If I had an injury-free bottom, I sometimes had them kneel. I could do some very sadistic things with that pose. Obviously, with Jack, that wouldn’t work.
I grabbed my ropes—glad I’d brought all of them. I moved to Jack and pressed myself against his side. “I’m not going to ask you again if you’re certain?—”
“I am.”
“Right. So we use traffic signals. What color are you now?”
“Green. Full green.” He leaned against me. “I trust you.”
As I did him. “Just give me a second.” I scooted back and removed my clothes. If we’d done the scene I planned, I needed clothes to emphasize the power dynamic. Here, though, thatwasn’t necessary. And skin to skin was so much more intimate. He needed to know how invested I was in this—how much it meant to me.
I moved back to him. Slowly, I ran my hand up and down his left arm. I caressed his shoulder. Not once in our time here had he favored it. But I was still aware of the injury.
He shivered.
“Cold?” I whispered the question in his ear.
He shook his head. He swallowed, then he replied, “Aroused.”
“Oh.” I grinned. “Wait until you see what I can do with your cock.”
“And rope?” He might’ve squeaked that.
“Oh, you bet. I have a special little rope just for?—”
“I think maybe less talking?” He chuckled. “Maybe surprise me?”
His bravery staggered me. I flashed back to the first time a Top had tied my cock. It’d been glorious. “Okay.” I resumed my caresses. His left arm and shoulder. Then I positioned myself so I could do his back and his right arm. Another rotation gave me access to his chest. Gentle strokes. The lightest of touches. The gentlest of caresses. Meant to soothe—not to arouse. That said, I passed my knuckles over his erection, and his breath hitched. Finally, I started at his feet and slowly eased his knees to bend until they came closer to his body.
Again, I checked his right knee.
This scene wouldn’t be too long. I wasn’t going to put undue pressure on any of his muscles or joints. This was fun. Nothing more and nothing less. “Keep breathing, Jack. Nice deep breaths in and exhale slowly.”
He did exactly that while I grabbed my first strand. I hadn’t brought my jute rope—because that stung. I told Jack I hadn’t unpacked my toys, and that was why I still hadthe handcuffs and rope. Apparently my subconscious had thought this might happen because I had unpacked the nastier rope.
Slowly, I let the end brush his skin. Just a gentle caress over his shoulder to his chest.
He shivered.From pleasure or from fear?I wasn’t going to ask him. He knew how to put a stop to this. His eyes remained closed as I repeated the action over and over again. I moved the end to his back, his arms, and then his legs. I allowed him to get acclimated to the feel of the rope.
Finally, I got on my knees beside him. I placed one end of the rope under his left arm and then I maneuvered to put the rope along his back, around his other side, and to his chest.
He exhaled.
I ensured it wasn’t too tight as I repeated the action. I was leaving his arms free for the moment so he could get used to the feel of the rope.
After repeating the action several times, and when I came to the end of the rope, I tied it off. As always, I ensured it was loose enough not to constrict blood flow.
Now I grabbed another strand. I gently eased myself between his legs so I was up close and personal.
His cocked bobbed.
I gently squeezed it.
His eyes opened, and his gaze settled on mine.
“For this next part, you can keep your eyes open or you can close them. Some bottoms actually go into subspace while I’m working on them. You know how that feels, right?”
Several times over the last few days, I’d let him sink into that blissful place—but always while I was inflicting pain.