Free Make Me Risk It by Beth Kery Page B

turned, and she was gazing at the rope. He sat down at the edge of the bed and picked up a bundle.
    “Touch it,” he said.
    Her gaze rose to his face skittishly before she reached. Her fingertips slid over the tightly twisted silk. Arousal stabbed through him. He lowered the bunch of rope, sliding it across her abdomen. She watched. He had the distinct impression she was holding her breath. The vision of the black rope against her pale, taut belly sent another jab of arousal through him. It was every bit as erotic as he’d imagined.
    “I’m going to tell you what I’m going to do before we start, and you can tell me if you have any problem with any of it, either now, while I’m binding you, or at any time after,” he said gruffly, watching himself stroke her with the rope, knowing her gaze was on the same thing. “I’m going to have you bend your knees toward your chest and spread your thighs. I’m going to bind your shins to your thighs. I’ll be careful of your joints. The ropes won’t mark you, but there might be some compression spots left on your skin: nothing permanent, just the kind of thing from a pillow after sleeping hard on it. It’ll fade quickly once you’re free. I’ve seen how flexible you are. It should work well, but I want you to tell me at any time if you feel uncomfortable. Understood?”
    “Yes,” she whispered. He slid the rope over her rib cage, and her abdomen muscles leapt. She stared at the black coils as if mesmerized.
    “Harper?”
    She blinked and looked at his face.
    “After I’ve bound your shins to your thighs, I’m going to bind your wrists just above your knees. Your hands will be free, though. You’ll be able to exert some force on your legs. If I tell you to roll your hips back further, I’ll expect you to do it unless you’re uncomfortable. You’ll be completely open to me. I want you to know that.” He saw that she was panting softly. Was she aroused, listening to him explain what was about to happen? “I want you to hear this next part. Are you listening?”
    “Yes.”
    “As soon as you’re bound, I’m going to fuck you. Hard. And I’m going to do it for my pleasure, not for yours.”
    She exhaled softly in a burst of surprise.
    “I know you’ll think that’s selfish. But it’s just a fact. I’ve fantasized about this. It’s going to be very arousing for me. What are you thinking?”
    “I wasn’t expecting you to say that. But . . . all right.”
    “You’re sure?”
    She nodded.
    “After that, I’m going to make sure that you like the ropes, Harper. I’m going to make you come while you’re restrained, several times. But I just wanted to be fair, and tell you what will definitely happen first.”
    Her lips parted. A pink flush had risen in her cheeks.
    “I understand,” she said softly.
    “Okay,” he said, standing. He quickly unfastened the twist on one bundle, and a short black length of the silk rope slithered free. “I’m going to bind your wrists temporarily while I do your legs. From this point on, you’re going to be mine.”
    She licked her full lower lip in an anxious gesture.
    “Put your hands like this.” He showed her what he wanted, demonstrating by putting his wrists together, palms inward and facing each other. She took the position quickly, informing him that while she might be nervous, she was excited, too. He quickly did a triple column tie, binding her wrists together. To increase her arousal—not to mention his own—while he restrained her, he placed her so that her upper arms plumped her pretty breasts, her lower arms lay on her belly, and her fingers were just inches away from her spread sex. After he’d finished with the temporary hand restraint, the anticipation in him had drawn tight, making even breathing difficult for a second. He touched one of her calves.
    “Bend your knees. Spread your thighs.”
    He pushed her knees toward her chest when she followed his instructions.
    He began his task soberly,