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held her, touched her, the way she leaned against him, her torso so exquisitely and
helplessly bound.
But really, between her legs?
Trace found her clitoris, very slowly touching the rope to her super-excited pleasure
button.
Oh god. She leaped back.
There was nowhere to go but against his body a wall of sculpted flesh, powerful
and male and insistent.
Is it? he asked again.
I& yes, she said. No& I don t know.
He chuckled and kissed her neck. She arched backward, hungry.
Arms at your sides, he said.
Zoey s limbs felt like they were made of lead. Disobeying him was simply not on
the grid of possibilities.
Good girl, he murmured, making her nipples pucker.
Oh Trace&
Trace was intent on the rope. Holding an equal part in each hand, he laid it across
her shoulders, letting the free ends dangle between her breasts. Slowly, he moved his
fingertips across her torso, touching her shoulders and upper arms.
Zoey shivered in reply. She was all expectation at this point, everything emptied
out of her but the hot need to be wrapped, bound, cocooned.
The rope was longer than she had realized. The ends hung to the floor. So many
possibilities. What would he do next?
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Fascinated, she watched as he crossed the rope over her chest then drew each end
behind her back. He did so slowly, letting the rope caress her nipples, gently rubbing
over them. Agonizing.
Again he looped the rope around her, this time pulling her arms tight against her
sides. She sucked in her lower lip as he crisscrossed the rope down her spine, braiding it
and then tying it off in a knot.
Trace produced a second rope. He stood in front of her, gauging her again, checking
her response, her state of mind.
She tried to hold back her excitement, her complete and total surrender to the
moment. He arched a brow, indicating that she did not have much of a poker face.
He pressed the new rope to her lips. She kissed it, trembling. Satisfied, Trace circled
the rope around her waist and pulled one end through the other, producing a simple
tie. He took both ends in his hand.
Open, he ordered.
Zoey shuddered, knowing what he was going to do. Her breasts ached, encircled
now above and below, deviously compacted and thrust outward bound offerings.
Trace, she said, intending an argument.
Open, he repeated and this time she gave him access, letting him tuck the rope
between her thighs.
He knelt before her to complete the next step.
He drew the rope taut, pressing it along the ridge of her pussy lips. She sighed as he
parted them. The pressure of the rope tugged at her pleasure center, making her feel
captive and wildly free at the same time.
He had to steady her on her feet.
Almost done, he whispered.
There were more ropes, each connecting cunningly to the whole design. He wound
them down her thighs, over her wrists and across her belly, crisscrossing over and over.
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It s called a rope dress, he said. Though you d hardly wear it in public.
He stood behind her again, his hands on her shoulders. She had to agree with him,
there was nothing at all G-rated about the look though it did have some of the qualities
of a dress. It hugged her curves, emphasizing the flare of her hips, the narrowness of
her waist, the fullness of her breasts.
It s& beautiful. She marveled at the webbed design, the pattern as intricate as
anything that could ever be designed on a loom.
He nibbled at her earlobe. You re beautiful, Zoey. This is just rope.
You re an artist, she said. Don t deny it.
Trace turned her about, sliding his hands down her constrained arms. She ached to
touch him. I can t take credit, he said, for what nature made.
He meant her. He let her know that, his lips insistent against hers. She clenched her
fists, allowing him free rein as he explored her mouth. Her pussy thrummed as the rope
pulled at her, creating just enough pressure to make her want to cry out in pleasure.
You taste pretty damn good, he mused. You feel pretty good too, for a work of
art.
His hands strayed to her bottom, cupping her ass cheeks, the flesh hot between the
web work of the rope.
Too bad you can t fuck me, she teased. I guess shibari has its downside.
He bent to capture her nipple with his teeth. Oh, I ll get to the fucking, he
promised. But there s so much fun to be had along the way.
She shuddered as he mouthed her nipple. Her flesh ached and screamed, straining
against her bonds. She stood on tiptoe.
Oh& god&
You would like to come, wouldn t you?
Yes.
So who s stopping you?
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She tried to push her body against him. He stepped to the side, denying her even
the most incidental contact with his cock.
Sorry, you ll have to do it on your own.
Her clitoris screamed, engorged with blood. The rope was driving her insane, but it
wasn t quite enough pressure.
Please&
He bit her other nipple.
You ll come, he insisted. If you want it bad enough.
Zoey whimpered, digging her toes into the carpet.
Trace stopped biting and started licking, his tongue maddeningly light and wet
over her breasts.
He paused to bite at the rope here and there.
Bastard, she hissed.
Come for me, he said. Come in bondage, baby. Writhe for me. Helpless.
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