Mine

37. Salt

THIRTY-SEVEN

SALT

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

I held my hand over Pepper’s eyes as I guided her through the door to the garage. Cushioned tiles interlocked across the floor, which would keep both of us from hurting ourselves on the concrete. Above it was a rig for suspension. I’d picked out ropes and had a bag full of toys to surprise her with.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do to her.

Pepper’s breath caught as I revealed it all to her. Her body nearly vibrated with excitement and anticipation. After a good night’s sleep and an even better breakfast, we were ready for a different kind of activity.

“Is that for tying me up?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. “I want to tie you up and suspend you in the air and fuck you. I have other plans too, but I want them to be a surprise. If you want me to tell you—I will, of course.”

“No,” she said. “I want to be surprised. I like that.”

I guessed she would say that. “I’m not so sure you’ll like me after,” I chuckled.

“We’ll see about that. I want to go as far as I can without truly breaking.”

A soft growl left me as I pushed her to the center of the garage. Pepper was dressed in black silk pajamas, her nipples hard beneath the fabric. I slowly circled until I came to a stop in front of her, tipping her chin up with a finger.

“Who am I?” I asked.

“Mine,” she whispered.

“And who are you?”

“Yours,” she said, her lashes fluttering as she started to fall into a submissive headspace. Over the last week, a ritual had started to form between us, and I loved it. We’d also tried out a few new things, such as rope play. “Yours to touch. Yours to use. Yours to fuck.”

“Good girl,” I praised. “You know your safe words.”

“I do. I trust you.”

“And I trust you.” I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers. “Strip until you’re naked.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She shivered, which reminded me I needed to run the space heaters for the garage. She started to strip as I turned one on, keeping my eyes on her.

Once she was naked, I went to the black bag I’d prepared and pulled out my rope and safety shears. The rope I’d picked out was bright pink, and I couldn’t wait to see Pepper bound up.

I walked up behind her, and she stiffened as I approached. I swept her hair behind her neck, kissing the curve gently.

Her breath hitched. “I want you,” she murmured.

“I know.”

The ropes slid over her skin, neon pink cupping her breasts in a diamond pattern as I tied her into a harness. She whimpered, her eyelashes batting as I moved her like a doll wherever I needed her, raising her limbs. The sound of the hemp sliding over flesh, her raspy breaths and occasional stifled whimpers—it created its own erotic rhythm, a song written by two of us.

Melody and lyrics.

“Don’t be afraid to moan,” I told her as I created a pattern down her stomach, knuckles grazing her. “Spread your legs.”

She parted them as she pushed her fingers through my hair. “I love the way you touch me.”

I smiled. She didn’t know what I had planned for her yet, and that comment brought me an immense amount of excitement.

Especially knowing what I was going to do to her.

I finished the body harness, and then took a step back to look over her. Her legs remained parted for me.

“Good,” I said. “Turn around.”

She turned around slowly, giving me a perfect view of her ass. Bruises were still healing from last Sunday, although most of them had faded into a mottled yellow and pink.

“Do you remember your safe word?” I asked.

“Of course,” she said. “Always.”

“Good girl.”

I left her standing there, going into the bag I brought with me. I rummaged through to find the blindfold. The moment my fingers brushed silk, I pulled it out, and then crept slowly behind her, every step measured. The tension in the room thickened, the calm before the storm. I knew she was fighting the urge to turn around to look at me.

“You're so obedient,” I teased.

“I like being a good girl for you.”

“I know you do. You do such a good job at it.”

I lifted the blindfold and fit it around her eyes, pulling the silk back behind her head. I knotted it quickly, giving it a firm tug to ensure that it was in place. Her body went very still, adjusting to her vision being taken.

“What are you going to do to me?” she whispered.

“You'll know soon enough.”

It was an ominous answer, but the part of kink I enjoyed most was the psychological aspect. I wanted her to be on edge. I wanted her to be wondering what I was going to do to her next.

Would it be pleasurable? Or would it be painful?

Guessing was part of the fun.

