Wilde Surrender (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5)
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She could feel the rope on the small of her back. He flipped the braid over her shoulder, and it fell across her chest. She admired the crisscross beauty he’d created with her hair and the two ropes.
“You’re wondering why I made the braid longer than your hair falls?”
She nodded.
“You’re about to find out the reason.” He left the bed. “Stand up, pet.”
She obeyed, and he spun her to a position facing away from him. “Looks good.” Austin turned her again so that she could look up into his eyes. He cupped her breasts. A tingle shot down her spine and into her pussy.
“Time to tie these beauties up. Ready?” he asked.
“Yes, Master.”
He grabbed up a very long rope, leaving some of the length still on the bed. “I’m going to put you into ball-tie that will restrain you into a fetal position where your legs are bent double until your heels press against that sweet ass of yours.”
She felt his rough hands rub her bottom, and heat swelled through her.
He continued his instructions, while tying her wrists and elbows behind her back. “You’ll enjoy this position because I can leave you in it for a long time without chance of injury. How are you doing, pet?”
“I’m green, Master.”
“You have had some training. Good. Tell me what the colors mean.”
She felt like a child’s t
oy as he spun her around, wrapping her breasts back and wrists up with the ropes. “Yes, Master. I’m good whenever I answer ‘green.’ ‘Yellow’ means I’m close to my limit.”
“And red?”
“About to reach my hard limit, and I’m close to saying my safe word.” She didn’t want to think about what it would mean to speak her word to him.
“Don’t fret, Jessie. If you feel the need to say ‘red’ or your safe word, do it.” He cupped her chin and lifted so that she gazed into his eyes. “But trust me, pet, I know more about your state than you do. You’ll see.” He stepped back, scanned his handiwork, and then he nodded.
He placed the blindfold on her, tying it behind her braid.
A delicious darkness took her to a woozy space.
“Yes, Master.”
“I’m not going to gag you, sweetheart. I want to hear your moans. But I am going to help quiet your mind by taking something away from you. Want to guess what?”
“I can’t think of anything, Master.”
“Say hello to silence, pet.”
Chapter Seven
Jessie felt Austin place something in her ears, and all sound faded to nothingness. Without sight or hearing, the three senses he’d left her with—smell, touch, and taste—were heightened to deliriousness.
In the quiet and darkness he’d provided, her nipples stung and ached from his pinches and licks. She could smell his scent of leather and musk, and her clit throbbed. When she tasted his lips pressing against hers, her pussy dampened beyond what she thought possible.
Master had captured her.
There was no escape.
Another kiss. Penetrating, but tender. Then she sensed him leave the bed. Instantly, she missed his weight on top of her. Nervousness welled up inside her. Had he left the room, too? If so, where was he going? What was next? How long would he leave her this way? She couldn’t move, couldn’t see, couldn’t hear…
She realized her questions were futile. All she could do was wait as she was under his complete control. He’d left her the ability to speak, so she still had her safe word, but she had no need of it. Her throat vibrated as she exhaled her last sigh of surrender.