Page 132 of Wrangled

And suddenly, I knew how I could make that happen.

My heart pounded. “Yes, Ihavethought about it. I want you to… to fist me.”

Then my heart sank as I watched his expression change.

Toby

Oh fuck.

I needed to tread delicately, but he had to know the truth. Fisting? I have to be in the mood to do that. And it wasn’t something you could just spring on someone at the last minute before a scene.

I took a deep breath. “To be honest? I don’t think I’m up for that.” He swallowed, and I let out a sigh. “I’m sorry, but that’s a session that requires planning… I had something more relaxed and… sensual in mind.”

Robert said nothing for a moment, and then he nodded. “You’re right. I should’ve mentioned it before now.”

Yeah, he was a good experienced submissive, even if he was still a little rusty. I’d known a few who would’ve thrown a hissy fit—for all of five seconds before they could either control themselves or find their way back to the door.

He gave me an inquiring glance. “Sensual sounds good though. What were you thinking of?”

I pointed to the table, where the rope lay in a coil. “Shibari.” I searched his face for a sign.

Robert shuddered out a breath. “Actually? That sounds exactly what I need right now.”

I smiled. “I think I already knew that.” I gestured to his clothing. “Undress.” I could have done it myself, but I liked to keep bodily contact to a minimum prior to a Shibari scene. It lent greater impact to those times when I did touch the sub’s body. I maintained eye contact, waiting for him to begin.

Robert breathed deeply, then unbuttoned his shirt.

I stood motionless as he undressed, watching as he folded his clothes and placed them in a pile on the floor. He was quiet, as if contemplating what was about to happen.

Perfect.

When he was naked, he stood before me, his head bowed, arms by his sides, waiting for me. I picked up a fifty-foot length of jute I’d found in the chest.

“So… I’m going to be decorating you.”

“Do you have a particular pattern in mind, Sir?” His voice was low.

I nodded. “Nothing too elaborate. Hishi Karada.” He smiled. “Aha. You’re familiar with that.” It was a simple technique that could be used to make all sorts of designs.

“Yes, Sir. It’s been a while, though, and he only did it the one time.”

I looked him in the eye. “If something feels a little off, or uncomfortable, if you experience any tingling sensations, then you tell me.” I lifted his chin with my fingers. “I’m going to be focused onyou—your body, your posture, your breathing. I want to hear every noise that comes out of here.” I touched his lips. “I want to feel the goosebumps that crawl over your skin. You’ll have my full attention. There won’t be any distractions.” I kissed him on the lips. “And most of all, I want you to enjoy it.” I cocked my head to one side. “Have you ever watched yourself get tied up?”

His eyes widened. “No, Sir.”

That decided it for me. Forcing a sub to watch himself be manipulated was such a power move, and most subs loved it.

I hoped Robert would too.

I led him toward the free-standing full-length mirror. I’d left it there, knowing it would come in handy. “You don’t have to watch all the time, but when I tell you to open your eyes, do as I say, okay?”

Another soft sigh. “Yes, Sir.”

I could tell by his stillness he was ready.

I began by creating the core harness. I loved the simplicity of the Hishi Karada, a diamond-based pattern that encased the body, created from one single long rope. I pulled the rope over Robert’s head, leaving a loop between his shoulder blades, one that I would come back to in order to ensure it remained in the right position. Above the loop was a knot.

I tied the first overhand knot, positioning it below the clavicle, and yet another layer of stillness settled on him. “Good boy.” I added knots down the front of his body, making each one in the same way, maintaining the spacing between them. He held himself so still, his breathing steady, calm, his eyes closed.