and her feet were flat on the floor.
Reed held two longer pieces of ropes as he approached her. Marley's heartbeat kicked up a notch. “You have quite an interest in being bound, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir, very much.” She had never known she'd be so hot to be tied up, but with Reed doing it, being held here as his captive, fire burned through her blood.
"I have a fondness for seeing you bound myself.” He lowered onto one knee by her feet, took her leg, and placed her foot on his knee. With skilled precision, he wrapped her ankle with the rope, circling the twine while he looped it through a knot. Five wraps later, he pulled the rope tight against her skin.
He never hesitated or seemed unsure of himself. Every time he wound the rope, his hands trailed against her skin, and being already sensitive, it only teased her. She wanted him to look at her, needed that connection and approval, yet he never did. He seemed too focused on the ropes.
For the first time, Marley got a taste of what BDSM was really all about—the want to do right by her dom. Through all of this, past the orgasms and the pain, she felt a soul-deep need to please him. As much as she wanted him to offer her another climax, satisfy her, she hoped he got fulfillment from the experience as well.
Within no time, he had the other ankle bound, then glanced to her, and his gaze all but smoldered. She'd been on dates, had lovers before, but no one could make her flush with need by a simple look like he could, and she didn't even know him.
"Tell me, do you enjoy how the ropes feel on your ankles?"
"Yes, Sir, they feel wonderful."
He grinned. “I'm delighted to hear you say that, because you look exquisite."
"Thank you, Sir.” Every time he offered praise, she marveled in it. She'd never thought she needed the approval of a man, but his appreciation made her soar and gave her a sense of serenity.
He took the end of the rope, pulled her leg up so her knee bent, and then he slid the end into the ring on the side of her corset. Now she understood his intention and what the loops where there for: it spread her wide and left her exposed. He bound the end of the rope to her ankle with a knot, leaving her knee bent but supported by the twine.
Once he repeated the move on the other ankle, he stood and smiled. “You're giving me a stunning view, one that arouses me. Can you see what you're doing to me?” He held his cock in his pants, pulled the fabric tight so she could see the outline of his erection.
"Sir, it looks quite hard."
"Painfully hard, sweetheart.” Reed chuckled.
He stepped between her legs and touched her pussy, circling her clit a few times. The man had fingers of a god. He was so confident in the way he touched her, and his molten gaze left no doubt in her mind that he admired her.
As the pleasure began to take hold, he removed his touch, strode to the table, and grabbed something. He turned back to her, and she saw he now held a black crop. “You're going to be a good girl, use the technique you've displayed here so far, and handle the pain, understood?"
Oh God ! Her imagination ran wild with thoughts of how the crop would feel against her skin. Would it be like the flogger? Or would there be more of a sting? All she knew was she wanted more and was eager for him to deliver it. “Yes, Sir."
He positioned himself between her spread legs and raised the crop to her foot. There he gave a steady smack against the arch. She gasped as the sting was, sharper than she had expected, and her eyes watered. His gaze held steady on hers; even a little smile crept up on his face. “Pain level?"
"Six, Sir."
"You've already proven you know how to handle pain, which is very good, but I'm going to teach you how to control it when it comes more intensely. Before I hit again, I want you to inhale and hold it. After the hit, exhale slowly and focus on my eyes. Do not look away from me."
"Yes, Sir."
Marley inhaled, and Reed hit the arch of her foot again,