Page 83 of Beyond the Rules
“Don’t be so shy.” He cased me with his smoldering stare. “Work yournipples.”
I cupped my breasts and lifted them up, offering my flesh to him. I pinched my nipples and strained them between my fingertips, sending jolts of need to drive mecrazy.
“Very nice,” he said, his voice rustling and seductive. “Now beg me. I want to hear my name from your lips. Say it as often asyoucan.”
“Please, Zar,” I whispered, not sure of what I was begging for. “Please?”
He threaded his fingers through my hair and, tightening his hold, slowly tilted up my face. I felt his strong pull on my soul as surely as I felt his hand on my scalp. The passion in his grip reverberated through me and shook me to the core. Adrenalin shot through my body and left me gasping for air. My body responded, my pussy clenched, my clit tightened. The contrast between his strength and my weakness was aphrodisiac. I wanted moreofit.
He leaned down and kissed me, capturing my tongue, filling me with his tongue’s commanding presence until I was reduced to the feel of his mouth on mine. “Beg me, Nina,” he murmured when he abandoned my lips and left me lost, longing for more, not to mention drenched between the legs. “Make itcredible.”
“Please, Zar, please?” I batted my eyelashes and ran my tongue over my lips, all things I’d read discriminating Doms required of their subs. “I need you.Please?”
“Be specific,” he said. “Tell me that you want theropes.”
My heart jumped to my throat, but incredibly, a shot of need pulsed through me. “Please, Zar.” My voice quavered. “I want theropes.”
“If you insist.” The smile in his eyes built me up. “But I’m gonna have toimprovise.”
He stalked to the back wall, where several coils of rope hung neatly from pegboards. He examined the ropes hanging there, until he chose a black strand, neatly wound into a figureeight.
“A hundred percent Tossa Jute.” He rubbed the rope between his fingers. “Excellent give, flex and tooth, a lot like hemp, but itdoesn’tshed.”
My throat had turned into a desert. My pulse was all over the place. I had no idea anyone could know so much about rope. Leave it to Zar to be a true ropeaficionado.
“Aiden keeps these for when he rolls up his most delicate hides,” he said, unraveling the cord. “It’s also a favorite of Shibari enthusiasts. I think you’re gonnalikeit.”
My throat croaked with adrygulp.
With the rope in hand, he came around and crouched behind me. He hadn’t even touched me and yet I was already shuddering with desire. Excitement stiffened my nipples and turned my clit into my body’s nerve hub. Waves of cold and hot fear added to my arousal. If Zar so much as touched my clit, I’dbegone.
But it wasn’t my eager clit he touched. Instead, he ran his hands down the length of my arms and crossed them behind my back. “Back straight, brace your knees apart,” he said in a quiet, hypnotic tone that sent a ripple of thrill down my spine. “Hold your forearms together with your wrists facing eachother.”
I had trouble transitioning. In all my versions, as a headstrong child, a rebellious adolescent and a fiercely independent adult, I’d never really been particularly good at following orders. Rebellion suited me much better and, given a choice, I’d rather give commands thantakethem.
But I’d embarked on a different journey with Zar, one that required courage, an open mind, and a handover. I’d always been in control of my sexual life, accountable for my choices, responsible for my own pleasure. Now I had to give all ofthatup.
What shocked me the most was not that I was willing to try something new and naughty. God knew, I’d been experimenting a lot lately. In the last few weeks, I’d had more sex with Tanner and Aiden than all the rest of my life combined. But what stunned me was how eager I was to give myself to Zar, how the mere sight of the rope in his hands turned me liquid inside and how desperately I craved histakeover.
I drew taller, braced on a wider knee stance and clasped my forearms behind my back. The position pulled back my shoulders, thrust out my chest and added curve to my lower back. Zar coiled the rope over my wrists and forearms, tying his knots in a series of elaborate loops. When he was done, my arms, wrists, and hands were immobilized behind my back and my breasts jutted forward, trapped between strands of rope that crossed in themiddle.
He stood up and circled me slowly, taking in his handiwork. “Clean lines and simple elegance. Very secure. Make sure to cradle your elbows in your hands, yes, like that, so your wrists won’t take any stress. Hell, Nina, you lookkickasshot.”
I felt kickass hot, feverish even. My pussy was on meltdown mode. I fathomed that if I looked down, the concrete would be steamed by my pussy’s blistering heat. The rope intimately coiled around me smelled wholesome and earthy. The twine felt utilitarian, rough and stern to my skin, but also seductive, silky and somehow sweet as it contained me in its harshembrace.
Zar’s stare focused on me. This was probably how he inspected his operators before a mission. Apparently, I passed inspection, because he came to stand before me. At the sight of his erection, a pang of need ripped through my body in a jolt of hotdesire.
I wavered on my knees, impatient. “I’m dying over here. Can you just, like,fuckme?”
His furious grin announced the beginning of his reign. “If, when, and how I fuck you aremydecisions, not yours. You’ll have to learn how to control your impulses.” He reached down and, grabbing the ropes, stood me up, holding onto me until I found my balance. “Feet apart,” he ordered. “Ass and tits intheair.”
I snapped into sexual attention and stood as straight as I could. He reached out with both hands and, watching me intently, rolled my nipples between his fingers like a pair of fine Cuban cigars. I threw my head back and sucked in the air between my teeth. It was as if he was dialing up the need with every twist, clicking up the intensity with every pinch. I moaned with a particularly hard squeeze. I closed my eyes and wavered onmyfeet.
“Look at me.” He caught my chin with one hand and leveled my face until he trapped my gaze with his. “Yes, that’s better. Keep your eyesonme.”
I shivered in place, trying not to melt into a puddle of need under the heat of hisstare.
“I think you’re looking for an erotic adventure.” He cupped my breasts, cradling my soft, pliable flesh between his fingers, kneading me, a deeply arousing caress. “I think you like sex and you want more of it, quantity, quality, frequency. I’m gonna give it to you, that, andmuchmore.”