Ties That Bind: Club Risqué Book Three

by Flynn, Poppy

  Logan smiled indulgently and leaned forward from where they were curled up on the couch, surrounded by a mountain of jewel toned cushions, and gave her a lingering kiss, the movie they'd put on to watch muted and forgotten.

  "That's not the basis of our relationship, though," he added seriously. "I'll admit that it was your perfection as my ideal model that first attracted me to you, but what we have now is so much more than that. If you decide you have no interest in being involved in my personal vision, it won't change the way I feel about you."

  Luanna nodded but was quiet for a while, contemplating. But he'd said they should communicate about everything, so, shrugging, she asked, "If I decline to be your Shibari model, would you still want to pursue that ambition with somebody else?"

  "I…" Logan trailed off, nonplussed. "I don't know." He frowned then sighed loudly. "The photographs—the idea, the sequence of them—that's been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember. A decade ago, when I was first learning, it became my goal—to achieve the ultimate status and be accomplished enough to showcase my work through photography for the world to see, to highlight the beauty of the craft and inspire others. The dream is still there, but right now, I can't imagine enjoying it or concluding it with anyone but you. I guess it will always be my dream, but dreams don't always become a reality," he concluded with a sudden air of hopelessness that Luanna found she didn't care for.

  "And if you achieve this goal, what then? What will you do with the photographs? Do you want to publish them, or what?"

  He looked at her with surprise and a heart-warming, boyish confusion. A ruddy colour warmed his cheeks as he admitted, "I've never really thought past finding a model. I guess, in my mind, I imagined that I would showcase them in the club. I would display them in my home, so I could enjoy them every day. I even considered the possibility of a coaching guide for trainees to study, but that's a different undertaking, because it would take a lot more time and patience to do step by step photography like that. First and foremost, I just wanted to show the elegance and the magnificence—the art. Ultimately, I suppose I want to be able to see it, enjoy it, experience it, for longer than just the duration of a scene. If I can achieve that with a model who symbolises more to me than just being a body to practice on, then that gives the entire experience more meaning." He paused and sucked in his breath.

  "That last bit, that's a new thing. I've only just realised that right now, talking about it like this, so maybe I wouldn't want to fulfil it just for the hell of it. Suddenly, because of you, it needs to mean more, somehow, if that makes any kind of sense."

  It was that—those very words and the sentiment behind them—that made all the difference, Luanna realised. Suddenly, this was something that she wanted to do for him. Something they could share.

  "And what would I wear, if I were to agree to this? Would I be naked?" She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that prospect. She was, after all, still mother to a fifteen-year-old son.

  Logan scooted forward and took her face in both hands, searching her face earnestly and looking deep into her eyes. "If you agree to be my model, you can wear whatever the hell you like," he breathed reverently. Then he drew back, a wicked grin sparking and making his amber eyes glint mischievously. "Of course, for my own selfish purposes, I would love you to be naked."

  Luanna couldn't help the laugh that bubbled from her lips. "Well, maybe we can compromise," she suggested. "For your own private series, I guess I could be naked. For the rest that you want to showcase, we'll have to come up with an alternative."

  About to kiss her, Logan stopped in his tracks and simply stared. "Does this mean you're agreeing to do it? To be my model? To let me tie you and suspend you and photograph you?" he whispered in awe, covering every contingency, so there was absolutely no mistake.

  "Yes." Luanna smiled and closed the distance between their lips herself.

  They started out with some small stuff. Logan set up a white background board, huge silver domed lights and some silvery shield looking things on stands along with all manner of other paraphernalia in the generous lounge area of his hotel suite, the footprint of which was probably bigger than her entire apartment. He mumbled about accent lighting and reflectors and flash benders and soft boxes, diffusers and tripods and beauty dishes. She had no idea what he was talking about. The end result had the look of a professional photography studio.

