Chapter 2 #2
The softness of his lips steals my breath away as they demand entry that I so willingly give him.
Our tongues wrap around one another, the sharp taste of his scotch now dancing across my tongue.
His hold on me tightens, deepening the kiss as a sound akin to a growl tears through his chest. Butterflies are racing inside me as I lift a hand up to touch his face.
He stops me in an instant, snatching my wrist with his free hand as he grips it tightly.
The act of power and dominance has a rush of excitement running through me.
“Well, I don’t know about you all, but I’m wet just watching these two. Are we in a bondage demonstration or the voyeur room because, phew,” the demonstrator laughs.
A round of chuckles echoes around us and we break apart in the next moment.
When we do, I stare up at him in a daze and he seems to be just as lost as I am. Like we both went somewhere else for a moment. He blinks a few times before swallowing roughly when the demonstrator begins.
“What we are going to do is tie each arm to a chair leg and each leg. Cotton is best when we are just starting out,” she says as she hands him several strands of rope.
He releases his hold on me before moving behind me, taking my left hand and pressing it against the chair leg as the demonstrator explains in detail how to tie me up before moving to the next.
I don’t miss the way he feels my left hand, like he’s checking for a ring before moving on.
Something about it makes me smile as he moves around to the front of me, both of my hands completely pinned in place.
The man crouches down in front of me, his large hand grabbing my calf as he slowly pulls it to the front of one of the chair legs.
He repeats the same tie he did on my hands but being able to see him do it is different.
I’m not just feeling it. I’m fully experiencing it.
The soft yet firm hold of the rope, his strong hands keeping my limbs in place.
It has a dizzying effect on me and the little monster inside me craves more.
When he grabs my other leg, he pulls it slowly, my heel dragging against the hard floors with a scraping sound before he pauses.
His eyes flick up to me before moving down between my legs.
My dress has ridden up and all you can see now are my black lace panties that leave little to the imagination.
He seems almost entranced for a moment, unable to look away before he snaps himself out of it, quickly tying my other leg until I’m fully subdued.
“Beautiful. Now, love, please try to pull on the restraints,” the demonstrator asks.
I do as she says, the man still crouched between my thighs, his eyes on my own as I pull.
“Do you see how they don’t self-tighten? The knots stay perfectly in place. This is exactly what you want to see. It can get very dangerous very quickly if you don’t get this part right.”
She goes on to give a few more tips and tricks before she faces me, smiling.
“How do you feel?”
“Good,” I whisper hoarsely, my eyes flicking between her and the man in front of me.
She smirks and looks to him. “How do you feel?”
He slowly pushes himself to stand, his hand tracing over my face before his hand digs into the back of my hair, tugging sternly.
“Good,” he rasps.
God that voice. It’s like butter melting against a hot pan. It’s smooth and rich and soaks my barely there panties in an instant.
“This position is great for oral or even interrogation play,” she continues on, facing the group.
I can’t stop my eyes from flicking at his slacks, a noticeable bulge straining against the fabric. A huge bulge at that. Holy shit.
Slowly, my gaze comes back to find him still staring down at me, his fist tightening and if I’m not mistaken, his hips come towards me, just an inch or so. His arms are shaking like it’s taking everything in him to hold back. I know the feeling because I’m practically vibrating in my chair.
A manicured hand lands on his shoulder, snapping us both out of our trance or whatever that just was.
“Great work, you two. Love the chemistry. Do you need some help untying her?” she asks.
We both look around to find the crowd disappearing, several of them carrying rope with them as they move down the hallway.
“I’ve got her,” he says, bending down once more to free me.
Something about his words stirs a feeling inside me. I couldn’t name the feeling or even begin to describe it. It’s something raw, intense and carnal, though.
One by one, my limbs are freed until there is nothing left holding me to the chair. So, why am I still sitting here, staring up at this man like he is a God amongst us mere mortals.
His hand reaches out in offering, and I slip my palm into his.
He wraps his fingers around me, pulling me to stand as he looks down at me.
My head tilts up to maintain eye contact with him.
From far away he didn’t seem too tall but up close, I understand how wrong that assumption was.
I’m 5’9 wearing five inch heels and he is easily four inches taller than me.
I’ve always been the tallest woman in my family, tallest in my friend group.
I’m never the short one. The way he’s making me feel, though, it’s something I’ve never gotten to really experience, not in heels that is.
Like I’m small, dainty. Like I’m something precious to take care of.
“For volunteering, we’d like to offer you two the VIP room for the night, if you’re interested,” the demonstrator offers, dangling a gold key card in front of us.
The man takes it easily, pocketing it before lacing our fingers together, tugging me down the hall.
“VIP is straight ahead. Golden doors. Enjoy!” she calls out, a smirk in her voice.
Anxiety fills my body from my head to my toes, but so does an equally powerful level of excitement.
Oh, I have no doubt I’m about to more than enjoy this.