Figure Eight (Celtic Knot Book 2)

by Cassy Roop

  “The Figure Eight Knot is considered a stopper knot. It prevents the end of the rope from slipping through due to a heavy load or from someone jerking on them,” he said as he gave a small tug on the rope to illustrate his point.

  “It’s kind of symbolic too, don’t you think? The Figure Eight—a never-ending path—an infinite loo—a circle in a race that can never be caught up in. That is how I have felt every day since I have met you. You invaded my every thought, seeped down into parts of me that no one was ever able to reach, and I feel like I constantly have to chase and run away from the feelings that you provoke in me. They feel fucking never ending—infinite,” he admitted as he strung the rope over to my other wrist and paid the same methodical attention to tying the rope in place, restricting the movement of my arms.

  I felt him leave my side, abandoning me motionless with my hands above my head and facing down on the table. From this position I couldn’t see what he was doing, only hear him rustling around me. After a few moments had lapsed, I felt his strong hands circle my ankles before ropes were placed on to them as well. Dominic pulled on the ropes until they were secure enough that I could not bend my legs. I was completely and utterly at his mercy. The only thing separating complete nudity and me was the flesh toned thong I wore that was now soaked with my desire. I heard the flicking of a lighter just before the lights dimmed and the stage was bathed in candlelight.

  “Are you ready to begin?”

  Lighting the candles, I placed them all around before I dimmed the lights. I wanted to heighten her awareness, but I also wanted to see every single thing I was about to do to her. I had to keep constantly reminding myself not to perform these-ventures on her out of anger. I was in a constant battle between my head, heart, and my body. My mind was screaming at me not to do this, while my body was forcefully acknowledging how fucking hot Ashley looked bound and spread before me on the table.

  I wanted her to feel just how tightly I was wound. I wanted her to experience every single emotion, thought and feeling that I have felt since the day she told the police that Knox and I were running a prostitution ring at The Knot. My dick was surging painfully against my jeans. It begged me to just unzip them and allow my body to do what felt so natural to do whenever Ashley was around. I wanted to bury myself in her so deep, that I wouldn’t be able to come out again, but that would render my mission completely useless. Even though I had no idea what she was doing in the club, I was going to use this position of power over her to my advantage. Call it revenge if you want. I was not going to let her leave here without knowing exactly how I was feeling.

  “Are you ready?” I asked her as I trailed the tip of my finger up the back of her leg. She gave an involuntary jerk as I reached the crease of where her calf ended and her thigh began. The soft skin behind her knee was a place that I had discovered on her body that sent pleasure running straight to her core. Tiny bumps formed on her skin, giving me the signal that it was indeed affecting her just like I knew that it would. She never said a word, only pressed her forehead harder into the soft padded leather of the table. She knew that I didn’t give her permission to speak.

  I bent over and opened the squeaky drawer underneath the table, pulling out my first trinket. I held the feather by the quill as I traced the tip down between her shoulder blades and across her delectable ass. An audible gasp escaped from her lips and I smiled sardonically to myself. A little known tip I had discovered about Ashley during one of our few nights that we had spent together was that she enjoyed being tickled. In fact, if you did it correctly, it turned her on dubiously. I trailed the feather from her ass all the way down the creamy alabaster area of her thighs before reaching her foot and beginning the same pathway back up the other leg. She writhed and pulled at the ropes and gasped as they tightened into the flesh of her wrists and ankles.

  “The Figure Eight is a stopper knot, remember, Ashley? So the more you struggle—the more you pull—the tighter they will become. I suggest you remain still.” Her movements ceased, and I began my pursuit of arousing her again with the feather. I outlined the shape of her sides, up along her ribcage and under her arms. I watched as her body twitched with want-with need. The scent of her climbing arousal filtered through my nose, threatening to compromise my own control. It was always like this with her. She was the only woman who, without any effort, could unhinge-untie the straps of my composure.

