72. Blade
BLADE
Trinket quivered with every step we took toward my lair. She always tried to act so brave, but when it came down to it, she was still a skittish little thing. In the darkened maintenance tunnels of Space Summit, she was shaking like a leaf.
I’ll give those legs a reason to really shake.
A chuckle slipped my lips as we headed deeper into the shadows. I knew the passageway like the back of my hand. Countless hours had gone into building my torture chamber, and now, I’d finally get to show it off to the one who mattered the most.
And Nash.
I could practically feel her seething over her loss, which only made the whole thing more fun. She had her own plans for our little guest, but they’d have to wait until another night.
You snooze, you lose.
“Would you stop it with the fucking cackling?” Nash grumbled.
Tess jumped as Nash’s voice echoed against the concrete walls. But I just smiled back at her with a shrug. “God forbid a girl have a bit of fun.”
“I fail to see what’s so fun about it.”
Finally, my little toy found her voice.
At that, a fresh wave of laughter bubbled from my chest. “Oh, you’ll see, Trinket.”
Finally reaching the end of the tunnel, I reached forward and parted the curtain of heavy chain that hung over the doorway. Tess eyed the doorway, swallowing hard, but ultimately stepped forward. I stepped aside, holding the curtain open for her before letting it smash shut on Nash.
It was fun to fuck with her. But even more entertaining was watching the horror in Tess’ eyes as they jumped around the room. Once, Space Summit had been the park’s biggest indoor coaster — tightly winding tracks that spiraled down through a maze of flashing stars, comets, and space ships.
But since we’d taken stewardship of the park, I’d turned it into my own personal jungle gym.
The tracks that once shuttled coasters through the space were now rafters webbed in ropes and chains. Tess covered her mouth as she stepped forward into the clearing at the center of the coaster, looking up at the beheaded dolls hanging from the ceiling above us.
“Don’t worry, Trinket. I’ll be gentler when I string you up. Not much gentler, but…” I traced a finger under her chin, feeling her throat bob at the promise.
“That’s your big plan? Tying her up?” Nash yawned.
“You find this boring?” I narrowed my eyes as I crossed the room. “Tess, do you think this is boring?”
She shook her head hard, practically cowering under the heat of my gaze.
But Nash was too much of a sore loser to let it go. “I mean, I just think if you wanted an excuse to practice your Boy Scout skills, you didn’t need to waste a whole Fright Night on it.”
Scowling, I pulled down a rough, crimson rope from the rafters. The tail thudded to the ground, making Tess jump and me smile. “We’ll see how boring you think this is when our little doll is tied so tight that she can’t fight back.”
“Now, that sounds promising.” Nash licked her lips as she watched Tess cower.
It was clear that Tess was weighing her urge to run against her desire to submit. But for all her bravado, Tess was a very good girl… when she wanted to be.
Tonight, I won’t give her a choice to be anything else.
Snapping the rope taught between my fists, I leered down at her.
The quiver of her lip told me the mask frightened her. And I liked her fear.
She knew she could ask for anything, but she wouldn’t — the way that she was squirming told me that she liked the fear too.
“Here’s how this goes. You are going to stay very, very still while I work. When I tell you to bend, or to lift, or to hand something over to me, you don’t waste my time. Have I made myself clear?”
“Yes,” Tess nodded, trying hard not to shrink away.
“Good. Then strip.” I paced circles around Tess, winding the rope up in my hands as she peeled off her clothes. “Faster.”
Nash could hardly contain herself. “Fuck she looks good.”
And she did. By now, I was no stranger to the gentle slopes and long lines of Tess’ body. But it didn’t stop me from feeling that same jolt of excitement I’d discovered the first time she bore herself to me.
Once she was naked, I approached a long, iron chain hanging from the ceiling: this one had small circular bells clipped along its links. Unclasping a bell, I gave it a rattle before pressing it into Tess’ palm. “If you drop that, everything stops.”
She looked down at it before lifting those gorgeous blue eyes up to meet mine through the mask. “Understood.”
“Then let’s get to work.” Crossing behind Tess, I reached my arms around her and pulled the rope firmly against her upper chest. Letting the rope glide through my fingers, my hands slid under her arms and toward her back, keeping tension on the rope.
I aligned the bight with her spine before fastening the lark’s head knot.
