Because of Kian (13 page)

Kian set me on the mattress, and told me to lie on my stomach as he pulled the towel from my dampened skin.
Anticipation coursed through my body. Apprehension. I heard the snap of a plastic bottle and the wet rub of skin. Then his hands ran down from my shoulders to my back, coated with warm oil that smelled of rich, exotic spices. He massaged deeply into the muscles of my back, shoulders, and arms. Over my buttocks and down my thighs and calves. His strong hands worked the oil into the soles of my feet and in between my toes. As his hands moved over my skin, he firmly pressed against small pressure points that released every slightest bit of trepidation.

“Roll over,
baby,” he softly ordered, and I lethargically complied. I watched as he poured some more oil into his hands, rubbing his palms together to warm it, and then began at my feet, slowly and methodically moving up my legs, firmly kneading the deep tissues along my sensitive thighs. Every so often, he’d touch me in a way that drew a gasp or a moan from deep inside. His hands worked my hips, across my ribs, over my breasts, and up to my shoulders.

I almost felt like I was floating as he
straddled me and softly kissed my lips. He was still fully clothed, and the scrape of coarse denim on my warm, sensitive skin increased the intense decadence of my naked and vulnerable state.

Then he reached beside him
for a large, coarse coil of deeply plum-colored rope. Almost black. Holding it in one hand, he held out his other, beckoning to me. I placed my palm in his, and he slid his fingers to my wrist and pulled firmly, guiding me to sit upright as he moved back off the bed.

“On your knees, legs apart,” he commanded gently.

Unthinking, only obeying, I tucked my legs beneath me, knees spread wide. The cool air of the room hit my warm, wet center and I shivered with anticipation.

Kian stepped around to the side of the bed and moved onto it behind me. He gently
positioned my arms at my back, weaving them into the rope, occasionally bringing the rough purple binding around my torso as well – across my waist, just under my breasts – until he’d bound my arms tightly all the way up. The rough texture of the natural fiber burned ever so slightly where it ran across my skin, and my eyes drifted closed with the heady sensation. From my upper arms, his fingers deftly twisted the rope over my shoulders. He moved off the bed, back in front of me, and braided the fibrous purple cord down between my breasts, teasing the sensitive skin.

“Look at me,
Brynn,” he asked gently, and I complied, hypnotized by the tender look in his eyes. His fingertips brushed along my cheek, down my neck to trace the ropes between my exposed breasts, along my ribs and down to my hip, eliciting a gasp from my lips. My nipples peaked painfully, and tremors coursed through me with every faint touch. “You okay?” Kian murmured.

“I’m good,” I breathed out
shakily. His head lowered slowly until his lips captured one of my nipples, and I let out a deep moan as I watched him draw at my breast with an unyielding force. The warmth of his large hands settled at my hips, then slid up and around my back. His fingers pressed along woven rope at my spine, sending shocks of sensation through my body, while his lips rigorously teased my hardened, sensitive peaks.

Lifting his head,
he began to work the rope down my hips and dipping between my legs, intertwining it and positioning it alongside, but not quite touching, my aching center.

“Let’s
lay you back,” Kian said softly as he lifted me slightly, gently settling me on the soft blankets. His lips trailed low across my stomach, dipping to just faintly lick up across my sex, and I moaned raggedly with the touch. Deftly, his fingers continued as he inhaled my scent and lightly blew a cool breath over my clit, twisting the rope just above before he bent one of my knees, placing my foot on the bed near my ass.

“Still okay, baby?” he whispered against my wet flesh.

“Yes,” I whimpered listlessly. “Please.”

I had no idea what I
begged for. Just…
more
. Of everything. Of whatever he was doing to me.

The ropes continued to trail around my
bent leg, tightening my ankle up close to my body. The whole time, Kian’s mouth drifted across my bare sex, nipping slightly at the sensitive flesh. His lips began to descend along the inner thigh of my other leg which spread straight out, and he wove the rope along the length of it. The rough scrape of the raw fibers and the smooth slide of his tongue combined in a heady sensation that warmed and tantalized me. Down to my feet, wrapping across my toes.

Lost in the
confines of the rope, the entire world seemed fuzzy and distant. And then I felt the gentle pull as he began to lift me, supported by the heavy beam above, and everything ceased to exist altogether. There was only the binding and Kian’s mouth as I floated above the bed. Confining and tender, holding me tightly as he tasted my flesh.

“Look at me, Brynn,” he whispered
as he straightened, and my eyes fluttered open to see the deep blue of his hotly gazing down at me. “You with me?”

I nodded faintly, murmuring my response, but my voice felt thick and
I could barely form the words. Twists of the coarse rope wove a pattern down my spine, along my arms, and across my breasts, just above my sex. Every squirm and writhe sent a shiver through me. My body was floating, suspended. My aching pussy on display before him. I felt so incredibly vulnerable... but with Kian I was never afraid.

“
Such a good girl,” Kian huskily whispered. “My pretty Brynn.”

His
lips trailed down my straightened thigh towards my receptive center, and he licked so deep inside me. His tongue swirled in my depths, teasing me and bringing me higher, before his lips closed around my swollen clit with a heady suction. A passionate rush of ecstasy surged inside me. My body pushed against the restraints as I came closer to the cusp of release. I was so close, almost there and about to shatter beneath his lips when they suddenly left my clit, ripping a pained sob from my throat. He straightened above me for a moment to test the ropes, checking the tautness, perfecting the arrangement of my trembling body trapped in the bonds.

