Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Mallory felt like she’d woken that morning in some sort of alternate universe. One where all her dreams were coming true at once.
“I love you, too,” she whispered with a bright smile.
“Good. I’m very glad to hear it. Now, let’s get lunch and we can go back to the room and take a no-sleep nap,” he winked at her as he squeezed her once more before releasing her and taking her hand in his.
The meeting with her ex was pushed far from her thoughts by the news of having an impromptu showing of her artwork in a few weeks. It even overshadowed the knowledge that she would be on display that evening as Master Fletcher’s rope bunny.
She waited until they were seated at a table away from other diners before she asked, “I won’t be naked tonight when you tie me up, will I?”
Fletcher’s smile as he added pepper to his fries sent a shiver through her nerves.
“No, bunny, you won’t be naked. The outfit I ordered was delivered this morning.
That was one of the reasons I’d been putting Derek off, I wanted to make sure you had an appropriate outfit that wouldn’t interfere with the ropes and knots, but also wouldn’t expose too much of my woman’s body. ”
“But I was naked in the Dungeon the other day,” she pointed out, though she was grateful he would not demand she be naked again.
“That was punishment and the only person who was paying attention to what we were doing was Master Randell. I don’t know how many people will be present tonight, so we’ll keep your yummy bits covered.”
Mallory’s nerves settled as she lifted her hamburger. “Thank you, Master.”
Fletcher nodded then looked at her plate. “Eat, bunny. You’ll need your energy for this afternoon, and tonight.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The afternoon passed quickly as Fletcher kept her mind—and body—occupied in bed.
Just before dinner they showered and he dried and then French braided her hair so it would be out of his way that evening.
After an early dinner, they returned to their room where they watched a movie until it was time to get ready for their evening in the Dungeon.
Master Fletcher stripped her and then helped her dress in a pale pink sports bra and boy shorts.
The color was so light, it almost looked like she was wearing nothing.
He then had her pull on one of his oxford shirts and button it up before slipping her feet into a pair of bunny slippers that matched her clothing.
“Beautiful and oh so sexy,” he said before pulling her in for a hug and a long kiss that had her body heating. “I can’t wait to see you wrapped in my ropes tonight.”
Fletcher was surprised to find the Dungeon filled with people when he and Mallory entered that evening. There were two couples playing, but the rest were hanging out in the bar area, waiting for… them?
When Mallory tensed beside him, he released her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, rubbing his hand up and down her arm. “Remember, all you have to do is what I tell you to.”
“Yes, Sir,” Mallory whispered as he led her through the bar and down the handful of steps to the play room floor.
During the afternoon he’d decided to tie her similar to what he’d done on their first day in the Dungeon.
Stepping up to the St. Andrew’s cross, he pointed to the side of the area.
Mallory stepped away from him and knelt in the manner he preferred, showing him once again, she was perfect for him.
She stared at the floor, and since she looked more than a little nervous, he allowed it instead of demanding she watch him.
He’d prepped his ropes in the room so all he had to do was lay them out in front of the cross before turning to their audience.
“Good evening. Master Derek asked me to give a demonstration of shibari bondage.”
He continued speaking for a few minutes, giving an abbreviated history of shibari and where it came from. When he ran out of things to share, he looked at his rope bunny who was pale and visibly trembling.
“Mallory,” he said softly to get her attention.
She startled and looked up at him. Holding out his hand, Fletcher waited for her to rise and come to him. Once she was at his side, he unhooked the wrist cuffs from his belt and wrapped them around her wrists. Then he led her to the cross and positioned her.
“Do you want me to blindfold you?” he asked as he hooked the cuffs to the cross so her arms were above her head but bent a bit at both elbow and shoulder.
“You’d do that?” she whispered, her voice tight with nerves.
“Anything you need to make this a pleasant experience, bunny,” he said as he pulled a black silk mask from his back pocket.
“Then yes, please, Master Fletcher,” she replied.
Once the mask was in place, he massaged her shoulders. “Relax, bunny, and soon you’ll be flying.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, taking a deep breath.
As she released it, he watched as her entire body seemed to relax.
“Good girl,” he praised before turning back to the silent audience. “I normally don’t recommend using a blindfold during shibari because you can read a lot in your rope bunny’s eyes that she might not verbalize, but Mallory is new to the lifestyle and you all are a bit intimidating.”
As expected, the audience laughed.
“I’d like to ask that you remain silent during the demonstration. If you have questions, please hold them until I call for questions at the end. By then Mallory will be flying off in her own world and won’t care if you’re still in the room, much less watching her.”
That earned another wave of chuckles before the onlookers grew silent once again.
