Nobody's Dream (94 page)

He lifted the bundle of rope and loosened it. It looked soft. He left her with no doubts as he rubbed the rope over her chest, her thighs, and stopped at her upturned knees before repeating the motions. She relaxed, feeling the silkiness of the rope on her skin. Goose bumps broke out over her entire body, even her scalp.

“Mmmm.”

She could let him do this all night. She closed her eyes and let him work his magic over her.

Magic fingers.

Magic hands.

Magic rope.

On his third pass over her body, he took the rope beyond her knees to her calves and then on to her ankles. He wrapped the rope loosely around her ankles and picked up her left foot. He kissed the instep and she shivered in anticipation. She loved when he played with her feet—and he seemed to enjoy it, too.

He kissed the back of each toe and then took his fingers and spread each toe open and closed several times, as if preparing her to accept the rope she knew would be threaded between them from the photo she had seen. Good thing she could control her body’s ticklish responses.

He rested that foot on his upper chest and picked up the other to perform the same tender motions. “Mmmm. That feels so good.”

He didn’t say anything, but placed another kiss on her instep before he put this foot on his shoulder and adjusted the other one to a similar height. She opened her eyes and found him staring at her sex. The spotlight must have revealed everything. She fought the urge to close herself off to him.

“Beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Her voice sounded breathless, not surprisingly. How else should she respond? She had never been so exposed to him before. Usually they played with each other or made love in dim lighting.

He reached out and spread her lips open, and her clitoris tingled as if he had touched her with more than his gaze.

“You just clenched. Made my cock throb remembering when you squeeze me inside you.”

She wanted him inside her. “Make love to me, Luke.”

He grinned. “I am.”

“No, I mean, I want you inside me again. I am now insatiable, I think.” She smiled.

“I sure can see how wet you are, but first, my lady asked me to tie her up.” He released her, closed her knees, and lowered her feet to the table. She felt disappointed until he picked up the rope again. She did want to feel the rope on her, too.
Then
they could make love.

She never wanted this night to end.

*     *     *

Tearing his gaze away from her fascinating core took self-control he didn’t know he possessed. That she had opened herself up to him and didn’t try to hide when he drank his fill told him she was comfortable in her own skin. Seeing how wet she was just from the feel of the rope and the way he had played with her feet promised a delightful session with her tonight.

“Keep your eyes closed, darlin’.”

Stroking her body with the linen rope had given him an erection that actually ached at the moment, but he wouldn’t be burying himself inside her just yet.

With everything going on today, he hadn’t had a chance to ask Adam about the rope tie she requested from his book on Shibari and macramé, but it looked more like the latter. Not that Luke cared. He just liked playing with rope. He’d try to replicate the tie as best he could from memory, but regardless he would make sure she enjoyed the hell out of her first rope session. First of many, he hoped. Man, he liked to play with rope.

Who would have thought only four months ago that they would be doing this now? Grinning, he caressed her thighs to her ankles before picking up the rope again. She hadn’t balked or squirmed when he spread her toes or ran his fingers between them a few minutes ago, so he figured she would be able to take having the rope there, too.

Fashioning a loop, he lassoed her pinky toe and she flexed her toes on both feet as if trying to give him better access.

“Lovely. Thank you.”

She giggled. Unable to prolong this any longer, he made quick work of lassoing each of her toes before doing a basket-weave pattern over the tops of her feet.

“How are you doing, baby girl?”

No response. He set her feet on the table and walked up to lean over her face. “Darlin’? Still with me?”

She opened her eyes and blinked in confusion. “I think I zoned out.” Her voice was husky and her pupils dilated.

He smiled. She must really be getting into it. At least she hadn’t been triggered. He bent and placed a kiss on her lips.

“Almost done,” he promised and went back to the end of the table.

“Do not rush on my account. I love the feel of the rope on my feet. I hope you have your camera out here. I want photos.”

“Don’t you worry.” Given how fascinated with his book, they might have to start their own private collection of photos.

He took the ends of the rope and finished pulling them through as he continued to weave a pattern over her joined feet. When finished, he wrapped the ends around her ankles similar to how he would do a hogtie.

But he didn’t plan to use that one tonight.

Luke ran his hands up her legs, over her knees, and down her thighs. Silky soft. He took a step back and surveyed the tie. Not like the photo, but beautiful nonetheless. The lighting seemed perfect to enable him to take photos without flash. He wanted the warm tone of her skin not to be washed out.

“I’m just going to snap a few shots to show you before we proceed.”

“Proceed? I thought you were finished.”

He chuckled. “Well, I’m finished with the tie, if that’s what you mean. But I have plans for other parts of your body tonight, too.”

“Oh.” The expectant tone in her voice made him anxious to move on, but first he would preserve the rope design.

The first few shots were taken from above her looking down, then one looking straight on, the curve of her ass on either side of her bound ankles. Hot, but tasteful. He put the camera down, not wanting to turn this into a porn shoot. But, damn, he needed to see her body.

“Draw your knees up to your chest, darlin’. The camera’s gone now. This is just for me to see.” She hadn’t even waited for him to explain his intent before lifting her legs.

