“Beautiful,” he said again. “I’ve never bound a woman as tall and slender as you,” he said.
She stared at her dress on the floor, willing it to rise up from its puddle and cover her again. She was certain he’d much rather use a more feminine form for his bondage sculpture. Why had she agreed to this?
His legs entered her line of sight, and the rope he’d been holding landed in a tangle on the floor. She choked back a sob when his hand cupped her shoulder and then slowly slid down the length of her arm. She was sorry she was a disappointment. That she wasn’t an ideal specimen for his art. That she wasn’t pretty enough. Wasn’t perfect.
“Can I see your back?” he asked.
She spun around. Annoyed with him. Annoyed with herself. His fingertips traced eight slow paths down her back.
“Your lines are amazing,” he said.
Yeah, her flat as a board, straight as a stick lines.
“So graceful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more perfect body for this.”
Her brow furrowed. Perfect? But didn’t he prefer curves? “Do you think so?” She lowered her hands and looked down at her too white belly and those stupid freckles that decorated her chest.
“Can I start? I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
She nodded, feeling almost proud of her body. How weird was that?
“Just take off your bra and panties and sit up here on the piano for me?”
Whoa. Too fast. “I’d rather leave them on,” she said.
His fingertip traced the top elastic of her panties along her lower back. “I guess I can work them into the design,” he said. “If you’re more comfortable with that.”
She nodded and was surprised when he moved to the side table and blew out all three of the candles.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to do this by feel.”
“By feel?” she squeaked.
“I don’t want to get distracted by your beauty.”
She chuckled. “Okay. That was just cheesy.”
“Just stating facts.”
“You already have me in my underwear and willing to be tied and at your mercy. You can lay off the pick-up lines.”
She felt him move to stand just behind her. His palms slid over her rib cage and down her quivering belly toward her small scrap of lace modesty.
“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” he said. “It’s probably a good idea to leave them on. Your exposed pussy would be far too tempting to resist.”
He cupped her mound and gently squeezed. Her breath stalled as she involuntarily arched against his palm.
“I can feel your heat,” he whispered into her ear. “This doesn’t have to be a sexual experience, you know.”
With Kellen in charge, yes, it did.
“I can’t help it,” she said. “Just being in the same room as you turns me on. How do you expect me to react when you touch me in the dark?”
“Just as long as you realize I’m not going to make love to you. Not because I don’t want to or because you aren’t the most beautiful woman I’ve ever touched, but because I made a promise I’ll never break.”
Dawn scowled. That fucking dead girl again.
“If you want, I will make you come, though,” he whispered. “Give you more orgasms than you can stand.”
So maybe his inability to break a promise wasn’t really a burden after all.
“Do you want that, Dawn? Do you want to come?”
“Y-y-yes.”
His hand slipped into her panties. When his middle finger slipped over her fully engorged clit, her legs buckled. He drew her back against him until his hard cock was prodding her in the ass. She squirmed against him, wanting that big thick shaft buried deep inside her already.
He bit her ear and eased her around the piano until she faced the keyboard.
“Play my song while I make you come for the first time,” he demanded quietly.
As if she could argue with that request.
She fumbled with the keys and didn’t start at the beginning. She started with the second stanza. The one that rose and fell like the waves, like a lover possessing what was hot and achy and swollen and wet just for him.
Kellen stroked her clit with the cadence of the song, rocking slightly against her with each soft and sensual caress. He wasn’t rubbing her to get her off—he was increasing her need to a feverish level. When she reached the final crescendo, he sent her flying. Song forgotten, she clung to the keyboard and cried out with release as her pussy clenched hard on the emptiness between her legs.
Needing more, much more, Dawn bent forward so that the stiff cock that had been scarcely rubbing against her ass was lodged firmly in her cleft. The only thing separating his hard flesh from her slick heat was a pair of lace panties and a thin pair of boxer shorts.
He jerked his hand out of her panties and stepped back, sending the piano bench tumbling backward with a crash.
In the silence that followed, she was only aware of her ragged breathing and his. The intense pleasure began to recede as she slowly regained her bearings. Her release had been fantastic, but hardly satisfying. She wanted more of him. All of him. Inside her.
“I knew I should have bound you before I touched you,” he said. “Do you think I’m made of willpower? You can’t rub up against me like that and expect me to keep my promise to Sara.”
