“Much better,” Leo said, his voice lower, smoother. “I’m going to tie your wrists to your sides. Focus on something behind me. That will help you stand still.”
I did as he said, staring at a framed black-and-white photo of the city skyline. I wanted to look down and see the rope around my wrist, but I didn’t. I was dizzy enough as it was. I didn’t want to risk toppling over. The sensation of the rope against my skin seemed even more intense when I wasn’t looking at it.
Leo teased the pulse point on my inner wrist with the soft strands. Once he’d tied it, he skimmed his fingers along the inside of my forearm, teased my elbow, and continued the journey up my arm until he was cupping the side of my neck.
“Test it,” he ordered.
I tugged my arm away from my body, but I could barely move it. The bonds held easily, even though they didn’t feel tight on my wrist. There was no way I was getting free. I was completely at his mercy.
“Breathe baby. You’re okay. You know I’m going to take care of you. You’re mine.”
“Yours,” was all I managed to say.
He kissed me then. I opened for him as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I tried to lift my free arm to wrap it around his neck and hold him against me, but he squeezed my wrist, pinning it to my side as if it were already tethered there.
He kissed me thoroughly while holding me in place, giving me what I craved even if I couldn’t take it for myself.
When he pulled back, I was panting. I tried to regulate my breathing as he wrapped the rope around my other wrist. When he was done, he stepped back to look at me. “So fucking hot. How does it feel?”
“Good. A little scary but good. I think you were right. I needed this.”
“We both do.” He took the ropes that trailed from the chest harness and attached them to the rope around my hips, then he helped me move to stand in front of the mirrored door of his closet.
My mouth fell open as I looked at my body crisscrossed with rope, my hands restrained, my cock showing how much I liked it.
He stood behind me and ran his lips along the side of my neck. “See why I wanted you like this?”
“Yes, sir.” I felt his smile against my skin.
Suddenly, he was lifting me into his arms. I couldn’t hang on with my hands tied, so I had to trust he wouldn’t drop me. Since he carried me as easily as if I were a child, I didn’t think I was in danger.
He lowered me onto the bed, and I shivered as I looked up at him. Not being able to move my arms was strange, but as long as Leo was there, I could take it. He picked up another length of rope and secured it around my right thigh. “Bend your legs and pull your heels in to touch the backs of your thighs.”
“Are you going to tie my legs up like that?”
“Yes, you’re going to be restrained with your hole exposed for me to use.”
“Y-you’re going to fuck me like this?”
He gave me an evil smile. “Yes, but I intend to play with you for a while first.”
I was already so hard and needy. How would I stand more teasing?
“Stop thinking so much. Accept that you’re not going to get to come easily. I’ve got to teach you a lesson, remember?”
“I thought you were doing that now.”
I smiled. “No, I’m just decorating you so you’re ready to suffer for disobeying me.”
“S-suffer?”
“Want. Need. But be unable to come.” Why did that evil edge in his voice make me even hornier?
Leo secured the rope around my ankle and continued circling my leg, securing my calf to my thigh. When he was done, he stepped away from me, and I tensed.
To soothe me, he brushed a hand over my hair. “I’m just going to the other side of the bed. I’m not leaving. I wouldn’t leave you tied up.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m going to bind your other leg, then I’ll be done with the rope. You’ll be mine to feast on and play with.”
I swallowed hard. I wanted that, even if he wanted to make me suffer. I wanted to be his.
When he was done with my other leg, he gazed down at me. I felt the heat of his gaze as it swept from my face over my chest to rest between my open legs. I wriggled, testing the bonds. My breath caught. I could hardly move at all. I was completely at his mercy, and I liked it.
“I want to take pictures of you like this. I want you to see yourself.”
I trusted him, but… “I don’t know.”