  He started with her feet. A quick, but intricate looking foot harness that reminded Luanna of the ballet slippers she'd had as a child, in the way it wound around her ankles. The similarity stopped there, of course. Logan wound natural coloured jute rope in between each of her toes, mirrored on both sides, then ran the rope around her ankles and the bottom of her calves to bind them together until it built a kind of herringbone pattern. When each of the toes was finished and secured, he wrapped the remaining rope around her calves to make a sleeve, before tying it off and picking up his camera.

  When he finally removed the bindings, he took more photos of the pretty rope marks left on her pale skin. After that, he moved on to what he called a prayer binding, where he did a similar thing to her fingers as he'd done with her toes. Finally, he encased each of her legs from ankle to thigh, in what looked for all the world like a pair of fishnet tights, with knots down the back which resembled the seams. He photographed her legs, individually and together, then topped off by adding an additional bondage element and tying them off together.

  "If we were in the suspension room, I could dangle you by your ankles and get some excellent shots," he mused. "But I think we can improvise well enough to fool the eye into thinking that's the case."

  A moment later, he had her lying on her back with her legs in the air, the rope pulled taut and tied off to on one of his extended tripods while he clicked away at different angles.

  Luanna couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to actually be suspended for real. The idea did funny things to her insides.

  "There's one more I'd like to try for the day," Logan told her after they'd finished and called room service for some lunch. He cupped her cheek and searched her face. "A private shot, for my eyes only."

  "What is it?" she asked, feeling the sensuality humming through her with his look. So far, everything they had done had been decidedly non-sexual, but Luanna already knew his next suggestion was going to be different.

  "I want to tie you in a Pentagram harness," he explained. "It binds the breasts and forms a star pattern on the chest. Sometimes, the arms are bound into it, but this time, I'll leave yours free."

  "You want me naked." It was more statement than question, but Logan answered anyway.

  "Yes," he breathed, "I want to capture your beauty and know that when I look at it, it belongs to me."

  Luanna stripped off. It wasn't quite so easy to stay detached, this time, with his hands caressing her sensitive flesh, cupping her breasts and brushing her nipples. By the time he was done with the knots and the ties, her blood was boiling and need trembled through her veins. She wondered if he'd captured her face on film, or if he'd kept his view finder on the ropes. He hadn't asked her to pose at all, but she knew that her desire would be reflected in her eyes and the passion written on her face.

  Her breasts were plumped and engorged from the pressure of the rope, her nipples pebbled and pouting. They throbbed in tandem with each heartbeat, and an answering pulse thudded in her clit.

  She knew Logan felt it, too, when he set his camera aside and dropped down to his knees in front of her. Luanna cried out with a pent-up breath of relief when he cupped the aching orbs with cool hands and pulled one fat, engorged nipple into his mouth while his fingers strummed gently over the other.

  Not enough, it wasn't enough. She needed more. She wasn't certain whether she said the words out loud or not, but in response, Logan pinched the nipple in his hand and grazed his teeth gently and then a little harder across the other, so maybe she had. All she knew was that she was suddenly voracious.
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br />   Plunging her fingers into Logan's thick lion's mane, she fisted her hands against his scalp and pressed him to her breast.

  A moment later, the world tilted. Logan heaved her less than petite form over his shoulder in a crude fireman's lift, then scooped up more rope and grasped the strap of his camera with his free hand. Luanna was too engrossed to notice. She stroked her hands down the sleek sides of his back until they came to rest on his firm, muscled behind, then gleefully, she groped at his butt cheeks, loving the tense and stretch under her palms as he walked into the bedroom.

  Dropping her none too gently on the huge king size bed, Logan made quick work of securing her wandering hands to the headboard.

  She watched him with hungry eyes, her heart pounding and her pussy aching to be filled. The pentagram harness wasn't uncomfortable, but it constantly squeezed her breasts with every movement, each small shift, even the breaths she took, and it was driving her crazy with need. She clamped her legs together and undulated her spine, trying to find a little bit of friction to ease the ache between her legs, but Logan denied her even that, pulling her legs apart and pushing them back until her ankles met her thighs and she was spread out open in front of him. Two quick bindings later, he'd secured them there with rope. She didn't stop him, and he didn't speak. Somehow, that just added to the mood. He'd tied her up in knots, both literally and figuratively.

