Wrapping it in a loose loop around one hand, I realize there seems to be a lot of it. “It is a restraint of my own design. I created it specifically to cradle your luxurious form.”
If I thought I was aroused before, it was nothing compared to how I feel right now. “I’m ready.” Excitement strums though my gut as he brings my wrists together and begins wrapping the band around, twisting and turning it to get a good secure fit.
He doesn’t ask if it’s too tight. He knows what he’s doing and tests it for himself every step of the way. Liquid heat rolls through my entire body, making my nipples draw up into tight points. I’m so into this that it isn’t even funny.
When he hoists my body up and fits a piece of metal between my wrists, I grab the round bar with both hands. Meanwhile Borak steps back slightly, balancing my body across one large knee. “You are a beautiful queen,” he murmurs, almost as if to himself.
He takes his time wrapping the long red ribbons down both my arms, crisscrossing them, as if creating a beautiful design is part of the erotic appeal for him. Although I probably wouldn’t be considered a great beauty on Earth, this warrior makes me feel like I am in this moment. The way the frilly red elastic ribbons gleam against my skin makes my mouth goes dry.
The possessive expression on his face turns me on even more, because I get the feeling he’s the kind of man who understands my value and can be relied upon to take very good care of me.
His touch is gentle, but there’s no disguising how large and rough his hands are. These hands belong to a working man, someone who gets things done. When he gets to my torso, he twines the ribbon around my body multiple times, creating a rather spartan corset that leaves my breasts not only exposed but pumped out in an almost obscene manner. As if he can’t help himself, he leans over to lick one nipple then the other. He always mouths me there in the strangest way, doing everything but sucking.
I realize at some point that he’s using his wings like a second set of hands to hold me and maneuver my body how he wants. His horns are laid back against his head in a relaxed way that tells me he’s really enjoying himself. The way his muscles bunch up and flex as he works has me so turned on that I’m practically dripping with need.
Last of all, he twines the ribbon down each leg, positioning them up and back. I’m not surprised when he ties them in place, exposing my gleaming pussy to his hungry eyes. I flex my entire body while holding onto the metal rod between my hands.
Something about his carefully woven little shibari absolutely thrills the hell out me. Maybe it’s such a huge turn on because I’m not used to being helpless. Also, I’ve never been captured by the enemy or tied up, so this doesn’t trigger any kind of mental trauma for me. It feels like nothing more than good sexy fun.
I can feel his hands on my hips, turning me slightly back and forth as he looks me over, admiring his handiwork. Looking down my body, I admire it as well. His voice comes out, sounding much deeper than usual. “Thank you for allowing this, my queen.”
I let out a shaky breath. “I love everything you’re doing so far.”
Running the side of one claw down my neck and around my right breast, he rumbles with satisfaction. Something probes at my sex, and it seems smaller than I remember his cockhead being. A quick glance down reveals it’s the tip of his tail. It’s a barely there touch that just makes me crave more. “I must prepare your body to take my cock.”
I’m a smart woman and immediately see where he’s going with this. The tip of his tail is smaller, and when it begins to wiggle against my opening, I can see in my mind’s eye how if he spears me with it, the deeper he goes, the more it will open me up to him because it gets thicker and bulkier until it connects to his lower back. It moves to wiggle against my clit for a moment, making me moan. Then he delves into me with purpose. The tip is amazingly agile, wiggling back and forth, rubbing