Free Restless Spirits by Shyla Colt

flexed, gripping him tight as she allowed herself to simply feel.
    “So sexy the way you take me inside you.” His rhythm and praise were like a dark sensual swirl of chocolate, decadent and pleasurable as sensations spiraled their way through her. She wrestled the urge to move against him down, terrified he’d stop. He circled her walls, and she let her head fall back as she screamed.
    “That’s what I wanted to hear. So close I can feel it. Ride my fingers until you come.” Like a runner in the last lap, she moved at top speed, greedy to make the finish. A few rocks later, she clamped down on him and cried out as she convulsed. Her legs turned to mush, and she slumped against the door. He wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her upright.
    “You did so good, baby.” He peppered kisses on her back. “But I’m nowhere done with you yet.” He grabbed his bag, and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her bridal-style to her bedroom. In and out of lucidity, she coasted the blissful afterglow that had wrapped her in its arms.
    He laid her on his king-size bed and ran his hands up her legs, giving her a gentle massage that did nothing to help her languish.
    “You ready to be tied up now, baby?”
    “Mmmhmm.” She forced her eyelids open.
    “I want to try something with you. It’s unconventional, but I think you’ll enjoy it as much as I do.” He moved away and walked over to his bag. She heard the slide of the zipper followed by rustling, and he reappeared with a scarlet rope in his hand.
    “Pierce?”
    “Do you know what these are?” He trailed the soft material between her cleavage.
    “Bondage ropes?”
    “Very good, beautiful. The art of bondage is called Shibari. I like to see skin encased in a pretty intricate pattern on the flesh that heightens both our arousals. I’ve dreamed of seeing this scarlet against you for so long. Will you allow me the honor of demonstrating now?”
    Her eyes were glued to the rope.
    “Go ahead and feel it.” She reached out and ran her hands over the soft material. It called to her, manipulating her adventurous side to come out and play.
    “I want to try.”
    “Let’s get you used to Scarlet. I had her waiting here today, just in case.”
    His words reinforced her decision.
    “We’ll start with a very simple binding around your breast called a Shinju harness.” He caressed Scarlet with his fingertips and unwrapped her with such reverence, Demi couldn’t help but feel honored. Pierce took this very seriously. He unwound the rope and ran the length through his elegant fingers.
    “Stand up.”
    She rose on shaky legs, eager and nervous for what would follow.
    “Turn around.”
    She did as he asked, and he pressed the rope against her back, holding it in place with a finger.
    “Be still. This is the fun part. Dressing my woman in the beautiful art I alone create.” He worked methodically. “You’re my canvas now, Demi.” The rope tightened, hugging her skin, giving her a sense of security she hadn’t felt since her father died, making her an orphan. Almost an embrace, it relaxed her muscles.
    “Oh, baby, if you could only see yourself. You like it, don’t you?”
    “Yes.” She leaned toward him, allowing him to support her weight as he delivered feather-soft caresses down her back. Her breasts were heavy and achy. Her core gushed. “You smell delicious. I don’t even know where to start.” He pushed her back gently, and she balanced on her own feet. A pinch to her nipples sent a jolt of electricity clear through her body.
    “Pierce!” He rolled both extended points between his fingers, and the walls of her pussy clenched. Sensations were heightened to levels she’d never dreamed of. He paused, sucked a rock-hard bud into his mouth, and she arched her back. He moaned, and the vibrations made her whimper. A bowstring drawn tautly, she rubbed her thighs together to relieve the throbbing pulse.
    He released her breast with a loud pop. “You need