“Shhh…” he murmured. “Patience, Brynn.”

Feeling outside of myself
, I watched as he tested the warmth of my fingertips and toes, then he smiled down at me and lowered his head again. I moaned as his tongue dipped into my soaking wet center, moving down between the round curves of my ass to tease the tight bud. It was shocking and incredible, so naughty and erotic that I could only tremble and beg for more.

His tongue dipped again into my wet pussy, drawing the moisture
down to my ass, and after a particularly heavy stroke, I felt a penetrating finger begin to work its way inside my tight rear entrance. Stretching and pushing deeper, wrenching a thick moan from my throat.

"Are you okay,
baby?" Kian asked, his lips pressed low on my stomach.

I nodded shakily.

“You have to tell me, Brynn. Do you like this?”

I nodded again with a sob.

“Say it,” he growled.

“
Yes!” I cried out. “Oh God, yes.”

“
That's my girl.”

And then he was gone.
I felt shattered, dying to come, so close and at his mercy. The twisted pull of the ropes fed my need to a frenzied state, and my suspended, writhing body pushed against the knotted areas to almost but not quite get me there. “Please,” I begged. “Oh Kian, please.”

A
rustle of clothing sounded over me, slow and deliberate, and the crinkle and tear of a foil packet. I could barely open my eyes, but focused with heavy lids on his bare chest and thick arms. His hands steadied my hips as I squirmed in the bonds for hits of sensation from the pressure of the rope. And, finally, his wide, hot length pressed into my aching pussy, tortuously slow, but amazingly powerful. With long, even strokes, Kian began to fuck me slowly, so in control and forcing me to feel every inch, every pulse and twitch of his cock. Withdrawing almost entirely before filling me again.

“Oh fuck, B
rynn,” he groaned from above me, an expression of sheer bliss on his hard-angled face. “You're so hot around me, milking me. Fucking exquisite.”

One of his
hands teased its way down my bent leg and across the rounded curves of my backside. As his cock continued to push smoothly in and out of my pussy, a single finger began to press inside the tight ring of muscle below, and he began to pump his thick finger in and out of my ass.

The two sensations combined, blooming through me, and then it all
exploded inside me. I was sobbing and swearing, completely mindless, only cognizant of the vision of his perfect masculinity. Of his dual penetration of me, the deep eroticism that pulled another orgasm from the first. A third from the second. Each time I shattered below him, he slowed to progressively build up the pace again. My body was wrapped in the ropes, purely his to be used as he willed. At long last, as I detonated beneath him yet again, he growled out an animalistic throaty moan and shuddered to a halt above me.

Thoroughly dazed,
I floated in the ropes, deeply warm and secure inside their pattern across my skin. The wetness of my excitement dripped down my ass. From time to time, I’d feel the tender brush of Kian’s fingers, tenderly caressing the intricate weave of deep purple that covered my waist, hips, and thighs. All too soon, he slipped out of me and gently lowered me to the bed to loosen the ropes, releasing my body. A chill slowly crept inside, invading my warm comfort.

“No,” I moaned incoherently.

“It’s time to come out now, baby,” he whispered.

“No,” I again breathed brokenly. “Please
, Kian…”

“
Shhh… I’ve got you, Brynn.”

As the ropes fell from my limbs,
he guided them back to a natural position, caressing and massaging my arms and legs. A year’s worth of tears began to pour from my eyes. The pain spilled forth, released along with the bonds. By the time Kian had pulled the last of the cording from me, I was sobbing to the point that I could barely breathe.

He lifted me gently, wrapping me tightly in his arms, tucking me close to his chest.
I continued to weep; the emotion inside me was too rampant, too strong.

Kian held me and kissed my forehead. His calming voice whispered to me, telling me he had
me, that he’d take care of me. Telling me to let out the fear and the pain and that he’d kiss away my tears.

He told me I was
breathtaking.

He told me I was brave
.

He told me I was his.

“Yes,” I breathed back at him as my eyes drifted closed.

Because I was
.

Enervated
and weak, I began to fade as exhaustion crept up around me, pulling me into the night. My soul lifted freely and my mind let all the pain and fear fade away.

Wrapped in the comfort of his arms, I slept.

Kian

A golden light of the rising sun slowly began to f
ill the room with warmth. I couldn’t move away, couldn’t bring myself to leave the luscious naked body that had curled up against my chest.

So I held her, breathed her in.
Glided my fingertips down her back, over her arms. After some time, her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me.

“Good morning,” I murmured and pressed a soft kiss to her temple
.

“Good morning,” she whispered back.

“Did you sleep good, baby?” It was hard to read her emotion. She was still only half awake, her eyes faintly puffy and luminous from her tears the night before. But I thought it might be best to get her processing everything that happened slowly, as she came awake, still floating down from the trance-like state that she’d hit when she’d been bound.

Her brow furrowed for a moment as she thought, and her teeth caught her lower lip. “I did, actually.” Her voice matched the slightly bewildered look in her eyes. “
No bad dreams. It’s been a while since that’s happened.”

“I think you let a lot out last night, a lot that has been eating you up inside,” I offered. “Taking you out of the ropes, it was like it released the pain. Let
ting it flow out of you.”