  Dropping the feather to the floor, my fingers sketched a pathway to the soaking wet valley between her thighs. The juices I found there that had her panties soaking wet nearly made me lose my load in my pants. I drew in a deep silent breath as I closed my eyes praying that Ashley couldn’t sense just how affected I was by her arousal. I had showed her my dominant side before, but this was different. I had never went fully into a scene with her because I had found myself wanting to be gentler with her.

  Pulling her thong aside, I slid the saturated material of her thong to expose the delicious pink lips of her wondrous pussy. I couldn’t deny myself the satisfaction of feeling her so I slipped one finger through the drenched folds only to find her wetter than I had initially thought. Crooking my finger, I stroked the soft spongy walls inside of her. Ashley’s soft mewls forced a smile upon my lips, and I was thankful that she couldn’t see my face.

  Her hips started undulating against my hand as I inserted another finger inside of her, opening her further, priming her for what was to come. Her back rose and fell in front of me as her breathing starting coming in short, desperate pants.

  “Oh God…” she breathed and I knew she was getting close.

  Time to begin.

  “Silence. I never said for you to speak,” I stated sharply to her as I withdrew my hand right before she had the chance to come and smacked my soaked hand across the curves of her ass. Ashley’s squeal from the pain I inflicted on her already marked backside sent her yelp echoing off the walls of the empty club. I didn’t miss her frustrated moan, but decided against another punishment for her attitude as I reached for one of the candles on the floor that I had placed around us. They had had time to burn down, allowing melted wax to pool at the top of each pillar. Testing the temperature, I dripped a small amount on my forearm to make sure that it wasn’t too hot. Wax could be a very sensual thing to use during play, but burning her beautiful skin was not one of my intentions.

  Tipping the jade colored candle ever so slightly, I watched as the wax left the candle and dripped onto the creamy skin of her lower back.

  “Ahh!” Ashley yelled as she lifted her head up from the table and her body tensed from the invasion of the heat upon her skin. The wax turning from liquid to solid as it made contact with the cooler temperature of her skin was so fucking hot. She accidentally pulled against the ropes and I watched as they became a little tighter against her joints. She instantly stilled as the rope felt like a python squeezing its prey against her.

  “Looks like I don’t need to remind you that you need to remain still,” I said as I leaned down and whispered into her ear. She trembled and a satisfactory grin settled on my face as my lips twitched at the corners. Tipping the candle over again, I dripped wax from the space between her shoulder blades all the way to the crack of her ass. Leaning down I blew air between her legs back up to where the wax began causing it to harden faster. The sensations of hot and cool began to take its effect as she whimpered with more control than she had earlier. I wanted her right on that edge between control and letting go. That is where I have been for weeks now, never knowing just when I was going to lose that control and slip over the edge of the cliff.

  I sat the candle down on the floor, bounded off the stage quietly, and jogged over behind the bar. I grabbed the metal martini shaker and filled it with ice from the ice machine before I made my way back to her.

  “Dominic—please—I…”

  Smack.

  The palm of my hand burned from the impact of landing across her ass. I lifted it to reveal a deliciously looking handprint—my handprint upo
n those tantalizing cheeks of hers. I leaned down to place my mouth right next to her ear. I knew there was no one around, but the breath from my mouth would brush against the sensitive flesh of her ear and cause her desire to increase.

  “Keep begging, Ashley. I’m the only one who can hear you.” Reaching into the metal cup, I produced an ice cube and placed it in between her shoulder blades where her skin was red and slightly angry from the heat of the wax a few moments ago. Her body once again tensed as the coolness of the cube traced the same trail the wax had, only this time I only stopped as I spread the cheeks of her ass and circled the ice around the puckered entrance of her ass.

  “Ahh, oh Ga-Ga-Ga-God,” she whimpered as her hands clenched and her toes curled from the pleasure and the bite of the cold from the cube.