  Logan stood back and did nothing but look at her while he tugged at his shirt tails and leisurely undid the buttons. Even his heated amber gaze had her panting in anticipation. He stalked across the room, prowling like the big cat he always reminded her of, carelessly throwing his clothes onto a nearby chair then moving back towards her with his lean, sleek muscles now on show. He was so damn stunning. Luanna could barely believe he was hers; he looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine.

  He crawled onto the bed between her legs, the beautiful tattoo she found so sexy covering his shoulder, bicep and pec, bunching and stretching in the muted light that drifted through the heavy sheers.

  Logan put his hands on her, stroking down her body across rope and skin, absorbing the different textures for his own delight. Sweeping his fingers up her silky thighs, he leaned down and laved his tongue across the dewy, pink folds that beckoned to him and heard the rough, rasping breath Luanna sucked in at his intimate touch, the guttural cries that grazed her throat as he played and teased her tender flesh.

  He took his time, fondling, caressing, stroking, licking and nibbling every inch of skin from her neck to her toes until she was writhing and panting and begging him for relief. He built her up then moved his attention somewhere else, until a light sheen of perspiration covered her body and she thought she would explode from the frustration of it.

  Logan maintained his silence, but his manner was intense, and it gave their mating a different vibe, something darker and more enigmatic.

  After all these weeks—months—it amazed her that they could still find something new in each other.

  When Luanna was all but shaking with need, Logan finally took pity on her and sheathed his throbbing cock. Wishing, not for the first time, that he didn't have even the thin latex barrier between them. He was so close to the edge that he decided to pull on a cock ring as well, to give himself the necessary staying power and avoid going off like a teenager getting his cherry popped.

  Kneeling between her spread thighs, he pulled her pelvis up off the bed, elevating her for his pleasure before he angled his hips and drove himself home in a single, deep thrust.

  Home. Yes, that was exactly what he thought when they were joined. And the feeling was profound. Here, with this woman, was exactly where he belonged.

  He made a few short, gentle passes until Luanna whimpered and then begged for more. Then he gripped hard on the ropes that encased her ankles and thighs and pulled her roughly towards him at the same time as he pounded into her. She let out a high-pitched shriek, and he could feel the walls of her vagina shudder and tighten around him, but still, he ploughed into her again and again. Harder, faster, altering his grip to change the angle, settling her finally against the soft mattress, but forcing her legs back so that her knees touched the side of her bound breasts. Covering her with his body, he sucked a pouting nipple into his mouth and bit down with a pressure that bordered on painful, but which only seemed to throw her senses into overdrive. He was so deep this way, and he kept up the relentless pace until he felt her start to peak again. Only when she'd reached her second climax, did he allow himself to let go. He withdrew swiftly, causing her to cry out at the emptiness she felt, but then he surprised her by removing what she recognised as a cock ring and then ploughing himself deep and hard once again. It took just seconds for him to feel the tingle at the base of his spine and his balls contract before he spilled his seed into the thin latex barrier and fervently wished he could empty himself into the clutch of her hot, tight body, instead.

  When he went to dispose of the condom, it was on legs that weren't quite steady. Luanna was magnificent in her bondage, her body slick with perspiration, her hair in splendid disarray, eyes closed and an expression of sheer satisfaction on her face. Logan couldn't help himself. He hooked the camera from where he'd carelessly left it and snapped several shots from different angles. Luanna didn't stop him, didn't even stir, and he knew she was in her own sensual oblivion right now. He'd just have to come clean about these particular shots later.

  * * *

  Logan took Luanna back to the club the following week. It was different this time, she noted. Oh, the club was still the same and so were the patrons, but Trinity had been right. She had needed to come again, when she knew what to expect, when she wasn't so bombarded with the depth and the scale of everything that went on here that she was completely overwhelmed by it all.

