He gave a little shrug. “I’m proud of you.”
She ducked her chin, but she liked it, too.
In the playroom, he ordered her to strip and then into a waiting position on her knees. She shivered in anticipation, because she knew tonight’s rigging was going to be demanding and sexy and exciting. All part of why she sorta felt like her body couldn’t keep all these feelings in.
But she forced herself to focus. On her posture. On the position of her upright palms lying on her spread thighs. On keeping her head down and not being tempted to watch what Master Griffin was preparing. Music filled the room, and she knew that meant they were close to starting.
And then the frayed hem of his black jeans over his bare feet came into her line of sight.
“Look at me.”
She lifted her gaze immediately. He wore only those jeans, and, damn, he was hot. His expression was intense, his eyes full of emotion, and his body just perfection. To her.
“We’re practicing Sunday night’s demonstration position. I want to make sure you’re comfortable with it and that it’s not too taxing before we do it in front of an audience, especially since the demos always run a little longer.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to tie you up. Flog you until your skin is hot and pink. And make you come you until you’re mindless. Understand?” His voice was like gravel, and the bulge in the front of his jeans told her that he was as turned on as she was.
“Yes, Master Griffin. I’m ready.” She shivered.
“Then let’s begin. I want you to sit on your bottom, back straight, knees bent.”
Moving as quickly and gracefully as she could, Kenna got into position. He never revealed what the position would be or exactly how she would be bound, so there was always a thrill of discovery about his bondage that she loved. She took a deep breath as the twine fell against her skin. First, he wrapped a long length around her breasts, squeezing them and making them sensitive, and then he had her sit forward so that her upper body was against the fronts of her thighs.
Each brush of his fingers aroused her. Each wrap of the rope excited her. Each pressing knot pushed her into that place she loved to be.
Next, Master Griffin worked loop after loop around her lower back and the backs of her thighs, holding her in a folded position. His hands moved in what felt like intricate patterns against her spine as he connected those ropes to the ones around her breasts in what felt like some sort of erotic harness.
And then he came around the front of her. “How are you?”
“All Green, Sir.”
He nodded, and then he worked the twine in a stunning pattern down each arm before binding her arms flat against the fronts of her shins, folding her tighter over her legs. It was as he worked on her front that she noticed that he used black rope that matched her prosthetic—had he planned it that way? She wouldn’t put it past him, because the effect was absolutely beautiful against her skin. And part of the point of Shibari was the artist quality of the bondage.
She moaned at how good it felt and looked, and at the fact that Master Griffin was the one who made her feel this way—the only one who had ever made her feel this way.
“You look so fucking beautiful, Kenna,” he ground out as he secured her wrists to her ankles, and then her elbows to the soft spots behind her knees. “There.” He rose and walked around her, and just his observation made her breathe harder, faster. What did he see when he looked at her? Did he see the beauty of his work? Or did he see the damaged woman who’d come home from war?
Focus.
“Now it’s time for the suspension, little one. Once I start lifting you, just give in to the motion.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice breathy, her pussy already wet with her need.
She concentrated on her breathing and the music and the sounds Master Griffin was making. She couldn’t see what he was doing with the ropes behind her back and the pulley system he’d lowered from the ceiling, so she didn’t concern herself with it, she just gave herself over to what was about to happen, even though she didn’t know exactly what that was.
And then she rose into the air.