She rattles off the stop light list. He hands her the paper and she signs it. Pierce signs it as a witness. It’s not a contract or anything so I don’t sign it. In fact, I don’t think I’ve used anything like this since I first started playing. And I wouldn’t have asked for one with SJ, but with the new club, the new insurance, and a mix of nonmembers, the guys decided any private rooms used tonight had to have one in place. We’ll check all the security we added after the event and make sure we can retrieve audio/video security footage if needed. This is a dry run of all the systems.
I’m not worried at all about the tech. Blake designed it and Eliot over saw the installation. But as the saying goes, trust but verify.
Seventeen
ALEX
Cade and Stone follow us on to the elevator. It’s nothing like the Box. Mirrors and polished wood. Soft lighting, no thumping music, at least not yet. The night has barely begun. We’re the first couple to move downstairs, but I couldn’t wait. After exiting the elevator, we pass the unoccupied front desk.
“Hold up.” I let go of SJ’s hand and duck into the men’s locker room. My bag is in one of the lockers, stowed away in anticipation. I leave my shirt and boots and return to the group dressed, or actually undressed, for play.
When we get to the door of the room, my palms are sweaty and I have to rub my hand on my dark jeans before I can turn the nob. “Ready?”
SJ nods.
I wait.
“Yes.”
I turn the handle and swing it wide. The lights turn on, to show off the square room with leather straps and chains limp against polished plaster walls a color between midnight and espresso. Bars and rings float down from the ceiling crisscrossed with black painted beams that disappear in the black painted background. There are points of attachment scattered around the room to give maximum flexibility for scenes. The stained concrete floor is swirled in a similar dark cloud with shots of acid green and eggplant purple, according to the guys who did the staining. When they told me what they were doing, I wasn’t too sure about it. But it’s perfect to show off SJ’s blue dress and red hair. She’s the beautiful bird and I’m about to put her in my cage.
Cade is in the hall handing Stone the earbuds, he places them and looks at me.
“Test, Stone can you hear this,” I say at a normal tone. He give me a thumbs up and closes the door.
SJ jumps. I drop my bag and go to her. I run my hands down her shoulders and gaze into her wary eyes. “Okay?”
“Yeah. Didn’t expect chains.” I guide her toward the padded mats in the middle of the room.
“We’re not using those. I’ll use a ring, maybe two. But first, we’re gonna get you relaxed, beautiful.” I keep rubbing her shoulders down her arms until she settles into a soft, relaxed posture and breathing pattern. “There we go.” I kneel and help her remove her matching blue heels. The suede is soft in my hands. I stand and place them under a padded bench in the corner. She doesn’t move, eyes following me. A single pull at the end of the bow that hold her dress together and it slips apart. “Can I take off your dress?”
“Yes.”
I part the sides of the fabric revealing the body I’ve spent hours worshiping and nights dreaming of. She’s wearing a smooth black bra and matching panties, nothing fancy but silky smooth. No wonder there were no lines under her dress. I’d half expected her to be naked underneath. She shivers as I slip her arms free. I could tell her to fold it and place it on the bench, but I want to care for her, cherish her. After carefully laying it out so it won’t be wrinkled later, I return and hold her shoulders the same way I did when we started. Slowly I move my hands up and down her arms, lifting each or her hands and kissing her knuckles. I check her for any bruises or scratches. Anything that could cause her pain if I placed a rope in that spot. Her skin is creamy smooth with the faintest splash of freckles, barely visible in the warm lighting. If we were somewhere else, I could spend hours tracing a path between them with my tongue. “I’m going to tie your hair.”
She nods.
“Words.”
“Please tie my hair, Alex.”
I grab one of my shorter ropes, loop it around my fingers and stroke the fiery red strands into a ponytail. I tighten the loop and she tips her head. One more wrap and I use the strands to guide her to me. Her skin is soft and warm against mine. Her heart flutters, my little rabbit is nervous. Using the rope, I expose her neck. Her breath comes in pants and her eyes are wide. I slip my free hand between her arm and her chest, up until I can clutch the front of her neck, not choking, holding. She’s wrapped in my arms, under my control, and I wait until she calms into my care. Finally her breath slows, and she relaxes. “There you go, little rabbit. I got you.”
The kisses I place on her taut skin reinforce my praise and she softens even more. The scent of her peachy skin is as soft and seductive as she is. It fogs my brain. With a deep breath, I unwrap my fingers from her neck, trailing them down her chest, over the clasp of her bra between her breasts. I pause, teasing her a little.
A few steps forward and we’re on the pads, centered under the rings that dangle from the ceiling. Rings I personally secured to a cross beam during construction. One of them could hold three times her weight easily. No limits to what I can do. As long as she agrees.
“Can I take off your bra?”
“Yes, please.” Her blues eyes are filled with burning need. She looks like a goddess that I get to undress and then reclothe in my ropes, my ownership, my embrace.
I flick the front clasp open and peel back the sides. Her nipples are cool when I draw each one into my mouth, kissing and flicking the hardening buds with my tongue. She moans and arches into me. I tug the rope in her hair gently, adding to her pleasure based on the sounds she makes. Yeah, she’s my little rabbit.
I could feast on her chest, but I promised to tie her. I want to tie her. So I place her bra with her dress and pull several more lengths of rope from my bag. I drop all but one bundle in arms’ reach and snap one loose, drawing the length through my hands, fitting the ends together evenly, running back to the bite. The friction of the jute centers me, like a meditation.
Guiding the bite down her neck in a caress, she shivers. First, I’ll create a harness around her chest. Her arms fold easily behind her back, so flexible. The ropes extend and enhance the embrace of my arms, offering a continuous comforting squeeze, the beautiful caress of her body in the layers of lines I lay down flat against her skin. Each line presses into her skin the way I want to press myself deep into her body. Each knot adds stability. I control the tension, taking her to the edge of discomfort, but not crossing the line for her first time. Exploring the boundaries of her submission and pleasure. Finding the perfect balance.
She lets me turn her and move her limbs, lax and trusting. With the central knot in my hand, I hold her, matching our breaths, drawing the moment out so we both can feel the connection. Her shoulders are soft and relaxed as I draw my hands down her arms. “So beautiful, my sweet, sexy rabbit.”
