All of him.
When his entire body tenses, yearning radiates through me. A sigh flushes through my body, sending goose pimples feathering over my flesh as his semen coats my throat. More of his cum engulfs my mouth until I’m drinking down every drop he has to offer.
As I settle back, licking my lips, and savoring my newest craving, I realize something. I could become addicted to this.
“Ahh, Ryann.” Ryoichi traps a few of my tresses between his fingers and deposits them behind my ear. It’s the simple shit like that that seals the deal of my insanity. He looks me deep in the eye and says, “You thought one measly release was all I relished?”
“No, I didn’t think—”
“I read you well,bijin. But that wasn’t enough. Now, on to the next phase.”
“Ryoichi, what do you mean, ‘next phase’?”
“I will tie you up now, Ryann. Didn’t you realize it the first time we met,bijin? The only place you belong is tied up and at my mercy.”
ChapterNine
Ryoichi
As I’m transfixed on Ryann, the only emotion registering on her face is carnal craving. She’d forgotten how much she coveted being bound, even though I only had her wrists held captive days ago.
“May I teach you the art ofkinbaku,bijin?”
Although her voice is scarce, there’s no denying her agreement. Desire scorches straight through her as we exit the dining room.
Moments later, Ryann kneels on the carpet in my bedroom. As I enter with strips of rope in my hands, her eyes flicker over each one.
“It’s imperative that you follow my breathing pattern throughout this process, Ryann.”
“I will.”
I would typically blindfold my pet. However, Ryann holds a special place in my heart. I don’t want to scare her. Perhaps, I’m losing my mind, but her inquisitive gaze and perception soften the parts of me hardened by my stepfather’s treatment of my mother. I want to be gentle with this woman.
I pull the soft material over her flesh, and the tension binding her together fades.
“This is not a punishment, remember?”
“You’ll never harm me.”
“That’s right.”
As my eyes fall over her body, I continue the process, imitating the proper breathing technique to stabilize her own. Ryann smiles at how the roping intricately ties her breasts.
“What is your color?” I ask. When preparing Ryan, I told her to rate her comfort levels by color; green for good, yellow for caution, and red to stop.
“Green.” She smiles.
My palms massage the inside of her thighs, and like pressing a perfume bottle, a slight fragrance permeates the air. Ryann closes her eyes, bliss glowing over her skin.
“That’s right, Ryann. You are doing well.”
Patiently I tie the intricate binds until she’s resting on a plethora of pillows, her thighs pushed against her breasts. “I feel exposed,” Ryann murmurs. “Like you see every part of me.”
“I always have.” My fingers follow the path of her labia, set free from being confined between her thighs.
“Close your eyes again,bijin. Focus on your restraints.”
With others, their eyes fluttered closed, only to snap open again. They were too afraid to lose control. I’m pleasantly surprised by Ryann’s reaction. Her lashes descend, and a calm descends over her sweet skin.