Free Temporary Master by dakota trace Page B

submissive’s body, Ethan hissed as
she wiggled free of the denim. He hadn’t been totally surprised when she’d
asked for their removal. After experiencing how Sabella reacted to the rope
against her stomach, he realized he’d found himself a true nawa jujun — a
rope bottom. But it didn’t stop his cock from aching for release from his
pants.
    After
she kicked free of her jeans, she settled back against him in her original
position, her pantie-clad bottom resting against his groin as she knelt with
her legs widespread. He only hoped his control was what he thought it was.
    “Shall
we continue?” He prayed she would misinterpret the roughness in his voice as
anything but desire.
    “Y ..es… Sir.”
    He
was happy to hear that her voice wasn’t very steady either. This was affecting
them both more than either one had probably expected. Lowering his arms, he
pressed the hemp against her skin, just hard enough to make an impression, but
not hard enough to scrape her delicate skin raw. As he rubbed the rope across
her thighs, a low moan passed her parted lips.
    “Oh…yes.”
She lifted her hands behind her head, searching for him or something to cling
to, as she experienced the feel of rope against her skin.
    “It’s
okay, little one. Hang on to me.” He released one end of the rope and guided
one of her arms to loop around his neck. She lifted her other arm without his
assistance. The move arched her back and her breasts stood out in clear relief.
He smoothed the rope lower towards her knees before slowly drawing it back up
towards her chest. The need to see the hemp criss-crossing over her tempting
mounds was urgent, but was she ready for the next step?
    He
got his answer as he eased the rope up and over her nipples, their dark tips
distended and clearly visible through the lace of her bra. She whimpered,
pushing up against the hemp.
    “Are
you ready for more, Sabella?” He resisted the urge to nip at her shoulder when
she squirmed against him.
    “Yes,
Sir. Please?”
    Her
arms tightened before releasing him at his command. He let the rope drop away,
before urging her to her feet. “Stand for inspection.”
    “Yes,
Sir.” She moved so
her legs were a shoulder length apart, turned her hip slightly towards him,
bent her knees slightly and turned her head to the left, as she raised her arms
above her head with her wrists crossed. The absence of a collar hit him hard
but he reined in the need to see leather gracing her neck. This was training,
not a true scene, no matter what his mind or body wanted.
    “Very
good.” Walking around
her, he adjusted her stance in the way he needed, before uncrossing her wrists.
“I’m going to used a binding called kotobu ryo
tekubi, or the captive tie.” He stepped in front of her, winding the hemp
up with a few twists of his hands. Catching her gaze with his, he tried to
judge her state. She was still aroused as   was he
but her eyes were clear. But he still had to know. “What level are you at,
little one?”
    “Green,
Sir.”
    He
nodded as he brushed the coiled rope across her upper chest. “Good. And your safeword again?”
    “Dobby.” Her chest rose sharply when he
flicked one nipple with the hemp.
    “Very
good. Now we’re
going to start out with the ryo tekubi portion of the tie.” He stepped
around her. “It’s a basic tie that’ll allow me to restrain you at the wrists
while still leaving the rest of your body open to my touch.” Looping the hemp,
he gathered her wrists together. Winding the rope around them, he stopped to
press on her fingers, nodding when they went white and then back to their
normal pink color. “How’s that feel, Sabella? Too tight? Can you wiggle your fingers for me?”
    “Good,
Sir.” Her fingers wiggled. “Not too tight.”
    “Great.”
Letting the length of the hemp dangle down her back, he traced down her spine
until his hand rested just below her bra line. Using his thumb to hold the rope
in place, he took the end and