the soft skin where her breasts attached to her rib cage and she shivered.
A tug at her right knee reminded her to spread her legs. Addie stepped wide. The shock of cold as air hit her very wet sex made Addie flinch. She closed her eyes.
“Don’t hide from me. Whatever’s in you right now you need to share with me.”
“Sex, my body—fine. My thoughts are mine.” She ground the words between her teeth as she opened her eyes.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“Why does it matter?”
Lane sighed and tapped his foot, looking at the floor. When he raised his head his face was impassive. “Next position is called knee up. I want you to drop to your knees, spread them as wide as possible. Keep you upper body erect, arms behind your head.”
He gave her play and Addie took a step back before dropping to her knees. The ropes pressed painfully into her, but she didn’t say anything. She absorbed the discomfort, not even sure anymore why she was fighting him.
Lane stood and came to her. Dropping the ropes for her wrists behind her back, he pulled them between her spread legs and then tied the ends to the table legs. He did the same with the ropes attached to her knees, first wrapping each around her lower thigh a few times before attaching it to the table legs also. He took a step back, seemingly to check his work. Addie tried to shift, the ropes rubbing against the edge of the table. The only thing she could do was lift her elbows, putting her hands farther down her back, which raised her breasts higher.
Without any warning or preface, he pressed two fingers between the lips of her sex. Addie gasped.
“That’s right, when you’re subbing, your Dom has the right to touch you when he wants, how he wants. If you submit, if you let him into your mind, tell him what you’re thinking and feeling, then in payment for access to, and control over, that beautiful body, he’ll give you freedom.”
Lane’s fingers circled around her clit, not quite touching it. “Look at me, Addie, look at me as I touch you, as I talk to you. Can you imagine the freedom of letting go for a few hours? You don’t have to think, plan, worry. You trust that your Dom knows you and your body so well that he will pleasure you. He’ll surprise you. He’ll take you to dark,” Lane tucked the trailing end of the rope around her neck under her breast, then looped it up over the top, tightening it until her breast stood away from the wall of her chest, captured in the rope, “dangerous places.”
Addie’s gaze flickered from Lane to her breast, which was now flushing pink. “I can’t, I can’t,” she whispered.
“Lift your hair off your neck for me.” When she did, Lane blew across her neck, raising a shiver. “I know you can’t. Because you’re a strong woman, aren’t you? You’re strong, but feminine. Every day you try to prove that you can be both.”
Yes.
Tears welled in Addie’s eyes. She tipped her head back to keep them from falling. Lane’s fingers in her pussy now danced around the edges of her clit. She shuddered and rocked forward.
“You liked giving control to me, but you feel as if you’ve betrayed who you are.”
Addie closed her eyes and nodded. A single tear rolled down each cheek. She felt the wet tip of Lane’s tongue as he licked them away.
“I’ll tell you a secret.” Lane’s fingers closed in on her clit, rolling the bud in hard, tight circles. “It’s the powerful women who are most in need.” Lane released the rope at her breast and pinched the nipple, hard. The flood of returning blood combined with the hard pinch had her screaming between clenched teeth. “And most deserving of a chance to let go.”
Addie came, her whole body tensing into the ropes. Lane wanted to grab her, absorb that power for himself, but he stepped back, keeping his fingers in her pussy to prolong her orgasm, but giving her the space to ride the moment all on her own.
He slid his middle finger into her
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