  “Has Rownan done anything like this for you, Ashley? Has he made your body so turned on that you feel like you could lose consciousness? Do you know how insane it has made me to have to watch you with him?” I bit out through clenched teeth. The thought of Rownan with her had me seething in anger. I took satisfaction in having her with me here now instead of him.

  “Nic, we—I…” she began—only I didn’t give her a chance to finish as I slipped the partially melted ice cube inside the heat of her pussy. I watched as the cube melted from the heat of her body and it turned me on to no end. I was dying to be inside of her.

  Her face was turned to the side that I was on and I watched it contort as she tried to reign in the sensations I was bringing her.

  “You can use that safe word anytime you wish, Ashley, and this would all be over.”

  She shook her head “no” as much as she could, and I took that as my cue to continue. I walked down to where her feet were bound and pulled on the end of the rope, releasing her from the bondage. I caressed her ankles where the rope had left a red mark upon her skin. Without warning, I gripped both of them and in one swift move flipped her over onto her back. The action caused her still bound arms to cross overhead and I was pleased with my maneuver. Quickly I tied the ropes back around her ankles and made sure that they were secure before I continued. I picked up the candle and walked over to where her breasts were now exposed for me. Her eyes grew wide as she saw where my intentions were going and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. I wanted to keep her senses heightened, so at the last minute, I set the candle down, reached down into the drawer beneath the table, and produced a black silk sash holding it up in front of her.

  “This will keep you wondering what I will do next. I want you to anticipate where I will touch you next, where my fingers will caress, stimulate. I will take you to heights you have never been before, Ashley.”

  I tied the blindfold over her eyes and made sure to check that it was positioned to where she could see absolutely nothing. I returned to my task at hand, as I picked up the candle and tipped it over until melted wax dripped over onto the tightened bud of her nipple. Her back instantly tried to arch off of the table. I then reached for an ice cube in the metal cup and immediately placed it on the wax that had captured her nipple, hardening it instantly.

  “Say it, Ashley. You know you want to. I can see your control slipping. I can feel it. One word will end all of this,” I reminded her. Her body convulsed from both the pleasure and pain I inflicted upon her. I watched as her full, pouty, pink lips fell open and she drew in a ragged breath.

  “No,” she whispered ever so softly as she continued to writhe on the table.

  “Very well then.” I replied as I placed the palm of my hand on her stomach to still her. Using my fingertips, I sketched small circles round her navel, creating a pattern of goose bumps in their wake. Her stomach flinched under my touch as I allowed my fingers to trail lower and lower to where I knew she was dying for me to touch. She exhibited all the signs of a woman barely hanging on to the control I was forcing her to keep.

  Walking around to the end of the table, I used the palms of my hands to press her knees apart as much as I could with them being bound to the table. I took a moment to admire the soaking wet, swollen pink flesh of her pussy. Reaching in with one finger, I slid it down from the tip of her clit all the way to the opening of where my dick was begging me to explore. Ashley sucked in a sharp, erotic breath at my touch and I wanted nothing more than to give in to my desires—give in to her desires and let our bodies join the way they were meant to be. However, I was teaching her a lesson, begging her to feel even a small piece of the angst, anguish and torment I felt and to be haunted by the memories of the way we once were.

  “You are so wet, Ashley. So hot. This beautiful pussy is begging to be fucked.” Flashes of Rownan’s smug form filled my mind as I pictured him filling the sweet spot that only I belonged inside of. My teeth ground together and I had to shake my head to rid myself of the picture before I became even more enraged. Suddenly, my mouth was upon her, licking, sucking and delving to try to remove any evidence that he ever invaded the one prize that belonged to me.

  “Oh God, oh God!” Ashley yelled as she tried to dig her heels into the table to bring her pelvis closer to my mouth. I continued lapping at her sweet juices with a tortuous pattern of soft, light licks mixed with harder faster ones to tease and torment her.

  Watching her writhe, and squirm just from my tongue was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I got so lost in the pleasure of making her feel good that I nearly forgot my purpose for what I was doing to her in the first place.

