She froze.
He waited.
“I called you Kyler,” she grumbled.
“Yes, you did.” He closed the distance, pressing his hard and hot body against hers. “Because you’re new to the lifestyle, you will be allowed a few errors. That is one. Get to five and you’ll be punished.”
Her insides boiled as his eyes blazed, not with a look that scared her, but with a sexy burn that enticed her. He added with a low voice, “Doms have limits, too. Flogging you or taking you into impact play in that regard is my soft limit. For now, that is nonnegotiable.”
All traces of hardness faded from his face as he tangled his fingers into her hair, giving a little tug. “You will enjoy yourself tonight, but we will play this my way.” His stern gaze left no room for argument. “Until I know there’s nothing but trust between us, and until I firmly believe that my flogging, paddling, or spanking you will not leave a devastating mark, I won’t take you into that type of scene. Do you understand?”
Heat flooded her as he tugged on her hair, and she almost forgot what he’d said. She blinked into focus, realizing this was her submission to him. He’d bared her heart in the manner he wanted and now he played with her under his terms. “Yes, sir.”
“Very good.” Giving a nod of approval, he added, “And yes, you’re right to use the sir now that we’re playing.” He dragged his fingers through her hair, then turned to a tray next to the horselike contraption. After he removed two very long ropes, dark purple and dark green, he glanced over his shoulder to her. “Have you read about shibari?”
She nodded, watching him slowly approach the bench. “Yes, it’s the Japanese artistic form of rope bondage.”
“Exactly.” He crooked a finger at her. “Our scene tonight will include shibari.” Watching her every step as she approached, he went on, “Down the road, I won’t necessarily tell you everything that will happen in a scene, but for the first few times together I will, to reassure you. Things between us will be clear. All right?”
“Yes, sir.” She swallowed past the hard thud between her thighs and the warming of her most intimate parts. Kyler holding ropes that he planned to decorate her body with made her damp with need.
When she settled in front of him, he smiled, brushing the side of her cheek. “The majority of our time will be spent doing the shibari. Ropes are beautiful, especially on you.” He ran the soft rope over her shoulders, settling it behind her neck, and she shivered.
He continued, “Once the shibari is complete, I plan to use nipple clamps.” He tugged on the rope, forcing her closer. “Having said that, it’s good practice to only keep them on for ten minutes because of blood flow. So, things will move fast once those are on. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
He inclined his head. “Tonight is about sensation play. Feelings things you haven’t before, such as bondage and clamps. I won’t push you beyond that.” He hesitated, apparently enjoying the squirm she did at those suggestions, since his smile turned dark. “Do you have any questions?”
“No, sir.” Get that rope on me!
“Excellent.” Leaving the rope hanging over her shoulders, he turned to the tray and grabbed a hair clip. With gentle fingers, showing he’d done this before, he fixed her hair to the top of her head. “The arrangement of the ropes and knots emphasizes things like sensuality, vulnerability, and strength.”
Her eyes fluttered closed at the rope sliding over her skin as if it were Kyler’s kiss. Her heartbeat slowed with each move he made, as though his fingers were gliding over her skin. His strong touch, declaring his experience, made her wet and achy.
“I’ve studied this form of art since joining the lifestyle. It’s my gift, you could say. My talent.” He trailed the rope down the center of her chest, then ran it between her thighs. The soft rope pressed into her inner thigh before he dragged it up the side of her buttock.
He repeated the same move on the other side, then he said softly, “All right, take a seat on the bench and quiet your mind. Enjoy the moment.”
After Ella straddled the horse, he began making knots, moving the rope this way and that way over her body. She opened her eyes, finding him focused on the rope, as if she were his sculpture, his piece of art.
She realized that’s what BDSM was to him. Past the sexual part to the lifestyle, the tender moment when he lost himself in something he was passionate about amazed her. The way he touched her, how he moved the ropes and tied the knots along her body, it all dropped her into a hazy state. Her muscles loosened as the noises from the club drifted away.
