by taking off your
clothes. Let's be naked together."
Definitely stubborn. "Give up,
slave."
His lips spread in a wolfish grin, and
he ate another strawberry whole.
"You're not going to protest about
being called slave?"
"As long as you don't change your
mind, you can call me anything you like. Just come
here."
She barked a laugh without meaning to.
Shaking her head, she said, "You make it sound so simple. But with
me, nothing's simple."
"I'm learning that. Tell me, why isn't
this simple?" He took the other half of his croissant and dipped it
into his coffee. His calm demeanor contradicted his obvious
arousal.
Not sure how he would take it, she
took a deep breath and blurted, "I can't let you touch me. If we're
going to do this, I have to have total control. That means I need
to bind you."
He filled his mouth with the rest of
his breakfast and slowly chewed. She could tell she presented him a
challenge. When he swallowed, he didn't speak right away. He stared
at her through slitted eyes before asking, "You're giving me a
choice?"
"Of course." Once again, guilt sliced
through her. He hadn't asked for any of this.
"You want to hurt me?"
"No. I want to pleasure you. I want to
learn your body." He seemed so skeptical yet he asked questions,
and that made her optimistic. He wasn't saying no.
"How can you tie me up and not hurt
me? I don't like the idea." He set his plate aside and moved his
coffee at arm's length.
Melony nodded. This was new to him. He
didn't know about bondage. "I use a Japanese method called Shibari.
The emphasis is placed on sensuality. The ropes caress as I apply
them. My goal will be to provide you a feeling of freedom within
the binding. You'll be able to move. Bend. I promise."
He thought for a moment. She held her
breath, willing him not to turn her down. For her, this could be a
once in a lifetime opportunity to explore her sexuality with a man
she actually liked. Actually shared an attraction with. He offered
her a chance to escape her past, and he didn't know it.
"What if I don't like it? What if I
change my mind?"
She filled her lungs with coffee
scented air. "We don't usually use 'don't' or 'no' because of role
playing. But we're not role playing, so you can say 'stop,' 'slow
down,' whatever. I'll listen and respect your wishes."
He chuckled and shook his head. "You
know, Melony, if a woman had told me she wanted to tie me up and
have her way with me before all this happened between you and me,
I'd have said no without hesitation. But you…" He shook his head
again. "I don't know why, but I trust you. You're amazing with that
whip. You're the sexiest woman I've ever met, and if I have to put
up with some ropes to get your hands on me, I'll take it. Let's do
this thing. How do we get started?"
Suddenly shy, but not about to let him
on to her discomfort, she maintained eye contact and asked, "You
want to take a shower?"
Chip leaned forward. "Like you can't
believe."
Trembling at the idea of setting him
free so early in his stay, she scooted away. She pictured him
coming out of the shower and grabbing her by the throat, forcing
her to her room—.
Don't do this to yourself. He's not
like that.
She forced the negative thoughts from
her mind. If he said he trusted her to bind him, she could give him
the benefit of the doubt. She had skill with weapons she kept in
every room to defend against an attack. She wasn't naive and
helpless anymore.
"I'll release you from the bar and
show you where to find everything."
Chapter 8
Chip let stinging hot water pelt his
back. Freedom felt good, and he had to admit, he had a new
appreciation for it after last night. Hanging his head, he tautened
those stiff muscles to receive the best benefit from the
therapeutic heat and pressure. He saw no hint of the welts Melony
had dealt. She had impressive skill. Even after a night in cuffs,
he had no marks.
As the shower beat against him, he
thought of his family. His parents, though busy with the
clothes. Let's be naked together."
Definitely stubborn. "Give up,
slave."
His lips spread in a wolfish grin, and
he ate another strawberry whole.
"You're not going to protest about
being called slave?"
"As long as you don't change your
mind, you can call me anything you like. Just come
here."
She barked a laugh without meaning to.
Shaking her head, she said, "You make it sound so simple. But with
me, nothing's simple."
"I'm learning that. Tell me, why isn't
this simple?" He took the other half of his croissant and dipped it
into his coffee. His calm demeanor contradicted his obvious
arousal.
Not sure how he would take it, she
took a deep breath and blurted, "I can't let you touch me. If we're
going to do this, I have to have total control. That means I need
to bind you."
He filled his mouth with the rest of
his breakfast and slowly chewed. She could tell she presented him a
challenge. When he swallowed, he didn't speak right away. He stared
at her through slitted eyes before asking, "You're giving me a
choice?"
"Of course." Once again, guilt sliced
through her. He hadn't asked for any of this.
"You want to hurt me?"
"No. I want to pleasure you. I want to
learn your body." He seemed so skeptical yet he asked questions,
and that made her optimistic. He wasn't saying no.
"How can you tie me up and not hurt
me? I don't like the idea." He set his plate aside and moved his
coffee at arm's length.
Melony nodded. This was new to him. He
didn't know about bondage. "I use a Japanese method called Shibari.
The emphasis is placed on sensuality. The ropes caress as I apply
them. My goal will be to provide you a feeling of freedom within
the binding. You'll be able to move. Bend. I promise."
He thought for a moment. She held her
breath, willing him not to turn her down. For her, this could be a
once in a lifetime opportunity to explore her sexuality with a man
she actually liked. Actually shared an attraction with. He offered
her a chance to escape her past, and he didn't know it.
"What if I don't like it? What if I
change my mind?"
She filled her lungs with coffee
scented air. "We don't usually use 'don't' or 'no' because of role
playing. But we're not role playing, so you can say 'stop,' 'slow
down,' whatever. I'll listen and respect your wishes."
He chuckled and shook his head. "You
know, Melony, if a woman had told me she wanted to tie me up and
have her way with me before all this happened between you and me,
I'd have said no without hesitation. But you…" He shook his head
again. "I don't know why, but I trust you. You're amazing with that
whip. You're the sexiest woman I've ever met, and if I have to put
up with some ropes to get your hands on me, I'll take it. Let's do
this thing. How do we get started?"
Suddenly shy, but not about to let him
on to her discomfort, she maintained eye contact and asked, "You
want to take a shower?"
Chip leaned forward. "Like you can't
believe."
Trembling at the idea of setting him
free so early in his stay, she scooted away. She pictured him
coming out of the shower and grabbing her by the throat, forcing
her to her room—.
Don't do this to yourself. He's not
like that.
She forced the negative thoughts from
her mind. If he said he trusted her to bind him, she could give him
the benefit of the doubt. She had skill with weapons she kept in
every room to defend against an attack. She wasn't naive and
helpless anymore.
"I'll release you from the bar and
show you where to find everything."
Chapter 8
Chip let stinging hot water pelt his
back. Freedom felt good, and he had to admit, he had a new
appreciation for it after last night. Hanging his head, he tautened
those stiff muscles to receive the best benefit from the
therapeutic heat and pressure. He saw no hint of the welts Melony
had dealt. She had impressive skill. Even after a night in cuffs,
he had no marks.
As the shower beat against him, he
thought of his family. His parents, though busy with the
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