Chapter 28 JOSIE #2
The gravely tone of his voice arrowed straight to her clit, that throbbed with need. She became ultra-aware of the ropes pressing into her hips of the ropes across her chest.
Ares pressed his body against hers, she felt the outline of his erection through his pants.
The air between them was a blazing fire that made her want to burn in his heat. He slid his hand up along the ropes between her chest to her throat, then captured her lips in electric kiss.
It took all the breath from her body. Stopped all her thoughts from spinning. All she felt was his tongue against hers, every nerve ending being awakened by the touch of his mouth and the feel of the snug ropes.
“I am so wet.”
“Good girl,” He slid his hands around her ass. “Now’s a good time to take a break,” he took her hand, guided her to an armchair, then he slid his hands along her thighs, spreading her legs.
“I need to see how wet you are. Yes, your pretty pussy is shiny with juices.”
“Ares!” Her hips buckled off the chair, as he licked her pussy, like he was starving. Her legs closed on his cheeks, but he pushed them to the side.
He licked, quick and fast, with pressure that sent her head floating.
The orgasm that came was fast and hard, making her scream.
“Ares!” She threaded her fingers through his head, her legs shaking.
“That’s a good girl, screaming my name as you come.”
She leaned back against the chair, closing her eyes, drifting on the remains of the bliss. He tugged on the rope between her breasts, then skimmed his lips along her skin.
She shuddered as he moved up to her lips. “Ready to continue?”
“Yeah. Though you might have made it harder for me to stand.”
Ares laughed, the sound light and free, making her feel warm. She grabbed his hand and he led her back to the soft golden rug.
"Hip harness is next. Spread your legs a smidgen more.”
With her heart pounding she complied.
"Good girl.”
Ares held her gaze as he unraveled more rope and started to build the hip harness.
His knuckles grazed her inner thigh as he tied the knots, sending a shiver up her spine.
He continued to wrap the rope and when he was finished, it felt like she was wearing a rope bikini.
His fingers dipped into her folds, making her cry out.
"You’re teasing me.”
"Yes I am.”
She stood focused on the spot across the room, at the abstract art on the wall, trying hard to stay still. He pulled another rope through until it felt like she couldn’t move but in the best way. The cool breeze her pussy felt she was totally exposed.
"Now we attach the harness to the ring. Are you ready?”
“Ready.”
As he connected the rope from the harness to the ring, the ropes tugged across her skin.
Ares pressed a hand on her shoulder.
“You are going to feel a pull but I need you to stay flat on your feet. Your instinct might be to go up on your toes. Resist that instinct.”
“Okay,” she whispered. She concentrated on pushing her feet into the rug, planting them, even as she felt being pulled up from the ground.
“Beautiful,” he leaned down, skimmed his lips along her belly, making her giggle.
“Now we attach the hip harness.”
Ares picked up another length of rope, then ran it under the rope that was nestled on top of her thigh.
She tried to follow his movements but her heartbeat increased with every brush against her pussy.
The snap of the carabiner caused her to startle, meeting his intense green eyes. She watched as he brought the line of rope up and pulled the rest through the ring. He then stood in front of her, drawing the rope down.
“Here we go.”
“This is actually happening.”
“Yes, and you look so hot. You trust me, baby?”
“Yes, I trust you,” her voice wobbled as she said the words but that was because of nerves. It wasn’t because of this man standing in front of her, about to hoist her in the air.
“Let’s go,” He stood right between her, pulled on the rope.
Her heart galloped so fast in her chest; she couldn’t breathe.
She felt a firm grasp, a pull, registered that she was off the ground but every muscle in her body tensed. She closed her eyes. Felt another pull.
“Open your eyes, sweet girl.”
“My friends and my family tell me that I don’t like going out of my comfort zone. They’re right. I like knowing what’s going to happen.”
“What’s happening is you are in my ropes. Take a look.”
With her heart in her throat, she opened her eyes. She swung her arms; the motion made her body sway.
The rope cut into her skin but it felt secure.
Safe.
“Oh…this feels…” she didn't know how to explain it. But she was suspended in air. She had a view of the beam above her and below her, there was the golden rug. But between those two points, she was suspended, swaying gently in a rope basket.
Nothing mattered.
Except for how she swayed by how she stretched her arms and pointed her toes.
She giggled.
Adrenaline roiled through her veins, hot and fast, making her head swim.
“Josie, how are you?” His eyes were banked with smouldering heat.
“Four feet in the air in your ropes is my new happy place. Thank you. Thank you.” she didn't think she could stop saying it, so she stopped herself and tested out how much movement she had in the ropes.
They were strong enough to support her. Strong enough to hold her.
In these ropes, she felt free in a way she never had before.
The adrenaline crashed with her emotions and before she knew it, tears leaked down her face.
“I’m good,” she didn't want to worry Ares.
“Let it out, baby. I got you.”
“Thank you,” there she said it again.
But what else do you say to a moment that you know is life changing as it happens? If she never did rope bondage again, the memory of being in this rope was something that could never be taken from her.
What Ares did for her tonight was imprinted on her soul.