She trusts me.

“I like when you look,
amor
. It excites me.”

He reached out and opened her to his gaze. “I can see that.” So wet. So ready.

“Having you playing with my feet and binding my ankles together excited me, too.”

Who was he kidding? Why stop at just looking? He needed to touch her, fill her. Luke came around to the side of the table and scooped her into his arms. She giggled.

As he carried her across the room, he asked, “What’s so funny.”

“I like my take-charge man.”

Jeezus.

“Good because we’re going to try a new position.”

“Another one?” She smiled.

“Remember the Kama Sutra. I don’t think we’ll run out of ideas for a long time.”

“Good.”

He laid her on the futon and went back to grab the pillows from the worktable. She raised herself up on her elbows to let him place them under her head.

“I hope you took lots of photos, but I’d like to see what it looks like before you take them off.”

“Who said anything about taking them off?”

Her mouth formed the cutest little O as she processed that information. But he remembered the mirror he had bought to back her artwork. “Stay put.”

“I am not going anywhere.” She lifted her bound feet over her hips and took a look. The lighting wasn’t the best in the corner, but she could still get the idea.

He returned with the four-by-two foot mirror and positioned it at the bottom of the bed. “Now, tent your knees again.” She did so. “Lift your head and look down at your feet’s reflection in the mirror.”

When she did, she scrutinized it for a while. Maybe she didn’t like it as much as the one she had in her mind.

“I had to—”

“That is very erotic looking. While everything is hidden, seeing the sides of my hips and the beautiful rope work… I can’t wait to see the photos.”

“Me, too, but I think the image is already seared on my brain.” He set the mirror against the wall and unhooked his belt buckle. Her gaze on his crotch made him harder as he slowly unzipped his jeans and worked them, along with his boxers, off his hips. Her appreciative smile was all he needed as an invite and he joined her in the bed. “Roll onto your left side and pull your knees to your chest again.”

He ran his hands over her side, hip, and thigh several times. Her moan told him she was ready for him, but he wanted to work her up to a frenzy. His hand slid to her butt and down to the downy curls covering her treasure. So wet. His first finger went in so easily, he didn’t hesitate to drive a second one home. He curled them to stroke her G-spot.

“Oh, yes!” He brought her to the edge and rolled her onto her back.

Kneeling near the foot of the bed, he placed her bound feet against his chest, keeping her butt lifted off the mattress. After dipping himself inside her and hearing her groan of frustration and need, he pumped his cock deeper inside her.

“¡Siiiiii!”

Sounded like he hit the right spot so he withdrew and pounded into her again and again. She grabbed onto his thighs as if not wanting to let him go.

No worries, darlin’. I’m not going anywhere.

As her mewling cries reached a fever pitch, he was ready to explode and reached between them to stroke her clit and send her screaming over the edge as they both came. He didn’t think he would ever stop pumping his seed inside her.

Mine.

His broken heart had finally found a home.

Epilogue

C
assie’s sight remained obstructed by the blindfold Luke had placed over her eyes before they drove off the ranch with Picasso and O’Keeffe in the trailer behind them. He had promised her a picnic and trail ride. She remembered him telling her once that their romance would be a slow trail ride, not a race. She certainly had been enjoying the pace and the view, but did not understand why he wanted to keep her literally in the dark today.

“Don’t you peek now, darlin’.” He sounded as if it was Christmas morning and he was filled with excitement for her to open his gift, but not wanting to spoil the surprise.

She shook her head and grinned. “I will not, but how much longer before we reach our destination?”

“Not your worry. A little anticipation is good for you. Just sit back, and enjoy the ride.”

His hand squeezed her thigh to reassure her. He had asked her to wear her flouncy skirt—and no bra or panties. Her face flamed, wondering who might be aware of her slightly indecent lack of apparel. But she did not care what anyone thought. He would not put her in a compromising or embarrassing situation.

Without being asked, she spread her legs for him. His hand remained on her thigh for the next few minutes before he slowly inched upward. She held her breath, waiting, anticipating his touch—

Her face grew warm. They had made love this morning, only a few hours ago, and they had come at the same time. How could she be ready for more already? She could not wait to return to the house because he promised to try a new Kama Sutra position soon.

His truck hit a rut, and her mound pressed against his hand. She groaned, aching to have him inside her.

“Hold on, Sweet Pea.”

She reached for his hand and pressed it firmly against her. “Only if you hold on
here
, cowboy.” He laughed at her nickname, but since they had brought Picasso and O’Keeffe with them, it seemed appropriate.

Where in the world was he taking her?

Luke placed his hand over hers and gave her a squeeze. “You aren’t peeking, are you?” His teasing brought a smile to her face.

“No, I am being a good girl.”

He chuckled, and she laid her head against his shoulder until another bump caused him to rub against her slit. Only he did not stop and let his finger enter her.

“
¡Sí!
There!” She tingled with awareness and need.

She could not believe how comfortable she was with Luke now. Touching all the time. Sure, there were times when his touch caught her off guard and triggered a bad memory, but he was so good at noticing them and quickly centering her in the moment.