  She was glad she had been given that simple piece of advice. Without it, Luanna thought, things would probably have been very different. She had been close to running; she didn't mind admitting that now. And if she was honest with herself, she was glad she hadn't. Her relationship with Logan was somehow even closer since they had shared the photography session in his hotel suite. It had created a bond between them that was even more special than what they had enjoyed before. And because of that, Luanna was more comfortable and settled with just about everything. The fears she harboured had diminished since she and Logan had talked through a lot of her misgivings, and there, Trinity had been right yet again. Communication really was key. Not just in this particular circumstance, but in any relationship, but yes, even more so because of their particular scenario. She was glad she'd admitted her worries and uncertainties to Logan. The result was that, for the first time, she truly believed that forever lay ahead of them and the future was secure and not just a hope. She didn't doubt that there would still be issues. The big problem of logistics, when Logan had to return to the south coast still remained, after all, but suddenly, it wasn't insurmountable. Whatever difficulties they were faced with, they would face together, and together, they would come up with a plan to circumvent the problem because they were finally right there on the same page as each other. It was a blessed relief, and the lifting of that subtle stress she hadn't even realised she was carrying put a bounce in her step and a smile on her face and the attitude that nothing at all was impossible. She felt unshakable. She and Logan together—they were invincible.

  Tonight, he was planning to show her around the suspension room properly and explain what all of the different apparatus and equipment was for and how he might want to utilise it. Luanna was still visiting as his guest. That suited their situation, and there was no need to change it any time soon, though Logan had discussed with her the option of taking the submissive course. Without it, she wouldn't be able to become a member in her own right, but since she had no interest in pursuing the lifestyle except through Logan, that wasn't really an issue.

  She wasn't like Fluff or Trinity or even Charlotte. What she did here was purely for Logan.

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bsp; Not that she didn't enjoy it for herself, she wouldn't even be bothering if that was the case, but she certainly couldn't see herself allowing anyone else to tie her up for any reason. What she did here was completely and utterly tied up in her feelings for him.

  While she revelled in their scenes together and couldn't deny that the resulting sex was off the scale, she certainly wouldn't pursue Kinbaku just for the hell of it. That was something that was unique to herself and Logan as a couple, and Luanna couldn't imagine it any other way.

  She was hoping to be able to meet Micah tonight, as well, though since her recent epiphany with Trinity, she didn't feel the same necessity as before. She was comfortable with how things were right now, though she understood from Logan, that if she were to become a long-term 'guest', after four visits, she would still need to undergo the psych evaluation and fill out limit lists. She had already been required to sign a non-disclosure agreement before her first visit. The only thing that was really different in this scenario was that she didn't have to complete submissive training and that, in turn, meant that she wasn't allowed into the club unaccompanied. She wasn't permitted to scene with any other Dom but her sponsor, except where a third might be negotiated into a scene and, even then, only with the approval of either Micah or Trinity. Luanna couldn't see that ever being an issue. The idea of anyone else being involved in one of their scenes definitely didn't appeal to her.

  In fact, at the moment, she couldn't even imagine having anybody else watch. Allowing others to see a photograph was one thing. It was just an image, after the fact, and one she was comfortable with as long as she wasn't completely naked. Opening something that was so personal and private to be looked upon by other people somehow lessened the intimacy and the tenderness and detracted from the beauty of the act itself.

  She wasn't even certain quite how she felt about scening with Logan here in the club, even if they initiated complete privacy. Just the idea that there were others right outside the door, that a Dungeon Monitor would look in through the peephole, to check on them occasionally and that whatever they were doing would be caught on the cameras every room was fitted with, filled her with the same apprehension as she had felt at the idea of having sex with Logan while Danny was asleep just down the hall at home. She understood—and even appreciated the precautions—they just didn't sit well with her. That might be something she would eventually get over. Or it might not. As she got to know the members better, became more familiar with her surroundings, she might feel more comfortable about it. She just didn't know, right now. But straight photography, yes, she could handle that, even here. In that scenario, this would just be the equivalent of a studio. Nothing sexual about that, and that would be fine.