Tell me if you feel any pain or numbness.” He hadn’t bound her tight enough to compromise her circulation, but he wasn’t taking any chances.
“Okay,” she replied, her mouth curving into a smile.
Ending the weave with a knot, he threaded the rope through the D rings of her cuffs, knotted it again loosely. With a careful toss, he launched the rest of the slack up and over one of the bars. Snagging the end, he pulled until Bodie’s arms rose above her head. He tied the rope back onto itself with a quick release knot, just above her fingers.
One tug and she’d be free.
Braun took a moment to admire the length of her stretched out before him. Pale and perky, her breasts reawakened his hunger. Tempting his fingers, his mouth. Nipples flushed with arousal begged for him to suck and nip and tease.
She swayed, relying on the rope to hold her up.
Turning, Braun saw the stool and cushion at the edge of the rigging. He found Jasper back in position, same as before, with his arms across his chest and a hunger in his pale blue gaze burning as hot as the fever in Braun’s blood.
With a nod of thanks, Braun took the stool and set it down in front of Bodie. “Bend your right knee for me, little one.” Hesitantly, the leg lifted, and her balance shifted precariously. Holding onto her, he kicked the stool into place and smiled. Damn near perfect. “Rest your knee on the stool, Bodie. How does that feel?”
“Better, Sir, thank you.”
Braun retrieved the cushion and, carefully cupping her knee to raise it, slid the soft padding under her. This time, he settled the top half of her cast onto it so the stool took the weight. “And that?”
“Oh, that’s a relief,” she murmured.
“Excellent. Moving onto the next stage,” he told her, brushing his hand over her shoulder, then—unable to resist temptation—trailed his fingers down to tweak one budded nipple. Her moan nearly brought him to ruin.
Taking the second rope, he started again. Circle, knot. Circle, knot. From above her elbow, he worked his way up her biceps, over the tops of her shoulders and back down her other arm, encasing her breasts as he went. Painstakingly, he connected rope to rope, knot by knot, until her upper body wore a silken tapestry.
For his own entertainment, he settled hard bumps of soft material against her nipples, teasing them to painfully sensitive peaks as she breathed. Her moans were coming faster now, mewling little cries of pleasure.
And begin.
Chapter Seventeen
This isn’t as bad as I expected.
Hovering blissfully in her happy place, Bodie smiled. Having her hands tied made her uneasy, but Braun kept his word. If she opened her eyes, she could see him. When he murmured to her, she could hear him. His scent filled her lungs with every breath she took.
It was weird, this place she found herself in.
Light, floaty, other.
Cocooned in a web of the smoothest, softest silk, there was no room for fear. Errant thoughts of panic passed by without pause, and not once did she feel the need to reach out and latch onto one. She was safe here, wrapped in Braun’s ropes while she...she just bobbed along on a slow river, in tune with her body down to the surge of blood pulsing through her veins.
For the first time in six months, she wasn’t a broken shell of the woman she’d been. Here, her leg wasn’t ruined, pinned and plated together. Here, she was whole, dancing to the rhythm of her Master’s words and the slide and tug of rope.
Frissons of bliss assaulted her with every breath. Warmth banked between her thighs, ready for a gentle breath to ignite the furnace. Her breasts, caught in Braun’s silken trap, ached and yearned for his touch to replace the sweet torment of the knots.
Damn, he was good.
“Still overwhelmed, little one?”
She gave him a contented purr. “No, Sir. Not anymore.”
Fingertips ran along the edge of her sweats, teasing her skin before sliding under the elasticated waistband and pushing the material over her hips. All the way to her knees. She moved as and when Braun directed so he could remove them completely, along with her lone sneaker, without putting too much pressure on her broken leg. When a rough palm cupped her butt, she realized her panties had gone for a ride with the sweatpants.
Oh well.
Cool strands of leather trailed over her cheeks, taking the place of his hand. She flinched as they snapped