“Reid,” Gideon said, his hands pausing. “I don’t think we need more commentary.
“You could have used it six months ago,” Reid replied under his breath.
“The first thing to do is a set of three ties.” Gideon seemed intent on ignoring his best friend. “One above her breasts, one between, and a third below. These knots should be loose because we’re going to use them later to further secure the sub.”
His arms were around her, encircling her with his strength. He had to stand right against her so she could feel his chest against her back, feel every muscle tight to her body. She was well aware her nipples were standing at attention, though he hadn’t touched them since he’d begun the actual scene.
There were a couple of questions that Gideon answered about the knots or “ties” as he called them. She kept herself still, though she couldn’t help but think about the rope he was still fiddling with.
“Now comes the fun part,” Reid said. “He’s going to want you to spread your legs.”
“It’s definitely time to spread those pretty legs,” Gideon confirmed.
She wasn’t sure why he wanted her to change her stance, but it wasn’t like the group hadn’t seen it all already. She stepped out and Reid knelt beside her, taking the rope in his hand.
“The next part of my sub’s fun comes from looping the rope between her pretty thighs,” Gideon explained as Reid passed him the rope.
God, Reid was so close to her core that all he would have to do to touch it was move an inch and his face would be right there. He could lick her and suck her and make her scream…
Why was she thinking that way about her best friend? He’d been such a good friend to her and she was…
All thought fled as that length of rope settled against her clitoris. He didn’t mean to leave it there, did he?
“Yes, now you get the picture, sweetheart.” Reid stood and looked entirely pleased with himself. He gestured to where the rope currently sat like he was freaking Vanna White ready to turn a letter. “The placement of the rope is very important and precisely why this particular design is more about pleasure than punishment. Let’s turn you around so they can see how this works.”
Gideon gently turned her and she was looking up into his perfectly gray eyes. He had the sweetest grin on his face as he stared down at her. “You are really doing well. Don’t clench.”
She understood what he meant two seconds later when Reid pulled the rope between her butt cheeks and she gasped. It sent a light joy into Gideon’s eyes. Despite the fact that she hadn’t completely forgiven him, she couldn’t help but like the fact that he looked happy. He so rarely was open and happy. There always seemed to be the weight of responsibility clinging to him.
“He’s going to draw the rope through the loop around your neck and we’ll continue,” Gideon explained. “Are you green?”
They’d been using the stop light system. If she got scared she would tell him she was yellow. If she couldn’t stand whatever he was doing, she would simply say the word red and everything would stop. But she was fine. “I’m perfectly green.”
“You’ve come a long way in a couple of days,” he murmured, taking the ends of the rope and turning her around again. He started weaving the rope around her, using the holes he’d left in the knots on her torso to make a design that bound her breasts.
She sighed and let the sensations flow over her. Gideon and Reid kept talking but she let the words they were saying go and concentrated on what she was feeling. It was what she was supposed to do after all. They were teaching how to send her into subspace. She was finding that getting her ass all bound up kind of really did make her subby. It was like they’d found a button and pushed it to bring out this part of her that didn’t need to think constantly, the part of her capable of trusting and giving over.
It was a nice feeling. So were their hands on her. They weren’t being careful about how they touched her. Gideon cupped her breasts when he wanted to show off how he was wrapping his ropes around her. Reid ran his hands over the globes of her ass to demonstrate how the rope there stabilized the whole design.
And she felt it all, allowed herself to float on a wave of sensation and arousal.
“How can you tell if this is doing anything at all for your submissive? I don’t like the idea that I’m boring her and I worry if I ask she’ll tell me what I want to hear.” She thought it was Master Joe asking the question.