Now she understood the appeal of the lifestyle—the meaning behind it made sense. It wasn’t only rough flogging or kinky sex—it was the exchange of a Dom beautifying his submissive for others to see. Displaying her in the most exquisite way he could. Ella realized it was Kyler using his talents to attempt to make her the most stunning woman in the room.
His beauty to show off in pride.
It was a quiet and sensual exchange of his touch on her body.
Maybe she hadn’t fully understood the meaning of a D/s relationship before, but now she believed it wasn’t all about the sex. The experience was a sensual dance between a man and a woman. The ropes were an extension of Kyler—his way of showing her she was worthy of such devotion by a Dom.
In his care, she tumbled into a sensation so peaceful she never wanted to leave. Her thoughts quieted. Her body softened under the rope. Her heart opened, dropping all barriers between them.
Only he remained.
* * *
A quarter of an hour later, Kyler knotted the rope on the side of Ella’s hip. The soft instrumental music drifted through the club as he gazed over the intricate bondage. For the most part, she was covered, likely feeling as if she wore a full-piece bathing suit with parts of skin showing.
He regarded his work with a smile. Shibari looked good on any woman, but because it was Ella, it looked exquisite. The ropes fit snug against her, winding across her body and detailing her curves. The flush of her cheeks indicated the knots he’d placed on pressure points to stimulate her were working.
Though, her reaction to the shibari was unexpected. Before she sat on the bench, he’d brushed over her hot folds, and silky arousal touched his skin. Not all submissives offered such a heady reaction under his ropes. And he felt it, too, entranced by the beauty of the moment.
She was his canvas.
The rope his tool to decorate her.
Into a minute of their scene, she had shut her eyes, and she had yet to open them. Even when he helped her stand from the bench, she stayed right there in the present.
Quiet.
Christ, she’s going to be the death of you, Morgan.
Tension rode his shoulders as he yearned to send her into that blissful state of subspace, but that craving wouldn’t be fed tonight. Pain laced with pleasure dropped a submissive into that foggy trance, and he couldn’t push Ella too fast…too soon. Until she wholeheartedly trusted him and invested in him enough to share her hurt, instead of ignoring what happened, he couldn’t take his flogger to her or use pain to heighten her pleasure.
Shoving the thoughts and his cravings away, he gave her arm a pinch. “I need you focused now, Ella.” Her eyes slowly drifted open, her dark, sensual gaze entrancing him. He swallowed against the surge of blood rushing to his cock. With a clenched jaw, he gestured to the mirror on the wall behind them. “Take a look.”
She turned and gasped as she stared at her reflection. Giving herself a once-over, she ran her hands over the rope and shivered. “It’s gorgeous.”
“It is that.” He took her hand, leading her toward the silk sheets hanging from the ceiling. “Though, I’d say what’s in the ropes is more so.”
She gave a sweet smile. “Thank you.”
“Thank you, what?”
“Thank you, sir.”
He nodded, dropping her hand. “That’s right, Ella. I enjoyed how you were quiet during the shibari, but now I wa
nt you vocal. How you’ve addressed me is perfectly fine.” Then he turned his attention to the long silk.
Years back, he’d seen an aerial ballet at Cirque du Soleil. The show had given him ideas, an idea that happened to be a perfect scene for Ella. Some thought to experience BDSM there needed to be pain, an intense flogging or such, but that was not the truth.
Not for Kyler.
Every step of Ella’s scene was new to her. She’d never had sex in public, nor had she been decorated with shibari. Perhaps he played with her lightly, but that didn’t mean the impact of the scene wouldn’t be intense for her.
He grasped the wider piece of silk and held it open. “Come sit on here.”
Once she settled against the silk, he adjusted her so she sat secure within it. Her bottom rested right on the edge of the silk, leaving her pussy exposed for all his plans tonight.
He gripped the thinner silk on the left and wrapped it beneath her knee, spreading her thigh wide. Then he wrapped the silk up her forearm until he reached her wrist and made a cuff. She shivered under the restraints, and he grinned. “Seems you like this, hmm?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, holding his stare.
