Freeing Her (Irresistibly Bound 4)

Faith waited in silence, anxiety swirling within her. From the moment she’d laid eyes on Eve at Lilith’s Den all those nights ago, all she’d wanted was Eve to show her the depths of surrender. But now that she was faced with it, she felt wholly unprepared.

Eve unlocked a drawer and pulled it open. Inside was a selection of ropes in different colors and sizes, all neatly coiled, along with several pairs of handcuffs and restraints made of leather.

Eve withdrew two lengths of thick white rope and placed them on the bed. Wordlessly, she beckoned Faith to her. Piece by piece, she stripped off Faith’s clothes. The soft brush of Eve’s fingers made goosebumps sprout on her skin.

Eve unclipped Faith’s bra and slid it from her shoulders, leaving her in just her panties. She raked her eyes down Faith’s body. Faith resisted the impulse to shield herself with her arms. Something about the way Eve looked at her made her feel even more exposed than she was.

Without taking her eyes off Faith, Eve pulled off her dress, letting it fall to the floor, and removed her bra and panties. Faith drank Eve in with her eyes. It was the first time she’d seen Eve naked, and it was a sight to behold. The other night, Faith had thought there was nothing more irresistibly dominant than Eve in just a corset. She’d been so wrong. Here and now, before Eve’s bare body, Faith was gripped with an urge to fall to her knees and to worship every part of Eve like she had the other night.

Instead, she stood by, her head bowed, awaiting Eve’s command.

“Lie down on the bed for me,” Eve said.

Faith climbed onto the bed and lay down. All the covers and cushions had been removed, leaving only a single pillow and dark silk sheets that felt smooth against her bare skin. The ropes lay on the bed next to her.

Eve joined Faith on the bed, straddling her body. Eve’s weight atop her felt overpowering. But it was the sight of Eve, looking down at Faith with her breasts bared and her eyes ablaze, that took Faith’s breath away.

Eve drew Faith’s arms up toward the headboard, then picked up one of the coils of rope. She unwound it carefully. “Remember your safewords. Red. Yellow.”

Faith nodded. Eve brought Faith’s wrists together and looped the rope around and through them before tying a finishing knot. She took the tail of rope and pulled Faith’s arms up, tying her wrists to the headboard.

Faith looked up. Her arms were stretched high above her. She wriggled her arms. The knots binding her wrists were strong and secure.

“Stop that.” Eve looked down at Faith, her gaze hard. “Faith, what I need from you right now is for you to let go. To let all resistance fall away. To trust me. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” In truth, Faith didn’t know if she could give Eve what she demanded, but she wanted to with all her heart.

Still straddling Faith’s body, Eve picked up the other coil of rope and turned herself around so she was sitting atop Faith’s thighs, facing away from her. Faith stared at the other woman’s smooth, hourglass-shaped back as she took Faith’s ankles and bound them together.

Eve got up from her perch on Faith’s thighs and looked down at her hungr

ily. With her wrists and ankles bound together, her body stretched out, Faith could barely move at all. She couldn’t help but feel like she was a dish on a platter, served up for Eve.

Eve slid her hands down Faith’s sides. “You look so lovely, laid out for me like that.” She grabbed the waistband of Faith’s panties and drew them all the way down to her bound ankles.

Faith let out a shuddering breath. She’d been tied up by Eve before, but not like this. Not naked and helpless, all alone with her. But Faith wasn’t powerless. She had her words. Red. Yellow. She could control what happened next. She could choose to make everything stop. She could choose to take it slow.

Or, she could choose surrender.

Faith closed her eyes and let calm wash over her. It did nothing to still her racing heart. But her heart wasn’t racing out of fear. Every part of her body was screaming for this.

Cradling Faith’s cheek in her hand, Eve dipped down to speak into her ear. “That’s it. Just relax. Give in to all those wonderful feelings.”

Eve kissed her, long and slow. Faith dissolved into Eve’s lips. Gently, Eve rolled Faith onto her stomach then got up from the bed. The bed shook beneath Faith as Eve opened and closed a drawer underneath it.

A moment later, Faith felt something soft and flat skimming across her back. She opened her eyes and twisted around to look. Eve stood by the bed, a long, thin riding crop in her hand. She drew it up the side of Faith’s neck. A shiver went through her.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Eve said.

Faith obeyed.

“Remember what we spoke about the other night? About mixing pain and pleasure?” Eve swept the riding crop down the curve of Faith’s back, over her hipbones to the flesh of her ass cheeks. “I’m going to show you how a little pain makes the pleasure so much sweeter.”

Silence fell over the room. Despite everything, all Faith felt was calm. When Eve began tapping Faith’s ass cheek with the riding crop, that feeling only intensified. Each smack made Faith tingle all over. She pressed her cheek into the pillow, sinking into the bed as Eve slapped her harder and harder. The skin on her cheeks grew warm.

Suddenly, Faith felt a sharp sting on her ass, accompanied by a loud crack. She hissed. It should have shocked her out of her trance-like state. But as the heat dissipated through her, she found herself falling even deeper .

Eve ran the flat of the crop along Faith’s ass cheek. “More?”