But he wasn’t hurting me.
God, his hands on my breasts felt so good…
I was barely aware that he’d unlocked the handcuffs with one hand while continuing to play with my nipples with the other. The cuffs fell away, and he directed me to bend my arms behind me, so I grasped my elbows. He tied my hands in place, somehow threading the rope around my arms through the chest harness so it drew even tighter around my breasts.
My breathing stuttered, and my clit began to throb in time with my heartbeat.
His hands closed around my shoulders, and I realized I’d been swaying. I felt dizzy and warm, disoriented. It should have been disconcerting, but I was having trouble focusing on anything but the feel of the braided ropes caressing my skin, manipulating my blood flow to the most sensitive parts of my body.
He placed one hand on the top of my head, lightly gripping my hair to steady me. With the other, he pressed a button that was set beneath the desk. A soft whirring sound caught my attention, and I looked up, past Andrés.
A large metal ring slowly lowered from the ceiling, dangling from a thick cable. I put two and two together from my time spent on the darker corners of the internet and recognized it for what it was.
Of course he has a retractable suspension point built into his penthouse. Why wouldn’t he? The thought skittered across my mind, and I giggled. I was feeling lightheaded, and everything seemed a little surreal and silly.
“That’s a lovely sound,” he said, touching my lips again. “I’m almost sorry I gagged you so I can’t see that pretty smile.” His grin sharpened. “Almost. You’re very sweet when you can’t do more than moan and whimper.”
My brow furrowed. I should be mad. The most I could summon up was frustration, and even that wasn’t as strong as it should be. I didn’t understand this weird detachment from my thoughts and emotions, but I couldn’t muster up enough concern to fully examine it.
He tapped my nose with his forefinger in light reprimand. “Stay just like you are,” he ordered. “Focus on me.”
What else could I do? I was completely under his power, bound and gagged. Only, where the same sensations had brought me misery while he whipped me, now they felt pleasurable. There was no pain this time. Just the soft, sure touches of his masterful hands and the slightly rough caress of the rope. My core ached, and slickness coated my inner thighs. My breasts were growing heavier, my nipples tingling with awareness.
The metal ring came to a stop, dangling a few feet above my head. Andrés picked out another coil of rope and began looping it through the harnesses he’d created around my chest and hips, focusing on the right side of my body. He then fed the ends through the ring and pulled. He braced one arm beneath me as my body tilted and lifted. A strangled cry left me as the ropes shifted and pressed into me. Andrés had arranged them so they held my weight evenly, cocooning my body as he pulled me higher. When I was fully horizontal, he tied off the rope to secure me in place. He wrapped one final length around my left ankle, causing my knee to bend. Gravity kept that leg dangling beneath me, while the restrictive tie around my right leg kept it lifted. My thighs were spread wide, and cool air teased along my exposed, swollen sex.
I drew in shallow breaths as my entire body pulsed with awareness, my world narrowing to focus on the man who’d so thoroughly bound me. His soft smile was at odds with his hungry eyes. I stared into them, fascinated by the black striations that darkened the chocolate brown of his irises.
His hand cupped my cheek, supporting the weight of my head. I realized it was taking effort to hold it upright in this position. My hair dangled toward the floor, weighing me down.
“I’m going to take care of a few things now,” he murmured. “You look very pretty, sirenita. I think I’ll keep you like this more often.”
He finally withdrew his touch and sat at the desk. I was positioned at his side, so I could watch him in profile. My heart gave a little twinge when he opened the laptop, and a high whine slipped past the gag as longing tugged at me. I couldn’t formulate concrete ideas about escape, but I knew I wanted to get to that computer.
“Hush now,” he commanded, not looking in my direction. “The sooner I finish, the sooner I can play with your wet little pussy.”
Lust surged through me, redirecting my longing to other, darker things. I did want him to touch me. My sex pulsed and fluttered, desperate for him to stroke me. I whined again, but he ignored me.
His long, elegant fingers began flying over the keyboard. The light, rapid tapping sounds were comforting, familiar. The room started to go hazy, and my body melted into the ropes that held me aloft. I was floating, euphoria settling over me. The world started fading around the edges. I vaguely realized that my head was lolling forward, my eyes drooping closed. But it was so hard to hold upright, so hard to keep my eyes open. After a while, I surrendered to the velvety darkness, sinking into it. I sighed, relishing the comfort of the pitter-patter of his fingers on the keyboard. I was one of my favorite sounds in the world, and it filled my consciousness, lulling me into a quiet, peaceful headspace.
“Is my pet sleepy?” His low, accented voice rolled over me. “Or horny?” I could feel the heat of his words on my exposed neck as he leaned in.
A pitiful, needy keening reached my ears, but I didn’t register that I was the one making the sound.
“I have a few questions for you, kinky virgin,” he said, his warm breath teasing across my sensitized skin. “If you’re honest with me, I’ll let you come.”
The tension of the gag eased, and the rubber ball slipped from my mouth. I swallowed several times, my tongue feeling thick and unwieldy.
“I’m the first man to touch you, is that true?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered softly, still cocooned in warm darkness. I could feel his heat pulsing against my body, and I ached for him to touch me. If I answered his questions, he’d grant me the release I so desperately needed.
“But you know about BDSM. You’ve been to a club. You knew what the flogger was when I used it on you, even though no one has disciplined you before, correct?”
“Yes,” I confirmed again.
“I want you to tell me how you know these things.”
“Porn,” I responded. “I watched Dex’s porn.”