I'd spent hours planning the scene. Deciding exactly what I wanted to do to her in these moments—these precious fucking moments that I got to dominate one of the most powerful women I’d ever met in my entire life.

Her trust was a gift.

I left her standing there as I did one more check of the suspension rig. The cushioned tiles were down in case something went wrong and she fell, but that wouldn’t happen. I double-checked my safety shears again, all of the carabiners, and then grabbed another fifty feet of rope.

Pepper tensed as I crept up behind her, reaching around and grabbing her wrists. I lifted them above her head, leaving them there.

“You will stay like this.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I want you to talk to me while I tie you up,” I said. “I want to know how everything is making you feel as I do it to you.”

“I can do that.”

She swallowed hard, her breath hitching as I attached the double-column tie around her wrist to a carabiner, suspending them in the air. It was just high enough to keep her on her tiptoes.

“Talk to me, baby girl.”

“I feel… I feel powerless, but I also feel powerful. I know you're in control, but I trust you. I know you're going to do things to me that may hurt, but I want your pain. I want your marks. I want everything. I'm excited. I'm nervous. A little scared. And I'm really turned on.”

Her words were a waterfall while I continued to work. I smiled to myself. I could listen to Pepper talk about anything all day forever.

“You make me feel special,” she continued. “You make me feel cared for. And you make me feel heard.”

“You make me happy.” I pinched one of the bruises, drawing a squeal from her.

She yanked against the ropes, but she wasn't going anywhere. Not for a long, long time.

“Remember everything you've just said when you're sobbing my name.”

I reached for her thigh, slowly lifting her right leg to a ninety-degree angle. Using the rope, I created column ties, bringing the ends up to her wrist. I took my time, making sure every knot was secure, that none of it was applying pressure to a spot on her body that could actually create damage. As much as I loved Shibari, I always worried about something going wrong. That worry wouldn't go away, which was also why I needed her to continue to communicate.

“Is anything pinching?” I asked. “Is anything feeling numb?”

“There’s an intense pressure where the rope is, but no numbness. No pinching. The rope makes me feel safe.”

“Thank you for telling me, sweet girl,” I praised, giving her hair a gentle tug. I kissed the side of her neck before kneeling down behind her.

More rope. Always more rope. I used it to make a tie around her thigh and then reached for her calf. She struggled just a bit, not wanting to fully lean her weight into the ropes. I gave her ass a slap, looking up at her. Even though she couldn't see me.

“Let go,” I growled. “Trust the ropes. They’ve got you and they’re not going anywhere.”

She sucked in a breath. I knew how hard trust like this was for her. It was hard for me too. But I also knew that once she let go, she would more than likely enjoy it.

I was patient. I waited, rubbing her body gently until she slowly gave her weight over to the ropes.

“Good,” I murmured, kissing her thigh.

Her leg was suspended in the air, her arms suspended, her weight held by those points. I gently moved her leg back, bending it so that her foot pointed up as if she were doing a runner’s stretch.

Pepper released a soft hiss.

I paused. “Too much?” I asked.

“I can feel it in my front thigh. The stretch. It’s a little too intense for me.”

I adjusted the angle so that it was a gentler pull. “Here?”

“Yes. I think I could stay like that.”

“Good.” I did another column tie around her ankle and attached it to the one around her upper thigh, keeping that leg bent.

And now, she was officially suspended in the air.

She couldn’t run from me.

She was completely at my mercy.

That realization seemed to dawn on her too. A little rabbit slowly realizing it was caught by the predator sharpening its teeth.

“Salt,” she rasped.

I pressed my body against her, kissing the middle of her back as I ran my palms over her body, the ropes framing her perfectly. She whimpered as I slid my hand lower, cupping her pussy.

“My, my, my,” I whispered. “You’re so wet, baby. Does giving up control turn you on? Do you like submitting to me?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, her breaths quickening as I slowly, so painfully slowly, circled her clit with my fingers. Just enough to make her moan before releasing her, leaving her suspended in the air. “Salt,” she groaned.

Her head tilted as she listened to me walk away. My cock throbbed against my jeans as I went to my bag, pulling out a wireless Hitachi wand vibrator.