Fletcher turned and took a deep breath to center himself before kneeling and picking up the first rope. “Where are we, bunny?” he asked softly.
“Green, Master,” she replied softly.
“And so we begin,” he said, wrapping the black silk rope around her left ankle and securing it.
It took less than a minute for the rest of the room to fade from his thoughts as his focus zeroed in on the rope, the wraps and Mallory. He kept checking and knew exactly when she’d entered subspace, her mind flying out of the room to another world.
Once he finished the lightning bolt tie of her legs, he moved on to a more complex chest harness using a red rope. Once he finished, Mallory was still breathing slow and easy, her body relaxed and she was leaning back against the cross instead of standing straight.
“You okay, bunny?” he asked once he secured the second rope.
“Yes, Master,” she said, her words relaxed and slurred as if she’d had too much to drink.
“Hang tight, I’m going to invite people for a closer look while I answer questions.”
“’Kay,” she sighed.
“If anyone would like to take a closer look, you’re welcome to, as long as you do not touch the ropes or my bunny.”
Several of the Tops stepped closer, each careful to keep their hands well away from Mallory and the ropes wrapped around her. Once they stepped away, his gaze swept the crowd. “Anyone have any questions?”
A few raised their hands and he quickly answered them before he said, “If anyone has any further questions, we’ll be around. For now, I’ve got to get Mallory out of these bonds.”
That earned another round of chuckles before the crowd slowly dissipated.
“Need some help?” One of the Dominants who had examined Mallory from every angle asked from a few feet away.
Fletcher thought for a moment as he untied the knots. “If you could unwind her legs while I undo the corset that would be great.
“Sure thing.”
The man quickly untied the black rope while Fletcher went to work on the more complicated red one. Together they had Mallory free in just a few minutes.
Fletcher stood in front of her, ready to catch her when the other man released her cuffs from the hooks holding her to the cross. As expected, Mallory’s knees collapsed, unable to hold her weight.
“Master?” she asked as he swept her into his arms bridal style.
“I’ve got you, bunny. Just relax,” Fletcher said as he carried her to the nearest couch and sat down with her.
“Is it over?” her slurred speech proved she was still flying in subspace.
“Yes, sweet bunny, it’s over. And you did perfectly.”
“Why is it so dark?”
Fletcher chuckled as he pulled off the mask. “Is that better?” Tilting his head, he watched as she blinked against the light now that she was no longer blindfolded.
She turned her head to look up at him with what could only be an endorphin drunken smile. “Hi.”
“Hi. Can you stay here while I go clean up the station?”
“Okie dokie,” she said, her head flopping down on his chest, proving she was not quite back in her body.
Before he could work his way out from under her, Payne appeared with a blanket that he handed to him.
“No need, Sir, as that’s my job,” Payne said.
“Thank you,” Fletcher said as he opened it and wrapped it around Mallory.
“My pleasure, Sir, and may I add, that was quite a breathtaking scene,” the service submissive said as he held out a bottle of water. “With your permission, Sir, I’d like to let Mallory know she’s not only an incredible artist, she also makes a beautiful rope bunny.”
Fletcher’s smile matched Mallory’s as she turned back to look up at him. “May I answer, Master?”
“Yes, bunny, you may.”
“Thank you, Payne,” Mallory said. “It was a bit scary at first, but it was incredible as well if that makes any sense.”
“It absolutely does,” Payne said, his smile reaching all the way to his eyes, making them twinkle. “Oh, and I brought you this.”
Mallory’s squeal of delight had Fletcher wondering if her smile widened because of her fellow service sub’s compliment on her talent and the scene, or if it was due to the fact Payne had just offered her the biggest bar of chocolate Fletcher had ever laid eyes on.
Deciding either was just fine, Fletcher nodded for her to accept the treat and when she then handed the candy to him, he peeled back the wrapper and broke off a piece, placing it on her tongue when she instantly opened her mouth.
“Both a bunny and a baby bird,” he quipped as he watched her eyes close in intense pleasure. By the time he looked back, Payne had quietly disappeared and the man who’d helped him untie his bunny was approaching with the ropes bundled together.
“I figured you needed time for aftercare,” he said, laying the ropes on the floor at Fletcher’s feet.
“Thanks. I take it you’re not a novice at ropework?”
The man simply smiled before drifting off and disappearing into the thinning crowd as soundlessly as Payne had.
By the time Mallory lifted her head, once again appearing clear-eyed, Fletcher had made a few decisions.
Not only would he encourage Mallory to agree to the art show and coloring book of her work, he would spend the rest of their time together convincing her to return home with him instead of staying here or going back to wherever she’d lived before coming to Rawhide Ranch.
But at that moment, his big challenge would be getting them both back to the room and into bed.