Total pages in book: 172
Estimated words: 155984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
He indicated several very thick rounded poles that looked as if they were made of bamboo. If they were, she’d never seen bamboo that thick. “I want to work with those, stretching your leg or both legs on them and suspending you in the air, so the splits are important. You have to be comfortable in that stretch for long periods of time. It’s important to hydrate. I can’t express that enough. You have to take care of your body, Flambé. And you have to talk to me. I know what I’m doing but if one day you’re feeling fatigued or you’ve injured yourself while working, you have to let me know. I can’t put you in a position that might make that injury worse. In other words, you don’t stay silent just to please me. That won’t please me, plamya, it will piss me off.”
She nodded. “I understand.”
“I put a bottle of water on the nightstand for you. Use the bathroom and then drink water. You need to always be hydrated. That’s your job when I call you to me. Prepare yourself. Once you’re trained, I might want to suspend you from the ceiling. I might choose to put you in any number of poses using any type of rope or a combination of ropes. You will be expected to remain in the position until I choose to allow you out of it.”
Her sex clenched wildly in response to his demands. She nodded to show him she was listening because she was afraid she might not be able to speak.
“You saw me at the club. That was entirely different. There I needed to get in and get out. Here, with you, I intend to indulge myself. My cravings. My desires. Fulfill every one of my fantasies as well as work out the various positions I’ve always wanted to try when I had my own woman. Look at me, Flambé.”
She forced herself to meet his eyes. The things he said made her entire body flush with heat and he could see it. He could also smell her arousal.
“I will make certain you will know pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever experienced. I sound selfish, but if this wasn’t something you wanted or needed, we would not be doing it.”
She knew if they weren’t compatible, she would be one of those women in the club he walked away from and never looked back at, leopard or not. She still wasn’t certain what he intended to do after they had sex—if he intended to have sex with her after tying her. She nodded her head to show she understood, but she couldn’t have said a word if she tried.
“Tonight, I’m going to show you two different rope textures and what it feels like to be tied. I want to see how well you cope. Some people think they will like it and then reality hits when they realize they’re entirely at the mercy of the one tying them and they panic.”
She immediately got to her feet, her heart beating fast. She had wanted this for so long but now that the moment was getting close, she suddenly was becoming fearful and she wasn’t certain why. He had put a subtle emphasis on the word mercy and that mask he wore proclaimed he didn’t have much mercy in him. He had also said he would put her in a position until he chose to let her out of it. She wanted that, but it was a scary thought. Everything she wanted from him was frightening.
Flambé hurried to the master bath and closed the door behind her, leaning against it on unsteady legs. The room was enormous, with long double sinks and the coolest shower she’d ever seen in her life. It looked like something out of a movie, but she didn’t have time to examine it. She just hoped she could sneak in and use it sometime, just to see all the things it actually did behind all that glass.
She made certain she was clean everywhere and then realized she was stalling. She wasn’t going to let herself be so afraid that she missed her opportunity to try something she really wanted to do. As she re-entered the bedroom, she picked up the water bottle and drank from it. The cold water felt good on the back of her parched throat.
“I run the rope through my hands to make certain all the kinks are worked out and there are no splinters or anything that might be uncomfortable against your skin. Unless I want you uncomfortable, and then I use my artwork to make you that way, or the texture of the rope and positioning of the knots. I am extremely careful. I always will tell you ahead of time.”
She had been fascinated by the way he ran the rope through his hands and he’d noticed. He pointed to the spot in the middle of the room again and she obediently went without hesitation. There was something comforting in knowing what was expected of her this time. She stood directly beneath the hook where she knew at some point, he might suspend her in the air like some flying object with his rope and knots. Just the idea of it was almost enough to send her soaring, her blood rushing, heated and wanton.