Oh yes, I was evil. But it was a good sort of evil. It was a sort of evil that would make Pepper come over and over and over again until she was nothing but a little, stupid, brainless mess.

Which was exactly what she needed.

With the vibrator in one hand and a bundle of rope in the other, I made a tie right below the head of the toy and then took it back to Pepper.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“So many questions. So very curious.”

“Salt,” she groaned. “Tell me.”

“No.”

She cursed under her breath, pulling against the ropes and swinging just slightly.

I slapped her ass. Hard. She yelped, her body going still. “You’re nothing but my fuck toy right now,” I snapped. “You are at my mercy. Accept it. Give up the control. Stop fucking resisting. Your pussy is mine, your orgasms are mine. Mine. ”

“Yes,” she cried. “I understand.”

I couldn’t help but stare at her for a few moments. The way the ropes showcased her turned me on. I was looking forward to fucking her and filling her.

I did another check over the suspension points. Everything looked good. Then, I positioned the vibrator against her pussy, fighting a devious chuckle as she started to put together what was happening. I took my time getting the rope nice and secured, making sure this fucker wasn’t going anywhere.

I stood up to admire my work.

But there were two more pieces to our puzzle. One of them may be too much.

She’d asked me to push her as far as she could go without truly breaking.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

“You should be.”

In reality, she had nothing to fear. We both knew that. But her body didn’t. Right now, her body was screaming about being tied up.

She couldn’t see anything because of the blindfold. And she couldn’t escape me because of the ropes.

I grabbed the set of noise canceling headphones and took them to her. I leaned up to kiss the side of her neck, then whispered in her ear.

“You want me to push you,” I murmured. “Remember, you are safe. You deserve pleasure. Your one purpose from here until the end of our scene is to orgasm. Over and over. Yes?”

“Yes.” Her voice trembled.

“Good girl.”

I put the headphones on her. She stiffened again, a moan following. “I can’t hear anything. I can’t see anything.”

I circled her, trailing my fingertips around her body in a loop. A shark, a demon, a beast prowling round and round.

“Salt. Salt .” Her breaths turned ragged as she adjusted to the sensory deprivation. “What are you doing to me?”

I stopped once I was in front of her.

And pressed the button on the vibrator.

Her scream echoed through the room, nearly overpowering the buzz of the toy. The rope jerked as she tensed, her head tossing back as she moaned, shaking as the vibrator teased her clit.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

She was beautiful. Fuck, she was so goddamn beautiful. I stalked around her as her cries grew louder, and then deeper as she struggled against the vibrator. Pleasure battered her relentlessly, sweat creating a sheen over her soft skin as her first orgasm hit.

My cock was begging to be touched. I sucked in a breath as she came, her body tensing against the ropes before fully collapsing, panting hard.

But the vibrator didn’t stop.

“Oh god,” she whimpered. “Make it stop. Make it stop. It’s too much. Oh god. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuckkk.”

I stopped in front of her and reached up, sliding two fingers between her lips. She moaned around them and then sucked, wetting them for me. I pulled them free and then brushed my knuckles over her nipples, watching them pebble as the vibrator hummed.

Her words melted into incoherent whimpers. I watched her expression as I lowered my mouth to one of her breasts, taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking as her face contorted, body writhing as her pleasure started to build again.

“I hate you,” she whimpered.

I laughed and then bit down hard, causing a shocked cry to escape her lips. I immediately soothed the bite with gentle swipes of my tongue, massaging her. I reached down between her spread thighs and pushed the vibrator hard against her clit.

“Fuck!” she shouted. “No, no, no, no?—”

Her head tipped back as I held the vibrator there, sucking her breasts, alternating between biting and pleasing, until her hoarse scream followed. Her second orgasm came, every muscle trembling as the waves crashed over her, pulling her down beneath a tide of euphoria, and I was swept along with it.

I was addicted to the high of watching her come undone for me.

And I was selfish.

Greedy.

I’d keep taking her orgasms until she couldn’t give anymore.