But she didn’t want him to keep his promise to Sara. Dawn wanted to fuck Kellen until she could no longer feel her legs. But he didn’t want her enough to give her what she craved. She should probably feel bad about pressuring him into doing something he wasn’t prepared to do, but she just felt bitter toward a woman who no longer existed except in Kellen’s heart.
“I got caught up in the moment,” she said, which wasn’t a lie. “I didn’t intend to rub up against you. It was involuntary.”
He was quiet for a long moment. She couldn’t imagine what he was thinking. Probably deciding if he should locate his clothes before he fled the house or brave the storm wearing only her boxers. She pushed away from the piano and turned to look at the space where he stood in the darkness.
He sighed. “You’re right. That was my fault.”
Kellen lifted a hand and cupped her jaw in one hand. He traced her lips with his thumb. She could smell her sex on him. Dear lord.
“I’ll make you come harder next time,” he said. “You weren’t quite finished when I pulled away.”
She hadn’t been? News to her. She was just relieved that he seemed to want to continue. Because she definitely wanted to continue, even if he wasn’t willing to give her the deep penetration she craved. Maybe with time and patience he’d be able to make love to her. She was sure he’d be worth the wait.
She turned her face to inhale their commingled scents. “When do you get to finish?”
“I’ll finish myself when I need to.”
She imagined him touching himself, wishing he’d allow her to touch him there.
“Can I watch at least?”
“In the dark?”
“You could light the candles again,” she said.
“I’ll light them after I finish tying you,” he said. “I’m going to want to see how beautiful you look.” His fingertips slid lightly from her jaw, down her throat, stopping just shy of her breast. “And when I come on your skin, I’ll want to see that too.”
And she definitely wanted to see that. The sooner the better.
She hopped up on the closed lid of the piano and planted her feet on the keyboard to give herself a boost backward. Even though she should have been expecting the discordant sound, she jumped at the loud pang of the keys.
She heard the rope scrape across the floor as he bent to retrieve it. The storm had finally abated, and the silence in the house was unsettling. Or maybe she was just more sensitive to sound than usual.
“I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” he said.
“You didn’t.”
“I can’t tell you ho
w hard it was for me to step back instead of pulling your panties aside and burying myself deep inside you.”
She crossed her legs and wriggled her hips uncomfortably. What would he feel like inside her? Did he make love to a woman gently or fuck her unconscious? Sad that she might never find out. “Kellen, don’t say things like that unless you mean to back them up with action. You aren’t the only one fighting for control here.”
His hands slid up the outside of her thighs. “Open your legs.”
Her legs uncrossed and popped open as if they had minds of their own. He stepped forward to stand between her thighs. She knew he was close, though the only part of him touching her was his hands. He caressed her hips and then her back. When his chest brushed the hardened points of her nipples, she gasped.
He immediately retreated slightly, and she forced herself not to crush her breasts into his chest. His terms. This had to be on his terms. He’d better make it worth her while.
“Lie back,” he whispered close to her ear. “I want to get to know your body.”
She obeyed. The cool piano lid was hard against her back and buttocks, but that mild discomfort was soon forgotten.
Dawn sighed as his hands slid slowly over her skin, bumping over curves, valleys, crests and depressions. No one had ever paid so much attention to her form. She thought it might make her feel self-conscious to be so thoroughly inspected from head to toe, but his attention made her feel beautiful. Appreciated. Cherished.
"I thought I'd have to remind you to relax," Kellen said, his deep voice drawing a shudder of delight from her.
"Did you assume that I was always uptight?" she teased.
His hands slid up her calves and gently kneaded her muscles until they were like warm butter. Her thighs fell open in complete surrender. The only part of her that felt any tension was the emptiness between her thighs. Her pussy clenched against the building ache and even though he'd already warned her that this wouldn't proceed to him making love to her, she wanted it to.
Kellen massaged her ankles and the insteps of both feet. "You're not always uptight?"
"Most of the time, I am," she admitted, "but something about you allows me to let go of my inhibitions."
“That’s exactly what you need to do to fully enjoy this. Let go.”
Letting go was surprisingly easy to do with Kellen in control.
“I’ll try,” she said.
"This will be a bit different for me, doing this all by feel," he said. "I'll be careful, but if anything is rubbing your skin raw or pinching you, you have to promise to tell me where. Usually, I can see any hang-ups in my design, but I'm going in blind here."
