Under the Billionaire's Shelter - Jamie Knight Page 0,91
I kept coming up with reasons why it wasn’t possible. I hadn’t even known her very long. Still, it didn’t matter. The facts were the facts. The fact was that I loved her and got the feeling she felt the same.
It added a whole new dynamic to our engagement. I was no longer certain how far I should go or how much she could take. I usually eased newbies in slowly, but I was being even more gentle with Morgan.
In the past, I couldn’t really trust women. Not with my heart. I had done that once, and it didn’t work. The woman had only wanted me for my money. Once bitten twice shy, I suppose.
Lifting Morgan into my arms with no effort, I carried her over to the blue lit bed, her arms around my neck and head against my chest as we went.
I put her on her back. Placing her near the edge of the bed, I bent her legs at the knees. She held still, likely waiting for me to let her know what to do.
Stroking her thighs, I could see gentle ripples of pleasure run up through her as I spread her legs. Her wet little pussy was on full display. Caressing her inner thighs, I lowered myself to my knees. My head followed along, my mouth landing on her pussy.
The strokes of my tongue were long and gentle, taking occasional flicks against her rock-hard clit and coaxing out moans from deep within her. I could tell she was trying not to shudder with pure joy, lest it throw me off my rhythm.
I cupped my hand lovingly over her pussy as she was about to cum. Slipping my fingers inside her, I brought her to a screaming orgasm again as she came, giving her gentle, circular strokes. She kept her hands flat by her side, palms pressed against the high thread count sheet as I pleasured her.
Licking her again and adding in a finger, sliding up to the second knuckle, I worked her to the tipping edge of a second orgasm before easing off. Kissing her as she recovered, I started licking her again, fingering her deep. I actually let her cum that time. She nearly wept with sweet relief.
“That’s a good girl,” I told her. “I love how you cum for your Master.”
Leaving a hand on her belly, I reached over and pulled open a drawer on the nightstand and retrieved the handcuffs. I took both of her slender wrists in one hand and then I made her take hold of two of the thin iron bars that made up the headboard.
Opening the loops of the cuffs, I slid the chain around the bar between her hands and clamped the fur-lined circles around her wrists, tightening to the smallest setting. I gave each of her hands a gentle tug to make sure the cuffs would hold.
Running my hands down her arms and along her sides, I worked my way down her legs. Taking her by the ankles, I spread her legs wide. The ropes were silk. Eight feet each, carefully twined together like freshly opened guitar strings.
Drawing on the skills I had first learned during my two months in Boys Scouts, I knotted the end of the first rope around Morgan's left ankle and ran the other end to the corresponding post at the foot of the bed before repeating the knot tying process. Working my way back up and over her belly, I knotted the second rope around her right ankle using the same knot.
I tied the knots tight enough so they wouldn't chafe, but not so tight that they would cut off her circulation. It was a happy medium that took a while to master and why rope play was not recommended for first timers.
All practices have some sort of risk, but some have more than others, which aren't terribly obvious. Knife play and bullwhips should clearly be approached with caution. Something most people wouldn’t think of as dangerous but could lead to serious consequences was hair pulling. Not because of the hair itself, but its close proximity to the neck, which is really delicate. One pull that is too hard or at the wrong angle and it was possible to cripple someone.
With Morgan properly bound, I couldn't help but run my hand over her from neck to feet. I was holding back again. She felt so good. I didn't want to risk ruining things by doing the wrong thing.