With SJ directly in front of me it’s easy to talk without disturbing the scene. “What do you think?”
Her breath puffs out in a subtle pant. Her fingers warm in my light hold. Her body shifts as if the ropes are tugging her forward as her breasts are framed. Damn. She’s into it. My cock twitches with need and my urge to get out my gear comes roaring back.
I lean closer, close enough to smell the light fruity scent of her hair. “You like what you see.”
She nods even thought I didn’t ask a question. As we stand there, she leans into me, her back resting against my chest. I should shift away, but I can’t. Finally, the couple wraps up their scene with the woman spinning just above the floor in a beautifully balanced suspension.
With SJ’s vibrant red hair and curvy body, she would be stunning floating in air, naked, my ropes pinning her place. My fingers digging into her hips as my dick slides in and out of her luscious body. My cock lengthens uncomfortably behind my zipper.Woah. I step back.
“Ready?” I have to clear my throat of the lingering effects of my fantasy. SJ follows toward the middle of the club and taps me on the shoulder.
I stop.
“How did he know how to tie all those knots and how many times to wrap the rope around her body? How did he get the knots to lay so flat? Does the rope scratch her skin?”
Holy shit. She’s fascinated, curious. I consider going back to the table, grabbing my gear, and showing her the answers. Up close. In person. No. She doesn’t have a clue and can’t consent. And I don’t need to start something with someone I’m living with, even if it is in separate rooms.
I swallow down my perverted desires and try to answer with as little emotion as possible. “He’s likely been practicing for years. Probably taken classes or gone to conferences to learn. As a couple, you can tell they’ve been together a long time. There’s an artistry to that kind of rope play.”
“Obviously. It was beautiful the way she trusted him and he took care of her while he restrained her. But it wasn’t totally about that was it?”
“What?”
“Restraint. Control. Domination.”
“It is on some level absolutely about all that.” I don’t want to lie to her and let her believe that the dominance isn’t a huge draw. “But part of dominance, is care. The reason she trusts him is she knows she can release all control to him and he’ll care for her. They’re beautiful together because of that trust.” Trust he’d thought he’d found so early in his exploration. Trust that had been completely violated. “It’s just as important for the Dom to trust his sub. The suspension they did, he had to trust that if something felt…off, she would tell him. Those two are so tight together, they’re communicating without words. Her shift of an arm, or tilt of her head had him readjusting, responding to what her body needed. That’s why they’re so captivating.”
“When she lifted off the ground— I didn’t expect that. It was breathtaking.”
Damn, she did see the artistry.
“How does that even work? Ropes and some metal clips and her entire body was suspended.”
“There’s a fair amount of physics and some anatomy involved. Tying someone, bondage, is one level. They’re at a completely different level. Shibari.”
“What do you do? Bondage or art?” Her blue eyes bore into me, searching for my secrets.
“I can do either. Depends on my partner.”
“What would you do with me?” She blinks her pretty eyes, gaze soft and inviting.
Fuck. Her question might as well be her hand wrapped around my cock. I’d do everything with her. But I can’t. “Nothing.”
“What?” She stiffens.
“I have to go.” I grab her hand and tug her to where Stone is sitting with Cassie. Tyler and Amy have rejoined them. Amy on Tyler’s lap, cuddled close. As soon as we’re within range, I say, “I’m going back to the hotel. Not feeling well.” I drop SJ’s hand and pick up my bag. Before anyone can argue with me, I’m in the elevator sucking in air and praying my cock will go down on its own. It won’t. Image after image of all the ways I could tie SJ up flash before my eyes like a an old fashioned slide show of vacation pictures. Click. SJ, arms folded behind her, bare breasts wrapped and framed with a center knot. Click. SJ suspended, cradled with her thighs tied to her arms, open completely. Wet and dripping. Begging me to fuck her. Click.
The elevator door opens and I shake the images from bastard brain. I don’t retrieve my phone until I’m outside sucking in the cool night air. The ride share shows up and within minutes I’m back at the hotel.
I drop my gear and strip. The shower offers no relief. With a soaped up hand, I stroke away my longing. Only it doesn’t get washed away with my cum around the drain. Instead it builds. SJ with me under the water, the marks from my ropes still visible on her skin. Her hands on me. My tongue dancing with hers. Her hair in my fist as I press her against the tile wall and fuck her until neither of us can move.
I slam the water off. Grab a towel and barely dry off before I’m laid out naked on the bed, lube on the nightstand ready to help me abuse myself with images of what can never be until I finally pass out.
The sound of an injured animal has me jolting awake. What the fuck was that? I’m up and searching for the source before I’m fully aware. The connecting door. I open my side. Press my ear to the door to Sonja’s room.
“I’m doing the best I can.” The pain in her high-pitched voice stabs me through the thick door. I press my palm to it as if I could comfort her.
“This isn’t what we agreed to.” Is she crying?
