muffled by his body. She rocked hard against him, strained against the ropes. From the way she writhed, he expected the rope between her buttocks, even with the dress and underwear in the way, had provided more intriguing friction.
Her panties had gone from damp to soaked, and he drew patterns in it over her sex, relishing her tiny little noises of sensual discomfort as he teased hyper-sensitive nerves.
“Sshh,” he murmured. “I like touching you right after. I like how you squirm.”
She let out a half gasp that might have been a laugh if she wasn’t still riding those aftershocks. He pushed her to her back and leaned over her, loving the way that felt, to lean down upon her, feel her breasts against his chest as he kissed her. Her mouth moved against his erratically as her body quivered from the climax he’d given it.
In between the kisses, he kept speaking soothing words to her, rocking her, stroking her body. Did she realize how far she’d come in a handful of weeks? To his way of thinking, she’d done herself a disservice, that night she’d despaired about having trouble with her first day of school. Every day of the past five years had been moving her toward breakthrough moments like these, where she could claim joy and happiness for herself.
He was the lucky one, blessed to be in the right moment and place to be able to share it with her, help her make those steps. Maybe they’d been on a side-by-side journey all along, and some merciful power had decided on the optimal moment for those paths to turn toward one another, link.
He cupped her backside, spreading his fingers out over her cheeks and then squeezing, so she’d feel the rope between them more acutely, rubbing against her rim.
“Did you know you can wear a rope harness under your clothes? Ropes around your breasts and between your legs, like this? We have a lot of nice soft and silky nylon at the store. I think I’ll learn how to do that, make you wear it under your clothes at the store one day. I like the idea of no one else but me knowing it’s there, and that I tied you up in it.”
His eyes burned into her glazed ones. “At the end of the day, I’ll have you take everything off but the ropes, straddle me, put me inside. I’ll watch you ride me, the ropes holding you, your breasts quivering. You’ll get that sweet, feminine mist of perspiration on your neck that makes your hair curl there. I love the way you look at me when you’re like this. So needy, so past any worries…”
She made a little moan, tipping up her face. Asking for a kiss, his hungry girl. Her wants were there, so close. Behind a wall, yes, but every day they were building higher, getting closer to the top, wanting to spill over and break that damn wall down. He was happy to help make it happen. Every kiss, every moment they spent together, was another sledgehammer strike against that barrier.
The kiss he gave her this time conveyed all that and more. They’d both just climaxed, but the act felt like a starting gate. He wanted to do more, give her more, see her come a million different ways. He wanted to give her every sensual torment, take her head way past this world and into one where she didn’t have to worry about anything, except the next thing he’d demand of her to give her a universe-shattering orgasm.
“What do you think?” he asked huskily. “Would I be cruel, to make you wear ropes under your clothes?”
She shook her head, then remembered. “No sir. No…I’d like that. I mean—”
Before she could backtrack, startled by the second time tonight she’d slipped, he captured her mouth again. As Dr. Taylor had said, there were a lot of things that went into a healing potion.
He could add his own unique ingredients to it.
When he finally removed the ropes, he rubbed the lightly chafed area of her wrists. As he did that, they were sitting up again, his back once more against the wheel of his chair. She put her forehead on his shoulder, sank back fully against him. He slid his arm around her, his brow creasing at the impulsive movement, even as it pleased him, her looking for that contact.
More aftercare. That was what she needed, so he took his time, holding her, gazing at the