Unbind My Heart (37 page)

“Get down,” T roared.  “Belly crawl to the desk and get behind it, Lex, and for Christ’s sake, keep your head down.”

It took her only seconds and once there, she crouched low to the floor. An eerie quiet encompassed the lobby.

“T? What’s happening?”

When he didn’t respond, she took a quick peek—she couldn’t help it.  Glancing around the corner of the huge reception desk, she saw T, weapon drawn and targeted out the window. Beyond him, she saw Victor lying motionless on the ground, his white fedora lying next to him covered in blood.  That was surprising enough, but past him, about thirty feet away, stood a brunette, green eyes blazing with emotion.  It was Mara, her stance mirrored T as she stood facing them with her gun drawn. Time to Lexie seemed to stop, the three of them frozen amidst the chaos. Her mind whirled. Mara had shot Victor, but where was the other man with the gun?  A siren wailing in the distance seemed to start the clock again, as everyone stirred at once.

“Mara!” Lexie cried out, starting forward.

“Stay where you are, Lexie or I’ll find rope and tie you in knots so convoluted even Jonas won’t be able to get them loose.”

“But Mara—”

“I know, honey.  But there is only one of me and I can hardly see straight.” Turning toward her as he spoke, she saw the helplessness in his eyes.  “I can’t protect you both, Lexie, and right now you’re priority number one.”

When Lexie looked back across the street, she caught a brief flash of Mara’s white T-shirt as she limped toward a dark alley across the way.  In an instant, she was gone.

“
God help her,” she prayed aloud

A gentle breeze blew across her skin as she floated weightless and free.  Basking in the warmth of the overhead lights, Lexie imagined herself soaring like a sea bird over the ocean shore.  Yielding to Jonas’ mastery and the seduction of his ropes, she floated in a state of sublime intoxication—
nawa yoi
—what Jonas called “rope drunk.”  She was completely at ease basking in the ropes that bound and held her suspended several feet in the air. 

Leisurely revolving at little more than a snail’s pace, Lexie watched through half-lidded eyes as a glittering seascape meandered by.  With her head thrown back, the scene around her was inverted.  In her topsy-turvy world, the sea-green waves seemed to hover inexplicably over the cloudless cerulean sky.  Too relaxed to care, she smiled languidly at her altered reality. 

A few moments later, after completing a half revolution, the peaceful scene gave way to beams of bright light shining down from above, or was it up from below, she couldn’t be sure, but it left the world beyond them in darkness.  It reminded her of a play she’d done back in high school, where the spotlights illuminated the scene playing out on stage while casting the audience into blackness.  The same could be said for Jonas, who skillfully created a world so sensual and exquisite that its brilliance outshone the harshness of reality, consigning it to the background if only for a while. 

A quarter turn later, she caught a glimpse of a woman in flowing yellow silk.  She seemed to float above the floor, the matching yellow ropes binding her in suspension.  Against the backdrop of the seascape, the entire scene was reminiscent of the morning sun rising over the ocean.

If she hadn’t been fully aware that it was her own body in suspension, Lexie wouldn’t have recognized the beautiful woman reflected in the mirror as herself.  She had to admit her pose was exquisite.  On her back, her body bowed in a graceful arc with arms stretched over her head in utter abandon. The arc continued to the ended of her gently pointed toes. The ropes that bound her trunk were spaced at exact intervals—at knee, thigh, hip, waist, above and below her breasts—also supported her in full suspension.  The only breaks in the smooth, symmetrical line of her pose was the upward jut of her breasts and the bend of one leg as it flexed toward the ceiling at a sharp angle.  Her calf was bound to her thigh by the intricately coiled and knotted ropes.

The pose, which was beautifully unique, made her tightly bound body the perfect foil for what Jonas had left unbound and free.  Her golden brown hair swept toward the floor, the strands fluttering gently as she turned.  The elegant lines of her unrestrained arms and her naturally graceful fingers were held softly like a dancer’s. One leg was in stark contrast to its pair as it reached freely toward, but not quite meeting, the floor. Lastly, a narrow scrap of silk, woven beneath the ropes like a sash running from shoulder to hip, beautifully enhanced her exquisite form, the ends left to flow loosely like her hair. 

Jonas was indeed an artist, creating an evocative dissonance of contrasting lines and curves, of free-flowing whimsy and erotic bondage. His imagination and skill instilled a sense of pride in her as well as a humbleness that he would include her in his project.  Feeling a sense of completeness, Lexie took a deep breath and relaxed further into her restraints and her pose. 