As I adjusted the tightness of the first bind, Tess let out a small gasp. I could see her ribs contracting and expanding, just the slightest hesitation in her lugs as they pushed against the rope’s force. “Too tight?”
“No…” she shook her head. To test her, I adjusted the rope again, letting the rough surface graze over her soft skin. But there was no wince of pain — just the gentle prickling of goosebumps down the expanse of her back.
Shit. She’s perfect.
I couldn’t wait to see her in the full harness. I’d been planning out this tie for weeks. It was hard to keep my fingers from shaking as I wound the rope around her body: under her perky tits, back around her upper chest, and then diagonally across her back again.
Her nipples were already hard: there was no doubt that the rough rope had been a good choice. As if the soft little moans she released weren’t sign enough of how excited she was getting.
I need to calm down and focus.
I was no stranger to rope play, but this tie was serious. I wanted Tess to have a good time, but I also wanted her to be safe. And safety required self-control.
That was exactly what I liked about this practice. The hunts were a high: a time to channel my most base, animal instincts.
But shibari forced me to ground myself. Out of my head and back into my body.
Plus, there was nothing hotter than a pretty girl struggling against my ties. Especially when that girl was Tess.
Before long, I’d locked off the chest wraps and looped the rope over her shoulders a few times. With each pass, I secured the rope against the lower front chest wrap until the harness was complete.
Pacing back in front of her, I couldn't hide the smile from my voice. “How does that feel, Trinket?”
“Good.” Tess was blushing, struggling to look up at me.
I grabbed her chin between two fingers, forcing her eyes up. “Speak up.”
Startled, she cleared her throat. “Good.”
She looked beautiful all tied up in string. Two parallel lines ran across her chest, binding her gorgeous tits between them while another line formed an intricately woven V down the center of her chest.
The red rope bit into her skin slightly. I could already picture the red marks that would be left behind when I finally freed her. But what was even more arousing was just how submissive she could be.
Tess was a strong woman — independent, a fire cracker who took no shit — and watching her surrender complete control of her body lit a fire in me.
I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer.
There was no time to waste. I grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back, binding them together in a simple double column tie before affixing it to the harness.
She wouldn’t be able to use her hands for anything other than dropping that bell.
Then, I grabbed a matching crimson rope for her hip bind and got right back to work. I kneeled behind her, peppering her plump cheeks with kisses and nips between twists of the tie.
And when I spread her legs to secure her thighs, I was surprised by just how much of an effect I’d had on her. Pleasure absolutely coated her legs, trickling down slowly toward her knees.
“Tess, you dirty girl…”
She whimpered as I spread her legs wider, dipping my fingers into the pool. “Fuck.”
“Baby, have you not come lately? This is such a big mess.”
All she could do was murmur in reply.
I let my fingers slip deeper, curling against her wall until a whine escaped from her lips. Then, just as she was starting to buck against my fingers, I pulled them out with a chuckle. “Don’t worry baby. We’ll get to that soon enough.”
Meanwhile, Nash was eager to play with her food. Pacing forward from the metal beam she’d been leaning against, she stood in front of Tess, admiring the work I’d done on her chest.
“Maybe you’re right, Blade. Maybe this isn’t so boring after all.” She reached forward, squeezing one of Tess’ pert nipples between her fingers until she gasped.
At Nash’s touch, a fresh wave of goosebumps trickled down Tess’ hip. Unable to resist myself, I leaned forward, licking the sensitive skin with a broad stroke of my pierced tongue.
“Fffuck,” she hissed, squirming as I tightened the ties that would hold her legs in place.
“I told you to stay still, Trinket.”
But I could hardly blame the poor thing. Nash stepped closer, licking down Tess’ neck before leaning down to suck on her nipples.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Tess whined. Her muscles were straining for control. She was desperate to be a good girl for me, even as Nash sent jolts of excitement through every inch of her.
Lucky for her I’m good at what I do.
I’d done just about everything I could with Tess still standing. Just a few more ties, and my masterpiece would be complete. “Kneel.”
Nash groaned as her toy dropped to her knees on my command. But I just shrugged up at my competition. “My win, my rules.”
It wasn’t long before I had Tess completely tied up: red ropes winding all the way from her shoulders down to her ankles, knees spread wide and unable to close by an intricate braid down her leg.
She was trapped now — completely tangled in my web.
Which meant there was only one last thing to do.
“Grab that,” I pointed Nash across the clearing to a collection of black ropes that fed through a pulley system up above.