  “Dominic, I-I’m gonna come…” she stuttered and I instantly pulled away from her.

  “No!” she cried as her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to take in breath.

  I laughed sardonically, knowing exactly what she was feeling. I could tell she was getting close—close to the point where she would break. By denying her orgasm, I was replicating every feeling, emotion, and thought that I had suffered with over the last few weeks since she betrayed me.

  I stood back for a moment trying to watch her gain her composure as she was begging me to continue with her soft pleas. Did I want to call the cops on her? Not really only because no one should have to endure the feeling of being a caged bird. Was I curious as to why she broke into the club? Yes. Without a doubt.

  “You have one of three options, Ash. You can tell me why the hell you are in my club tonight, I can call the cops and have you arrested, or you can safe word. What will it be? Are you going to tell me why you are here?”

  “No,” she bit out. I could feel and sense the anger in her voice. Good. I wanted her to be angry. I wanted every fucking emotion to come flooding through her at once.

  Time for one last try.

  I unzipped my pants and removed my shoes, boxers and shirt. I stood there naked before her, only she couldn’t see me through her blindfold. I noticed the small amount of wetness on the edge of the material from the tears that she was shedding. In only near a half an hour, I have sent her emotions soaring from highs to lows as I built her up and brought her down.

  “Dominic...Dominic!” she yelled when I stood there just staring at her. The panic in her voice was eminent. My hand was poised over my cock as it was painfully hard as granite. The last time I had been inside of her was the night I fucked her at the club in the bathroom. That was also the night she left with Rownan.

  I stalked over to her, slowly, examining my prey, bound and nearly naked for me. I bore holes in the panties she still wore, cursing the barrier that was between her delightful cunt and me. Without a warning to her, I reached for the lace that encased her narrow hips and ripped them away as easily as tearing paper in half.

  “Holy shit!” she yelled, startled by my abrupt removal of the fabric from her body. Her body trembled with both fear and anticipation and I welcomed the feelings I was invoking upon her. The normal cream color of her skin was flushed pink with arousal and frustration coupled with the agitation from not being allowed a release.

  My hands smoothed over her soft, warm flesh and I took a moment to breathe her in like the smoke from a
cigarette. Just like that smoke, she was my toxin—a cancer to my system that invaded my mind and body. My heart wasn’t made to love. It certainly wasn’t made to love and let go, but somehow she had made a liar out of me and inundated and swarmed the beating muscle in my chest that had been hardened for so long.

  Keeping her arms and legs bound and the blindfold over her eyes, I crawled up her body as her chest heaved trying to draw in vital oxygen. My own air was nearly knocked from me, and my mind and body remembered how wonderful it felt to have her flesh against mine. After a few moments to relish the glorious feeling, she began to squirm underneath me from the weight I was bearing on her. I lifted up and grabbed my cock, positioning it right over her pussy, and began to slide it through her warm, heated folds. Each skim across her swollen clit, lubricated my dick with her saturated, dripping desire.

  “Dominic…” She stated in a desperate whisper. I was just as affected by the movement, but quickly wrangled in my thoughts and feelings to finish my mission.

  “Are you ready to tell me now?” I asked her one final time. She shook her head rapidly back and forth and it was all the answer I needed to proceed. Placing one hand at the base of her throat and the other on my throbbing cock, I spread her open like smooth butter and slowly-painfully so-glided my dick into the warm confines of her pussy. Each forward progression massaged every ridge on my agonizingly solid cock. I felt my eyes start to roll back in my head as pure rapture and euphoria overwhelmed me. This was home to me. Being inside of the person who was my reason for being. I felt like I was barely progressing forward in my life one breath and one heartbeat at a time and only felt comfortable in existence when I was inside of her.

  Warm tears rolled out from underneath the blindfold she was wearing and I leaned in to trace the path of the salty liquid across her cheek with my tongue as I began to pump my dick in and out of her tight channel. Her walls fastened and clenched around my cock while she sucked me in greedily as if starving for me to fill her.