Nearby, her Master spoke.  “What color are you, Lexie?”

“I am an exquisitely tranquil green.”

He chuckled, “You are perfect, as well.”  His hand stroked over her unbound thigh in a light caress as he stopped her body’s rotation.  “Only a few more minutes, my love, then we will dismiss the crowd and the camera so we can get on with the private, more intimate activities we discussed, yeah?”

“I am very much looking forward to that, Master.”

Jonas had convinced Lexie to hold this combination photo shoot/demonstration at The Club.  Although set up in room nine, he’d set the stages so well that it resembled the sunny warm shores of the Pacific, rather than his club dojo. The scent of the cocoa filled the air from the lotion he’d massaged into her skin beforehand. Although the purpose was to reduce chafing, it added realism to the dream. Combined with the heat from the lights and the breeze from the fan, the scene evoked a seamless sense of sand and surf.  If not for the tireless whirr and click of the camera and the hushed whispers of their audience, once Jonas had her soaring, Lexie was hard pressed to believe she was anywhere else

He’d planned for several objectives to be met tonight.  First, Jonas was fulfilling the many requests by the persistent membership, who had been pestering him for a demonstration.  Due to the limited space, he had to turn many away. The audience invited included his students, interested Shibari practitioners, potential candidates for training and the other club masters.   It was standing-room-only inside the large room as well as by the open windows.  Before he’d begun, he’d called for absolute silence and announced that observers who could not adhere to this rule would be immediately ejected, courtesy of Master Dex and Master T.  From the occasional whispers and hushed voices she’d heard at the beginning, Lexie knew they had been called upon to remove more than one disrespectful chatterbox. 

The second objective was to move forward with their project.  Next on the list, capturing Lexie’s first suspension on film.  She’d been nervous leading up to the big night, telling Jonas she was afraid her tension might show on camera and leave her looking stiff or uneasy.  He had told her to let him worry about things like that;  that setting the stage and getting her in the right frame of mind was his job, in addition to posing and binding her to perfection.  Her only responsibility was submission. 

Having worked her way up from floor work to semi-suspensions, tonight’s first full suspension reflected the progress they had made in a short time.  Trusting him implicitly, she had given herself into his skilled hands in preparation for tonight.  She’d worry about more restrictive and inverted poses some time later, although everything he had done to her so far had been deliciously thrilling and wonderfully satisfying.

That brought her to the final objective of the evening, which in Lexie’s mind was the primary reason for having a scene at The Club in the first place.  Lexie had disclosed to Jonas her recurring fantasy of being taken by him while suspended.  Tonight he planned to make it a reality, which were the “private, more intimate activities” he had referred to. 

As she anticipated what would come next, she heard movements around her, muffled voices, whispers and some laughter, but it all seemed to be fading out on the periphery.  The lights switching off abruptly, caught her attention.  Twisting her neck from side to side, she searched for Jonas.  Unable to locate him right away, she became concerned and curled her upper body forward, reaching for the ropes with both hands. 

“Be still, Sunshine, I’m seeing Seth out.”  His voice came to her with calm reassurance and helped her locate him in the dim light of the room.  He was closing the door behind Seth, who looked like he was done for the night, the black camera bag over his shoulder a good sign.

Watching Jonas move about the room, she was glad to see him closing the blinds, blocking the view of the few remaining pairs of inquisitive eyes.  He also went to a wall panel where he adjusted some knobs, turning on several wall sconces.  She could actually see him now, his handsome features in full view.

“You did great, baby, so responsive, obeying all my commands.  You were beautiful in your submission.”  He walked toward her, stopping at the edge of the backdrop and picking up two lengths of rope.  “Obedient up until the end, that is.”

“What?”

“You broke one of my suspension rules, a very important one at that.”

“Um—” Her hazy, sensually drugged mind raced through the rules they had reviewed earlier that day.  “I spoke without permission and forgot to call you master?”

“That sounds like a question.  Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Asking?”

He shook his head, a slight upturn of his lips telling her she’d screwed up again by asking.

“I was definitely asking.  Please tell me what I did wrong.”

“You did speak without permission, but we were in between scenes while I saw the others out.  I’m really not that much of a hardass.  So, what else did you do is the next question.”

“I’m sorry; I’m not sure.”

He looked at her pointedly, his gaze deliberately tracking to her hands that gripped two of the suspension ropes at the knots.  She gasped, unaware she had even done it.

