16. Brynn
The kiss. Good god, the kiss. I wasn’t completely inexperienced. I’d had several boyfriends over the years, but never in my life had I ever been kissed the way that this man did. His lips pressed against mine with a sense of urgency and ownership. His hands splayed across my back but didn’t move other than to hold me close.
I felt surrounded by him… his presence… his scent… his energy… they all overwhelmed me to the point of making me lightheaded. I had a thought that whatever happened this evening would change me.
Had Blair felt the same way when she came to this club?
I wish I knew more about this part of her life, or at the very least, I wish she had written more in her diary because I was flying blind. The little I knew came from whatever information my online research had turned up. I still felt grossly unprepared and very much out of my element.
After what seemed like an extraordinary long time, he pulled back slightly, but didn’t move away from me. His eyes roamed my face and a small smile teased the corner of his mouth. Whatever he saw on my face obviously pleased him.
“Sir—” my tongue was thick in my mouth and I struggled to form that simple word. “P-permission to speak, Sir?”
I felt his chuckle before I heard it. “You may speak, Karma. For now. You have done your research. I’m impressed.”
“Th—thank you, Sir. I have done some research, as I’ve mentioned, but I am worried my inexperience will disappoint you.”
I lowered my eyes automatically, the fact that the desire to do so came so naturally to me. What was it about this man that elicited these feelings within me? I would need to ponder that later. Long fingers tipped up my chin, and he urged me to look at him.
“Karma, this is nothing to be worried about. You wouldn’t be here if you had disappointed me in any way. Your inexperience is merely an opportunity for me to help you explore your boundaries, and to push you past them.”
Something about the way he said that last part made me shiver. Desire flared in his eyes and they darkened. I wanted so much to touch him but I was well aware that touching was not allowed unless permission had been granted.
He surprised me then by brushing his lips across my forehead before taking a step back this time. His eyes traced over my body and my reaction was immediate. I was breathless and aroused, the ache in my breasts and between my thighs so strong that I had to resist the urge to touch myself. My nipples were so hard they were abraded by the lacy cups of the bra. My panties were growing damper and I could smell my own arousal. He stilled, stared directly at me, and inhaled.
“Fuck. You smell delicious, Karma. I believe it is time to get started.”
Extending his hand, he led me to the center of the room where ropes were hanging from the ceiling. My eyes traveled upward to see the heavy-duty hooks that the ropes were attached to. The ropes themselves were also thick and sturdy, but when I brushed against one, they were surprisingly pliable and soft.
He directed me to stand beneath them, then went on to explain what he was going to do. The ropes over my head would be used to wrap around a metal pole I would be holding behind my body with my elbows.
“You’ll need a safe word, Karma,” he explained, retrieving another length of rope and beginning to uncoil it. “I’ll let you choose it this time. If, at any point, you become uncomfortable and we cannot work through it, then use the safe word and everything stops. Be warned, though, that if you safe word on me, that will be the last time we work together. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. If at any time you’d like me to back off some, just say yellow. We’ll talk about it and determine if we are able to continue. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very good. Do you have a safe word then?”
I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind. “Lug Nut.”
Taken aback, he laughed aloud. “What?”
“Lug Nut, Sir. That’s my dog’s name.”
Shaking his head, he was smiling when he removed his shoes, socks, and shirt. I nearly choked on my own tongue when I saw his well-defined abs in full lighting. I was also able to see multiple tattoos and had a sudden image of my tongue tracing all of them.
The one over his heart was a woman’s name, Aria, and I wondered who she was. Surely he wasn’t married and coming to a club like this… and I didn’t think he was the type to tattoo his mother’s name on his chest. Was she a daughter? A sister? I had no right to ask and did not want to end this night before we’d even gotten started. I then caught a glimpse of angel wings on his right bicep before he held up a piece of black silk. It was a blindfold.
“Depriving you of one sense will heighten the others, Karma. You’ll feel everything more intensely. That’s one thing you will learn about me very quickly… everything I do is intense.”
Nodding, I remained still while he tied the material around my head. It was doubled-up, so I couldn’t see in front of me, but if I moved just my eyes downward, I could see the floor. And his feet. He had very nice feet.
“---too tight?” Wait. What? Oh, he was asking if the blindfold was too tight.
“No, Sir. It’s fine. I’m fine.”
“Very well. I’m going to start at your feet, Karma, and I will work my way up. This technique is called Shibari and it’s considered rope art. You’ll definitely be a work of art by the time I finish with you. Your skin will mark beautifully.”
After directing me to stand with my legs close together, I felt him crouch down, and I moaned when he wrapped his hand around my right ankle. His hands were so large, he encircled the entire thing before sliding up to my calf. He looped the rope around my right leg and slowly climbed his way upward, alternating sides until he had reached the tops of my thighs.
His face was so close to my pussy, I could feel his breath on the outside of my thong, causing another rush of moisture to dampen the lace. When he pressed his tongue flat against the lacy front, I moaned, allowing my head to fall back and roll side to side.
I was so close to the edge already and we hadn’t even really begun. I would be an absolute mess in no time. Feeling him stand, I braced for his next touch. A section of rope caressed both shoulder blades before it was crossed over my chest.
He hesitated and I knew he was looking his fill at my barely covered breasts. I was certain they were quivering in the bra cups because my heart was pounding. The energy flowing between us was palpable, and it shifted just before he cupped one small mound.
“Oh, god… Sir,” I breathed, my voice a whisper. I had imagined what his hands on me might feel like, but my imagination paled in comparison to the real thing.
“You please me, Karma,” he said, going back to work by draping the ends of the rope over my shoulders.
“Bend your elbows and cup your breasts.”
I did as he ordered, feeling the coolness of the metal pole slide over my flesh. Holding my own breasts in this manner made me feel as though I was offering them up for him to do as he pleased. I found that idea incredibly hot, making me squirm in my bonds.
The sounds of the rope sliding against itself were loud in the room, as was his breathing. One thing I noticed about him was how controlled he was most of the time. Blair had noted in her diary that Dominants were measured and controlled. She said it was rare for a submissive to see behind that control, but if she was able to get through, then it was an intimacy like none other.
“Time for the final bonds, Karma. Easy,” he said. While he explained what he was doing, I was lifted until just the tips of my toes could touch the floor. Lifting my feet to touch my ass cheeks, I then felt rope span the width of my ass before being looped around my ankles. While I felt like a trussed turkey, I didn’t say a word. My curiosity was cursing that I couldn’t see what was coming, but I could certainly hear everything. I heard various clanks of metal and thought I heard some sort of buzzing, but was clueless about what that could even be.
I caught his scent and knew instinctively he was standing in front of me. I wish I could ask what he saw when he looked at me, and what he thought of it.