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 andquiet, 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.
