Twice Loved

Chapter 17: Noah

"Very good." Mason's smile was a mixture of wickedness and pleasure, and I swallowed to try and moisten my suddenly dry mouth.

I watched as Mason leaned over to the table and picked up a knife, and my eyes widened before I could stop them. Mason caught my slightly petrified look and chuckled.

"Don't worry, this isn't for you." He measured out a few lengths of rope and used the knife to cut them. I visibly relaxed- for a moment there I had wondered if I'd completely misjudged his sanity. Then again, I figured I should probably still be a little worried about what exactly he was going to be doing with the rope. I hadn't been lying when I'd told him the thought of being restrained, unable to move or escape freaked me the hell out. My heart pounded a fast rhythm inside my chest, and I swallowed hard as he set the knife back down and faced me with the prepared rope.

"I understand your hesitation in being bound, and I respect that. I'm going to test that limit, but I just need you to continue to trust me as we go. Like I said, I'm going to push your limits but know that if you start to panic or anything I need you let me know so we can adjust. You can use the safe word, or if it's easier for you, you can just snap."

"Snapping is fine." I knew myself well enough to know that I might not be able to vocalize my hesitation, and was grateful he gave me the option to help that.

He nodded, then leaned forward. He dropped several lengths of rope on my chest, keeping one as he gathered my wrists together in his hands. His cock, hard and thick, rubbed against my own and I fought for control. My eyes closed to slits, and all I could see was the hard muscles of his chest as he hovered over me. I could feel the rope winding around my wrists and tightening, but not uncomfortably. My heart thudded hard in my chest, but I swallowed my protests. I tilted my head back and my eyes followed the tendons in his neck, the skin taunting me and making my lips tingle with desire to feel it, trace it with my tongue.

My eyes moved higher and found Mason's, eyes dark and glittering.

"Try pulling your wrists apart." I did as he told me, noting that I had a tiny bit of wiggle room so as to avoid actually being hurt. "It'll be extremely difficult for you to get that undone, but I can pull one piece and unravel it all at once if needed."

His assurance calmed me, and I nodded that I understood. He sat back again, studied me, and reached for some more rope. He began at my bound wrists and twined it around and between my arms down to my elbows. He moved carefully, his hands stroking my skin and checking on me as he worked, and something about the sureness of the way he bound me, the tightening of the rope around my skin, and his softly murmured words of encouragement as he worked had me turning into putty in his hands.

It was gently erotic, and I found myself lulled into a sense of peace even as lust and need pounded underneath my skin. My eyes slid shut as he finished the last few knots in the rope. I felt like I was floating, and I barely registered Mason getting off the bed.

I heard some shuffling, and registered his body heat next to my head just before something slid over my eyes. My whole body jerked, and Mason's hands immediately cradled my head.

"Shh, shh, shh. Noah, I've got you. It's just the blindfold. Keep your eyes closed and breathe with me."

His hands ran over my head and arms, across my chest as he audibly took breaths in and out. I followed his instructions, and to my surprise after a few moments I felt the calm from before take over my anxiety. My skin still felt a little clammy, but my fears about the blindfold were sliding away.

"Are you good?"

I nodded at Mason's words. His breath wafted across my face and a moment later his lips were on mine. He didn't start off gently; the kiss was ravenous, devouring. I could taste how much he needed me on his tongue, how much my submission meant to him with every scrape of his teeth on my bottom lip.