refuse.

Except…

“Okay,” I said. “If you’re going to make me come.”

He laughed. “Oh, I’ll make you beg to quit coming by the time I’m done with you.”

I felt him sit up, then he brushed a kiss across my mouth. “Don’t move.”

I felt him climb out of bed.

“Ha, ha.”

I heard him retrieve supplies from the armoire, then something from the bathroom. In short order he wedged a towel under me and I nervously swallowed as I heard him pull on a pair of nitrile gloves.

“Say red at any time.” Now his voice sounded serious, not sexy. “Or yellow if you need me to slow down. If I ask for a color and you’re okay, say green . Understand?”

I nod, licking my lips. “Green.”

Another chuckle. “That’s my girl.”

Okay, another thing I noticed, the more he said that— my girl , or good girl , any variation of that—the more I liked it. It didn’t come off as condescending. It felt… loving. Protective.

“Bend your knees and spread wider,” he said.

Nervously, I did. Still, I flinched when I felt his gloved finger touch my rim.

“I’ll go slow. I promise. And I’ll use plenty of lube.”

I tried to relax as his finger slowly breached me. But it completely caught me off-guard when he lowered his mouth to my pussy and began teasing my clit with his tongue.

“Oh!” I quickly forgot about his finger as he distracted me, slow licks and light flicks with his tongue that made me throb and whine but not nearly enough to get me over.

Before I realized it, he was slowly finger-fucking me. “Good girl,” he softly cooed.

The finger disappeared—along with his mouth—making me whine. But he soon returned with two, and this was… more. Uncomfortable, not exactly what I’d imagined.

Until he went down on me again.

This time he gently sucked my clit between his lips, more teasing, until I realized he was knuckle-deep inside me with two fingers and easily banging my ass with them.

Holy… cow!

“I think that’s good,” he said, his hands disappearing again.

Cue more whining from me, because… yeah.

It was good.

Really good.

I had to admit that, paired with his exquisite talent giving me head, I was really enjoying this. It provided an extra, complex dimension to my pleasure. Like sprinkling salt on watermelon to make it taste even sweeter.

“Hang on, baby,” he said, the chuckle clearly present in his voice. “I’m not done yet.”

I felt something not his finger pressing for entrance at my ass. Before he breached me with it, his mouth returned to my clit, and seconds later I was exploding, coming damned hard and trying to rock my hips against his mouth. The feel of my body clamping down on the toy inside me exquisitely heightened my pleasure and I wasn’t sure I might not be speaking in tongues at that point.

I finally had to beg for him to stop making me come and I melted into the mattress, breathing hard.

After placing one last kiss on my clit, he moved up the bed again to stretch out next to me, kissing me. I tasted myself on his lips and belatedly realized the butt plug was still inside me.

“How was that?” he asked.

I nodded. At least, I think I nodded. “Fantastic!”

When he gently removed the blindfold, I found him wearing a brilliantly sexy smile. “How about we relax in the hot tub for a few?” he suggested.

I felt his erection rubbing against my thigh. “What about you?”

“What about me?” He reached up to free my hands.

“I mean what about making you come?”

He nuzzled my nose while he massaged my hands, making sure they were okay. “I’m fine. I’d like to go stretch out in the hot tub with you for a little bit. Then, if you’re feeling up to it, we can come back in here and I’ll put you on your hands and knees and fuck you with the butt plug inside you. Maybe even use one of those vibrators on you while I do.”

My mouth went dry. “Oh! Okay!”

Because… yeah.

That sounded haaaaawt!

I sat up and sneezed again. “Dang it,” I muttered. “I thought the meds took care of that.”

He immediately scowled. “Are you okay? We don’t have to?—”

“I’m fine ,” I insisted. “Let’s try out that hot tub.”

He helped me out of bed and then grabbed a couple of towels for us. No one could see us on the private lanai, but if we made noise we could be heard.

I knew this because what sounded like two or three rooms to our right someone was getting busy in their hot tub.

Vic smiled at me. “See?” he softly said. “We’re among like-minded folks here.”

He offered me a steadying hand from behind to help me step up into the hot tub… and that’s when disaster struck.

I had one foot on the ground and one on the first step when a sneezing attack hit.

Which also triggered a massive, Mexican-food-fueled fart. Now, I don’t mean a little toot , or a meep-meep .

No, I mean a Peterbilt-semi-airhorn bwhhhaaaap .

Before I could react or squeeze my legs together, my sexy new friend unceremoniously yeeted itself from my posterior. Behind me, Vic let out a pained grunt and dropped my hand.

Mortified, because I was afraid I’d just sharted all over my guy, I turned to find him kneeling on the lanai and…

Holding his junk.

“Oh my god, are you okay? What happened?” I didn’t see any poo, so hopefully that was a good sign.

He grimly nodded. “Remind me next time that butt plugs, allergy season, and Mexican food don’t mix. Okay, baby?”

My eyes widened as I spotted the butt plug on the ground next to him and…

Well, I’m not too proud to admit I screamed with laughter.

When he shot me a pained grimace that only made me laugh harder, and I had to sit on the hot tub steps because I could…

Not .

Fucking .

Breathe .

“Oh… my… god!” I cackled. “I… I-I’m sorry!”

He finally sat back and arched an eyebrow at me, pointing at the butt plug. “How about you take care of that and then make me a cup of hot chocolate and bring it out here? And that’s not a request—it’s an order.”

I couldn’t stop laughing. “O-okay!” It took every ounce of strength I had to pull myself to my feet. Still laughing, I snatched up the makeshift projectile and stumbled back inside to the bathroom.

When I emerged outside ten minutes later, I found Vic relaxing in the hot tub, eyes closed.

I couldn’t hold back my snickers, though. “Here you go.” I handed him his mug and kissed him before climbing in with my own.

“Thank you, baby.” He finally peeled one eye open to look at me. “You know, a lesser man’s pride would be wounded that his girl gave him a butt-plug ball tap.”

I had to set my mug down and pray I wasn’t breaking a resort rule because they could probably hear me howling all the way to Bozeman. I finally sank below the surface to let it out, because the memory of him kneeling there, in pain, was…

Well, funny as fuck, to be honest.

Mortifying for me, yes, but I was beyond the point of caring.

When I finally broke the surface again, he eyed me as he sipped his hot chocolate. “I’m sorry,” I managed, no longer bothering to contain my smile.

He reached for my mug and handed it to me. “I never dreamed I’d have to list ‘butt plug projectiles’ as a hard limit for myself,” he said, “but it’s definitely been the weirdest forty-eight hours of my life, so here we are.”