Her pupils were dilated and her lips parted as she drew in large, deep breaths. Unable to stop himself, he sealed his mouth over hers, commanding the kiss. Ella was made for this life, not simply because kink aroused her, but because she sought higher pleasure.
She allowed him to play in search of new sensations. She welcomed his touch, trusting him. More to the point, she naturally accepted his dominance, firmly believing that in his care he’d unleash her wildest desires.
Ella was submissive.
And yours, his heart whispered.
Fighting back his impatience to claim her and demanding all the things he wanted to from her, he broke the kiss. He dragged his finger over her parted lips, damp with his saliva. “Very beautiful, Ella.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Desire brushed across his senses, sending adrenaline pumping through his veins as he wrapped her other leg in the silk, then secured her wrist. The spotlight above beamed down on her, lighting her up like an angel.
Once he finished, leaving her restrained for his pleasure, Ella’s gaze connected with something over his shoulder. While he understood that she was restrained with nowhere to run in Club Sin, he’d rectify her error. He grasped her chin. “No, Ella, you stay right here. Always looking at me. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she rasped.
Pleased by her response, he trailed a finger over her cheek, taken by the softness of her skin. “Believe me, when something is this beautiful, it needs to be shown off.”
She gave a tender smile laced with heat, leaning in to his touch. “I feel beautiful, sir.”
“Rightly so.” Dropping his hand, he moved from side to side. Her stare followed him, and he nodded approval. “Yes. Eye contact like that. Always following me. Always on me.”
Reaching back, he removed his T-shirt and dropped it to the ground. “Tonight, this scene is for you. There are no expectations. It’s all about sensation play. About fun. About exploring. About experiencing something new.”
“Yes, sir.”
Christ, hearing the sir from her mouth nearly undid him. He yearned to hear that sir being shouted through her dance of pleasure. He desired beyond anything to hear it in a way that meant she belonged to him.
Slow down. Be gentle.
Refusing his hot need to play a little darker with harder intensity, he turned to the tray that he’d left earlier and grabbed the scissors. As he looked to her, her argument flickered in her wide eyes.
He said firmly, “I’ll remind you that I bought the lingerie. It’s mine to cut off if I choose.” With a few quick snips, he removed her bra and underwear, yanking them out from beneath the ropes.
Ella stayed silent, though she trembled.
After he returned the scissors to the tray, he worked his fingers into the ropes, making the holes around her nipples larger. Then, using a firm hold, he pulled on the two ropes that ran over her pussy and moved them to the side. Her breath hitched as he assumed the warm air touched her hot, needy, damp flesh. And at the acknowledgment that her cunt was on full display.
Yet Ella liked this.
Her rock-hard nipples spoke to the heat simmering within her.
He grinned, pleased by her. Since bondage was one of his favorite kinks, nothing made him happier than discovering she found it sexually arousing. Taking a step back, he took measure of her. Her cheeks were flushed, though her eye contact stayed on him.
Good.
Moving to the tray again, he grabbed the nipple clamps with rubber tips, which had a long chain connecting them. Her gaze followed him when he returned, and to stop the nerves he spotted from filling her, he grasped her chin and sealed his mouth over hers.
Every brush of his lips she mirrored. Every soft moan she gave had him deepening the kiss. Her tongue swiped against his in a passionate plea for more. More I’ll give you, sweetheart. Angling her head, he moved harder…a little more forceful, to heat her up.
When she whimpered against his lips, he broke free from her mouth and trailed openmouthed kisses down her neck, nipping at the skin. He traveled lower until he reached her nipple. There, he squeezed her breast and his hand scraped against the rope, igniting a hard pulse in his cock.
Drawing her puckered nipple into his mouth, he sucked the bud until she moaned. Then he played there, sometimes licking, other times nipping at the tender flesh. He swirled his tongue around her areola, working her nipple until it formed into a perfect tight knot.
Leaning away, he smiled at her shut eyes. She quivered, giving a long exhale as he tweaked the puckered bud. He squeezed and released her nipple in a slight bite to work her into the sensation.
