Snowed In

She shakily pulled off her sweater and jeans and handed them to Reid. When her bra came off, Gideon walked over and fingered the little gold rings at her nipples.

“Pretty,” he growled and tugged one lightly.

It was like there was a direct line from her nipples to her pussy. Her pussy went soft and she could feel herself getting wet as she whimpered.

Gideon turned. “You see, this sub is very sensitive. Her skin is fine and fair. She needs to concentrate on the sensation of the ropes winding around her. She needs to feel my intent.”

“As we’ve said time and time again, communication is the key,” Reid explained. “In some cases, the very act of tying a submissive up will be enough. In others, you need to talk through the experience. It’s all about figuring out what the sub needs.”

“Precisely,” Gideon replied in a distinctly academic tone. “Off with the panties, pet. This is not for disciplinary use, though naturally you can tie up a sub as a punishment. Today we’re exploring the pleasurable uses of ropes and how it can enhance your relationship with your submissive. This can be a deeply intimate act if you choose to make it so. Let’s begin.”

Was she really going to do this?

“Knees, love,” Reid commanded.

She sank to the proper position. It was one of the things Gideon had taught her that night they spent together. He’d shown her how to sink back onto her feet and place her hands on her thighs, palms up. She remembered how pleased he’d been when she got it right. She forced her knees open, displaying her pussy for all to see. She felt a wash of nerves until Gideon placed a hand on her head, acknowledging his pleasure in her submission.

“Lovely, Jessica,” Gideon breathed. “Do you wish to serve your Master? I know I’m not your permanent Master, but for the purposes of today, I would be honored if you would acknowledge me as such.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied quietly. This was what she craved. She didn’t have to be insecure here. There was no place for it.

Gideon and Reid began explaining types of ropes to use, lengths, and the proper protocols, but it kind of went over her head. They were talking about the differences between jute and silk and hemp, but all she could think about was how she was naked. Super naked, and hot guys were talking about how to tie off portions of rope and using words she didn’t really understand.

It didn’t matter because Gideon wouldn’t do anything physically to hurt her. In the whole time she’d known him, he’d only ever once even hurt her emotionally.

She felt a warm hand on her shoulder as Gideon kept talking. Reid knelt behind her and she could feel his lips moving against her ear.

“Relax,” he whispered. “You’re thinking too much and that’s not what this is about. Or maybe you’re thinking about the wrong things. I want you to stop being in your head and enjoy your body for once.”

Her body? She rarely enjoyed her body. But wasn’t that what she was trying to learn? How to be comfortable with herself? How to accept the things she needed?

She took a deep breath and let the moment flow over her. It was time to stop thinking about how other people would feel about her and start thinking about how she felt and not on an emotional level. Her brain was always going, but didn’t her body deserve some time, too?

She nodded gently, letting Reid know she would try, and he kissed her cheek and stood back up, rejoining Gideon.

What would it be like to be their sub? To truly be in between those two men and know that they loved her and wanted her.

Nope. That was exactly what she shouldn’t be doing—dreaming about something that wasn’t going to happen. She needed to stop always thinking about the future and spend a little time enjoying the moment.

The air was cool on her skin. She felt different being naked. Her body was the same, but without the encumbrance of clothing, she could concentrate on the physical. She could truly think about the way the carpet felt under her knees. It was soft and plush. They’d taken care with the room they’d chosen for this particular session. Most of the other conference rooms had flat, utilitarian carpeting. This space had been made for the comfort of a person who would be on his or her knees.

They kept it warm, but not too warm. She liked the feeling of cool drafts mingling with the heat. Her nipples were nice and hard, and she could feel the rings against her flesh. She’d loved it when Gideon had fingered and tugged on them.

She relaxed and let his lecture flow over her, simply allowing herself to be for once. She breathed and settled in, feeling the air fill her lungs, the blood flow through her body. Time seemed to slow as she relaxed and for once it was a good thing. She was impatient, far too eager to get to the next thing. She often forgot how to enjoy the thing she was doing.