She shivered, turning her eyes forward and waiting. John moved to one of his drawers and slid it open carefully. He reached inside and withdrew a bundle of jute rope, running his fingers along it lovingly. Japanese bondage was one of his kinks. He thought she would enjoy it as well.
The natural rope had been conditioned with the utmost care so it didn't cut the skin. First, he burned off the stray fibers by running them through a wax candle. Using cotton gloves, he oiled the length of it and repeated the process until the rope became smooth and shiny.
Her eyes fell to the rope and widened. A nervous smile followed. "What is that?"
"Exactly what it looks like. Rope."
"Why do you have rope in your drawers?" Despite her accusation, her tone was tinged with amusement.
"Because I like it, and I have a reputation to uphold." He flexed the rope twice, testing its strength. “Turn around, Jane. Face the bed.”
She hesitated.
“You’ll like it. Promise.”
She did as he ordered. “Should… should we agree on a safe word first?”
“The safe word is uncle.” He lowered his head and smelled her hair. Christ. She was heavenly. Lust burned in his veins. “I doubt you’ll need it.”
Jane practically whimpered.
“Babe,” he whispered, “all your life, you had to be the strong one. But not tonight. Tonight, I want you trust me and let me in. Surrender to me.”
Three
Her heart pounded furiously as John’s eyes raked over her with a lustful gaze. His intention caught her off guard. She knew a man like John with a string of past girlfriends was probably amazing in bed. But bondage?
Uh-oh.
She swallowed hard. Despite her initial surprise, she was intrigued.
Her heart beat fast. Standing with her back turned to him, she could feel the heat emanating from the man. He stroked her hair and tucked it to the other side. He kissed her neck. Licked the sensitive skin behind her ear. That alone was enough to make her knees melt like ice.
“You have such beautiful skin,” he whispered. “Before this night is over, I’d like to taste every inch of you.”
Fuck. His promise made her giddy with anticipation.
He set his rope on the bed and proceeded to undress her. Relieving a woman of her clothes seemed like second nature to him. The black silk skirt that he had picked for the night fell to the floor with a whisper. Her underthings soon followed. She kicked off her fuck-me pumps; one sailed under the bed.
“Christ, Jane.” He sighed. His seductive, throaty voice sounded so damn sexy. “I wish you knew how beautiful you are.”
She wasn’t sure if he really meant it but the praise made her happy nevertheless. It felt nice to be wanted. Or to relinquish control, putting her trust in a man who promised to never hurt her. Her heart felt a thousand times lighter.
As if he could sense what was in her mind, he kissed the shell of her ear and whispered, “Don’t worry. I promise you only pleasure tonight.”
She melted on the spot, her giddy heart floating to cloud nine.
He took the rope and flexed it behind her again.
She peeked over her shoulder, curious of what he was doing.
John folded the length of the rope into half. “Lift your arms above your head,” he said.
She did what he asked without a peep.
He wrapped the rope under her breasts. He then threaded the rope around her back and repeated the process until it formed a loop above her breasts. She gasped when he tightened the crossing knots. Her lush chest was tightly bound, a little too tight perhaps. It was a bit hard to breathe, but the binding made her breasts more prominent. Her nipples hardened, jutting forward.
But he wasn’t finished. He looped the ropes on her shoulders and connected the knots on her back. It seemed like he was tying it into an elaborate pattern.