Chapter 20 #2
“I don’t want out of this.” I clamber onto the center of the bed and kneel.
“What do you want, temptress?” He stops when he gets to the edge of the mattress.
The black restraint slips through his hands, teasing me.
“Whatever you have in mind.” I glance at the headboard.
Did he anchor hooks behind our bed like he had in his other place?
“What are you searching for?” His lusty stare shifts to the wall but is back on me seconds later.
“Nothing,” I breathe.
He laughs in a low, dangerous tone. “Lying will only make matters worse for you.”
Chills creep over my skin. “I wasn’t lying.”
“No?” He takes his gaze to his hands where he works the sash between his palms. “Then I guess I won’t need this.”
“But…”
His eyes snap to mine. “Yes? What were you going to say?”
“I wasn’t searching for anything. I was wondering if you placed hooks behind our headboard like you had in your other place. ”
He seems to consider my explanation, then nods in a slow motion. “I did. Does that make you happy?”
The sexual tension between us cracks. My thoughts fade into nothing but a cord tethering me to him. I need him like I need air.
“Jami…” The blood burns in my veins.
He shakes his head. “That’s not an answer.”
I blink and try to remember the question. His head tips to the wall behind our bed, giving me a prompt.
I race to answer. “Yes. I’m happy you did that.”
“Good. I need to know you’re okay with what I have planned for you.”
“Yes. I want to experience you tying me up.”
A smile curves his lips. “Good girl. That’s all I needed to hear. Now show me your wrists.”
I hold out my arms and flip my hands over so my palms face the ceiling.
He wraps the sash around one wrist and ties it in a delicate knot. When he’s done, he slides his hand into a pocket in his pajama bottoms. He pulls out another black restraint and does the same to my other wrist.
My breathing turns into a desperate pant. I peek up at him.
He’s concentrating on the material like he’s performing surgery. I look down to find him making some type of twisted knot higher on the ribbons.
“I’m doing this differently than I normally would.” He tugs on the silk to tighten the two sashes together. “I’m going to need you to give me a safe word.”
My stomach clenches. “Why?”
He stares hard into my eyes. “Because this is just the beginning. It could become too much for you, so I need to know if I take it too far.”
“Are you planning on hurting me? ”
“No. Not even a little, but it could get uncomfortable.” He cups my cheek. “Do you trust me to keep you protected?”
“Yes.”
“Then give me a safe word. If it’s easier for you, we can use green, meaning you’re doing well. Yellow, meaning it’s getting to be too much, but you can go a little longer. And red for stop immediately. It’s simple; therefore, you are less likely to forget.”
Adrenaline spirals through my core. “Then let’s use those. I can’t think straight right now.”
“Remember those and use them whenever you need.” His blue eyes burn promises into mine. “Lie on your back with your arms above your head.”
I do as he asks and stare into his calming gaze. He bends over me and kisses me with tender care. He pulls away, and concentration deepens the crease between his brows.
Above my head, each wrist has a ribbon of its own that joins in an intricate knot, binding them together, but they separate into two individual ties above that.
Jami takes one of the silk straps and secures it behind the headboard. He fastens the other part of the material to the other side of the headboard.
My breath is rushed but even. The suspense is erotic and intoxicating.
When I’m restrained to the wall with my arms above my head, he sits next to me. His gaze travels over my cotton pajama top as he seems to consider something.
I focus on him. “You forgot to undress me.”
His darkened, smoky eyes flit to mine. “No, I didn’t. I’m just trying to decide where I’m going to cut.”
A moment of sheer panic races in my veins. “Cut?”
“Sweetness, you have safe words. Use them if you need.”
“Green, if you aren’t going to cut me. Red, if you are.”
He caresses my face. “I’ll never hurt you. This is an exercise in trust and communication. ”
“So we’re going to talk?”
“That’s exactly what we're going to do.”
“Why?”
“Because these ties are just the beginning. What I have planned can take hours, so trust me. You’re going to want to talk to me while I’m doing it.” Jami rises off the bed and does a sweep over my body with lusty intensity.
My nerves simmer down. “What are you going to do?”
“Connect with you on a new level. Then I’m going to give you pleasure that takes you out of this world.” He saunters away, keeping his eyes on me until he leaves the room.
He’s gone for a good minute or two, and anticipation builds in my gut. I’m nervous, but I trust him with every part of me. I just have no clue what he’s going to do.
On the outside, he’s always been the picture of the innocent computer expert, but this man has mountains of erotic magic up his sleeve, and I get the honor of experiencing that with him. My heart blows up as love pulses through it.
He re-enters the room with black and red rope. And not just a strand here and there. This is two bundles of long, thick rope.
He places them next to me on the bed. “I turned up the heat to keep you warm. You should be comfortable, but if you aren’t, you know the rules. Communicate and use your safe words if at any moment you want to stop.”
I nod as I follow his every move with sexual heat coursing through every cell in my body. He purposely shows me items he removes from his pockets.
A pair of scissors—check.
A bag of mints—check.
A candle—check.
I have no clue why he has them.
He trails his fingertips down the center of my breastplate and descends between my thighs. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, and I’m sorry I haven’t let you know how much you mean to me.”
“It’s okay, babe. I know you’ve been busy.”
“It’s not okay, but I’m making up for it. During this time, anything that comes to mind, talk about it. This is a safe place.”
I’ll support you and listen intently as I design patterns with the rope against your skin. Everything you say will spur on a new idea and create a new bond. That knot will become symbolic through the different designs that secure the ropes together.”
“That sounds beautiful, but I’m a little scared.”
He crawls and hovers over me. “What you need to remember is, even though you seem to be the one with no control, you’re the only one who does. Lean on your safe words, and I’ll honor them the entire time.”
He lowers and caresses my face as he swipes his tongue over mine in soft motions, telling me he’ll be gentle.
He pulls away, resting his forehead against mine. “This will bond us in a way we haven’t yet experienced. Trust it and trust me. Nothing is off limits unless you say so.”
“Jami?”
“Yes, temptress.”
“Do you trust me?” Emotion erupts in me, and I hold back tears.
“With everything in me. You hold me in the palm of your hands, so please don’t break me.”
“Never.” I search his eyes. “You’re the only man for me, Jamison Stone. And I can’t wait to become your wife.”
His expression falters, but he quickly shakes it off.
What was that about?
“Jami, what’s wrong?”