“I see you figured it out.  Tell me why I don’t want you doing that.”

“Um, because I might mess things up?”

He huffed a little laugh.  “You keep answering my questions with more questions, baby.  Obviously I didn’t cover this sufficiently in class.”  His gaze became mildly reproachful as he looked at her. “More likely you weren’t paying attention.”

“I can’t be held responsible for your lectures while I’m in rope space, Master. That’s just not fair.”

“Hm, that’s true, in your case especially.”  He traced his fingers along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.  Thinking that also wasn’t fair; she breathed deeply, trying to maintain control.

“Release the knots and lie back, then you can tell me what you do remember from class.”

“Who said D/s was fair?  In a power exchange, someone always holds the winning hand. In our game, I hold a royal flush.” Bending, his lips grazed her thigh, his mouth and tongue teasing lightly as they moved slowly down to her knee.  He chuckled, as she shivered and moaned.

“You are wicked, Master.”

“Yes, and you love me all the more for it.  Now, release the knots and lie back, then you may tell me what you do remember from class.”

As he spoke quietly, he began to work his magic by looping and knotting the jute around her free ankle.  He efficiently attached the end to the suspension ring overhead so that her leg was lifted straight upward. Both legs were now restrained and positioned so that she was exposed from the top of her slit to her tight bottom hole.  Lexie could feel the waft of cool air against her heated, damp flesh. A glance in the mirror revealed her pink flesh and bare cheeks were on erotic display.  Thank goodness he didn’t use this pose earlier with the audience. 

“Are you thinking about your answer, Lexie, or have I lost you already?”

Her eyes shifted away from his busy fingers and she glanced up into his face.  “What?”

He grinned at her, “Yeah, I’ve lost you.”  Jonas captured her chin, holding her face still with a cupped hand at her jaw.  “Let me educate you, dorei.  I don’t want you touching the ropes because some have quick release safety knots, and if you accidentally pull them, you could end up head first on the hard floor.  Or you might tighten them so that they’re difficult to get off quickly, if needed.”

“Oh! For my safety then.”

“Exactly, so don’t do it again, baby.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.  Now put your hands together. I’ll give you a rope you can pull on as hard and as often as you want while I fuck you.”

Her quickly indrawn breath and her immediate compliance had him grinning.  He bound her wrists together in a flash, tying the ends to the suspension ring with the others.  She was now bound at seven suspension points; the only unbound part left was her head.

“One more thing I want to try tonight,” he said as he held up a pair of yellow chopsticks.  “Have you ever seen these before?”

“Um, yeah, at the China Wok Express downtown. They have the best Tai Chien chicken.”

With the rubber-tipped end, he reached out and grazed her nipple, meeting her gaze directly.  She could tell by his arched brow that he was expecting her to get his message.  As he abraded the taut bud, flicking it back and forth, he asked, “Now, can you tell what these are for?”

Swallowing, she licked her lips before stating boldly, “We’re getting carry-out?”

His hand connected with her bare ass as he barked with laughter.  He applied five more sharp smacks as she squealed, laughing all the while.  “Stop, Jonas!  I was kidding.  They’re some kind of nipple clamps.”

He stopped, rubbing her tingling butt as he muttered, “Smartass,” but he was grinning and his words carried no bite.  Their laughter continued until the hand at her bottom slid between her thighs and he dipped a finger into her heat.  Her amusement turned to groans of pleasure, especially when he began to glide in and out of her slickness.   

“You’re wet and ready for me as always, baby. So fuckin’ hot.  In a minute, I’m going to take you hard while you’re bound and suspended in my ropes, unable to move a single muscle except for these soft ones gripping me tight.”  He pulled his fingers out, patting her warm cheeks as she whimpered.  “First, you owe me more than a few puny swats for all that sass and disobedience, don’t you think?”

His fingers came to her nipples, pinching and rolling both at once.  Bending, he took one peak between his lips, working it until it was hard and glistening with wetness.  Afterward, he took up the chopsticks and placed one on either side of her nipple.

“By adjusting these bands on each end, I can change the pressure.  The closer to the center, the more bite you’ll feel.”  Jonas rolled the bands toward the center incrementally, until she hissed at the pinch of pain.  He eased off a bit and repeated the process on the other side.  When he clamped the second, it pinched as hard as the first, and a small whimper was his sign to back off a touch.  After a moment, the initial bite settled into a warm tightness radiating through her body, which ended with a little jolt on her already tingling clit.