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impatient with her like Louis would’ve, or any of her other Doms.
    “Shh,
don’t struggle so, Sabella. We’ll get there. Just relax and your body will get
the message soon.” He spoke the soothing words directly into her ear, causing
goose bumps to run down her arms. “You’re new to this. Close your eyes if need
be, listen to the way air leaves and returns to my body. To breathe is to live
— to live is to breathe. It’s natural.”
    Letting
her eyes drift shut, she finally found his rhythm and when she did, she was
nearly overwhelmed by the closeness she felt to him. She
hadn’t expected this, but darned if she was scared enough to flee from the
unexpected intimacy. It was scary, but wasn’t. He was
only holding her and doing nothing more. Not even the feel of his
erection pressed against the swell of her bottom could distract from the bond
she felt forming between them.
    “That’s
right, experience the energies binding us. It’s an extension of assurance as
you entrust your very breath to me.”
    She
nodded slowly, giving more over to him until nothing else mattered but
breathing and merely being an extension of him. They sat there for however long
before he finally deemed them ready for the next step.
    “Good,
now staying relaxed, I want you to accustom yourself to my touch, Sabella. As a nawashi I’ll be touching you everywhere as I use the rope to bind you.”
    Even
with his warning, she still jumped when his hands drifted up and over her chest
as he used the leverage of his arms to guide hers above her head. Her nipples
tightened against the silk and lace of her bra.
    “Shh,
don’t tense up. There’s nothing sexual about this touch.” He ran his hands back
down her arms and when she jerked again as his fingers tickled, he gave a small
sigh. “Do I need to tie you up, little one?”
    “I’m
sorry, Sir. It tickles.” She wasn’t about to tell him how arousing it was to
feel his hands against her body. Even if the man does have
a boner.
    A
low rumble escaped his chest. “Good to know for future reference...” His touch
moved down her sides to stroke the outside of her thighs. As they moved over to
the inside seam of her jeans, inches from her mound, she trembled. “…but
something tells me you find this just as arousing as I do.” His hands left her
and she wanted to cry out in protest.
    “I…Sir…”
She gasped as his hands returned with a length of rope. Pulled taut between his
hands, he dragged the length of the hemp across her chest and down her stomach.
The coarse fibers rubbing against her skin distracted her. The coil in her womb
tightened in response. She could only pray he didn’t smell her arousal. It was
bad enough he’d guessed…
    “There’s
nothing wrong with finding this arousing.” His breath tickled her ear. “A true nawa
jujun experiences both harmony and desire at the hands of her nawashi.” The
rope slipped lower over her hips, but was now dulled by the thick denim of her
jeans. She needed to feel the rope against skin, not just the pressure through
her jeans.
    “Please…”
her plea came out choked as the rope moved down her thighs.
    “Please
what, Sabella?” He was now cradling her in his arms as they were extended as
far as they could go.
    “I…need…the
rope…Sir.” She squirmed in his embrace as the rope moved back up to her waist
before returning to its downward motion, teasing her mercilessly with the
possibilities. This is what she’d been looking for when she’d asked to be
bound.
    “You
have it, little one,” he soothed. “I’m not taking it away.”
    “I
need it against my skin. Can I take off my jeans…please?” If she hadn’t been
out of her mind with need, she’d have been appalled by her request. But
obviously Ethan wasn’t, because he lifted his arms enough she could maneuver.
    “Go
ahead.”
    Her
hand eagerly reached for the fastening on her jeans.

 
Chapter Eight
     
    Holding
his arms and the rope away from his little