When her breath shifted to heady panting, he added the clamp, and the rubber pressed against the dark pink skin. No reaction. Not a surprise. Keeping hold of the clamp on her nipple, he slid the ring at the closed end toward the clamps on her nipple, moving slowly, waiting for a reaction.
Within seconds, her eyes widened and she whimpered.
He paused, allowing her to become accustomed to the new sensation. As she held his stare, eyes open and alert, he placed the chain over his shoulder. Then he dropped his hand to her hot cunt. His fingers came back soaked, and he dragged her arousal up to her clit. He circled the bundle of nerves and her eyes fluttered closed, a raspy moan escaping her mouth. Only when she pushed past the pain, morphing it into pleasure, did he slide the ring higher.
This time she grunted.
“There you go,” he murmured.
Continuing to swirl her clit, he lowered his mouth to her other nipple and worked the bud until it puckered. Spending as much time on the new nipple as he had the first, he waited for Ella to awaken. The moment she did, he applied the other clamp. By the time he leaned away, Ella panted, harsh, greedy, uncontrollable perfect sounds.
A woman overwhelmed by pleasure.
He pressed his fingers against her hot slit, and his fingers entered her. Soaked. Ready. She half gasped, half grunted. He anticipated that the new sensation would overwhelm her. The nipple clamps were like fingers gently pressing her nipples. His fingering her gave the sensation that more than one set of hands were touching her.
Something new for Ella. Something thrilling.
Her glassy gaze held his. Unfocused. He pumped his fingers inside her and she moaned, squirming against the silk, sending the swing into movement. He lifted the chain that dangled down her stomach, pulling slightly. She whimpered, not a sound of discomfort but blatant desire. Her hands clenched in the binds and her head dropped back, soft sighs filling the air.
His cock ached, throbbing in his pants to replace his fingers. Her acceptance under his touch stirred his dominance. As her inner muscles squeezed his fingers, increasing his thrusts, he grunted. “You make a man want things he shouldn’t,” he told her, even if he doubted she’d
hear him.
Due to cutting off the circulation to her nipples, he couldn’t draw out the scene, no matter that he wanted to. Tonight was simply about sensation and allowing Ella to feel something she hadn’t before.
Hell-bent that this was only the beginning of their adventure together and the future would allow him to play as he liked, he dropped his jeans. His heavy, swollen cock rested in his hand, and he wasted no time. He pressed his throbbing cockhead against her damp folds and he pulled the chain upward as he entered her.
Careful not to move the chain, he thrust inside, squeezed by her inner walls. Skin against skin, he groaned against the gloriousness of it. The breathtaking view tested his control. Never. Not with any of the submissives before Ella had anyone looked so damn beautiful, in his ropes, in his clamps, locked in his pleasure.
Perfection.
He thrust with gentle but fast movements and pulled the chain down, letting her experience the burn against her nipples. Her eyes shot open and widened as she trembled in the swing. Playing with the chain to add sensation, he pulled it straight out, and her moan slid across him.
With his free hand, he pressed against her clit, stimulating as many parts of her as possible. To Ella, the bondage, the clamps, the shibari, his cock, and his fingers would feel as if many hands were touching her now.
As if Ella was a woman worthy of such pleasure—such devotion to her body. And he cherished the thought she experienced that now. His strokes were long and unhurried, yet as her breath turned raspy and her cunt constricted against his shaft, he anticipated her climax.
Hell, he anticipated his own.
To him, it seemed he’d been waiting too long for this moment. To touch her in the dungeon. To make love to her in Club Sin. To show off her beauty to all its members. To own Ella. To possess her soul. To command her pleasure.
His control failed him.
Ella’s flowery scent and the musky aroma of their lovemaking swept through his nostrils as he lifted the chain to her mouth. “Open.” He settled the chain onto her tongue and added, “Close your lips. Don’t release that.”
Her breath sounded rough through her nose as he grasped the silk at her sides. Gripping it tight in his hands, he shifted the rhythm of his hips, both with force and speed. In and out, his cock moved within her tight cunt, and he forced himself to keep looking at her.
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