Her heart thudded faster as she strained to hear the sounds of the rope running through his hands. When the first loop wrapped around her ankle, she tensed. He tightened it so that she could feel the soft cotton against her skin, but it didn't cut into her flesh.
"Dawn?" he said. "Are you sure you don't want to be naked? Once I get started there will be no way to remove your bra and panties."
But her panties were the only thing keeping her fluids from dripping onto the lid of the piano beneath her.
"Is it better with them off?"
"Do you want release or just pleasure?"
Yes! "Can I have both?"
"I'd like to involve every inch of your body in this." His hand slid up the inside of her thigh, and she nearly shot up off the piano. "I think you'd appreciate a series of knots between your thighs, rubbing against your bare clit, your opening, and your back entrance."
She tried to imagine how she could appreciate knots between her thighs, but came up blank. It sounded downright uncomfortable. "What do you mean, Kellen?"
"I'd rather show you," he said, "but they'll be placed in such a way that minimal squirming should allow you to get off."
It could? What a completely sheltered life she'd been leading.
“If I say yes, will you remove my panties for me?”
He didn’t wait for her to say yes. His fingers slid beneath the elastic at her hips and tugged. He paused so she could lift her bottom and he could pull her panties down over her butt. The piano clanged a protest as her feet pressed into the keys, and he slipped her panties slowly downward. His breath warmed her mound as he breathed deeply.
“You smell amazing,” he whispered, the little gusts of air from his words dancing over her highly sensitized skin.
Her eyes flipped open in surprise when the soft, wet tip of his tongue slipped down between her lips to flick over her clit.
“Mmm,” he murmured.
His tongue traced her inner folds and swirled around her aching opening. Dawn’s back arched off the piano and her hand dove into his hair—so long and silky and still damp from the rain. God yes, kiss me there. She forced his face closer, her legs wrapping around his back to urge him closer still.
He pulled away, almost dragging her off the slick surface of the piano as he untangled himself from her limbs.
“I need to hurry up and tie you so I can feast on that pussy for hours.”
“Why wait? I wasn’t stopping you.” Encouraging him. That’s what she’d been doing.
“It’s too easy for me to lose control of myself when you’re free.”
“If you don’t like me pulling at your hair and digging my feet into your back, I can stop.”
“That’s not the problem,” he said.
“Then why did you move away?”
“Because I do like it. I like it too much. It makes me want to do more than lick this.”
His fingers slid down her seam and slipped inside her.
“It makes me want to fuck it.”
It clenched around his fingers eagerly. Yes.
“I think I’ve changed my mind about being tied,” she said. If it was that easy to make him lose control, then she’d encourage the hell out of him.
“Then I’ll have to leave.”
Damn. That didn’t work. He really was in control here. But she trusted that he would give her what she needed and more. She was still worried that he wouldn’t get what he needed from the experience. Making love should be about give and take, not take and take and take, but if he was willing to give her that much, she supposed she shouldn’t complain.
“I don’t want you to leave,” she said. “I want you to feast on that pussy for hours.”
He emitted a nervous laugh.
“I’d like you to fuck it too, but if you’re not willing to go that far, I’ll try to make do.”
She could hear him taking deep calming breaths through his nose and wondered if she should push him farther. She felt he was at a tipping point and that a little shove would send him falling in her direction. Or might send him away from her forever.
After a moment, he removed the rope from her ankle, pulled her panties free, and slipped the noose around her ankle again, drawing it tight. His hands slid up her leg—altering its angle slightly so that her back and butt were in a more comfortable position on the surface of the piano and her knee in a natural bend. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensation of the rope being run up the side of her calf, around the top of her knee and down the other side. The rope pressed into the sole of her foot, and her toes curled under. Why did that feel so good? She sighed in bliss. He leaned away slightly, working the rope—she could hear the fibers scraping against each other. A knot pressed into her instep. She sighed again. If she wriggled her toes slightly, that knot rubbed at a spot on the bottom of her foot that made her nipples pebble with excitement. She had no idea if he’d intentionally put the knot in exactly the right spot, but she was grateful for the stimulation. She’d expected him to tie her spreadeagle to the piano legs, but apparently there was more to this Shibari stuff than simply rendering her helpless.
His secured the rope at her ankle and then ran his hands up the length of her body. He cupped both breasts through her bra, his thumbs tracing the hardened tips.
“Perfect,” he whispered.
“Take it off.” She wanted to feel the pads of his thumbs against her bare nipples.