"I can do that." She smiled. "Will I still be in the pearls?"
"No. I will take them off in just a moment. Don't move unless I tell you to, though." Running my palms up her raised arms, I slowly undid the pearl restraints. As each came undone, I placed them around her neck, replacing the strand she'd left behind. Once she was released, I started with the rope. It wasn't a fast process to get her tied up the way I wanted, but if I kept her distracted and talking there was no reason she couldn't do it.
"Is this going to hurt?" she asked after I'd wrapped the rope around her stomach a few times, knotting it as I went.
"No. If it does, tell me right away," I reassured her as I kept working on the intricate knots.
"Will you ever tell me your name?" She wasted no time getting to the questions I knew were coming.
"One day."
"Can I see your face?" She didn't hesitate at all.
"Soon." I still hadn't figured out how, so I couldn't say more than that.
"Have I seen you before? You know, outside of here?"
"You have." I smiled. She was trying to piece everything together.
"Have we spoken?"
"No." I knew that'd give me away almost instantly. Not all that many men had the British accent I was unable to get rid of. Plus, she'd heard my voice so much I was sure she'd be able to identify me just from that.
"What is so special about your job that you won't tell me what it is?" she asked after a moment of thought.
"Let's just say that not everyone likes what I do and I didn't want that to get in the way of us getting to know each other."
"Are you a lawyer? No one likes lawyers." She smirked even as she asked, which made me laugh.
"No. Not a lawyer. I can't stand them either. Unless they are saving me from angry clients." As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I'd let slip something I hadn't meant to. Instead of letting it show, I kept working with the rope as if I'd meant to share that I had clients.
"I can only imagine. I know I've dealt with some horrible clients. Thankfully they can't really come after me for anything, but in other situations I could see how they would be absolutely the last person I wanted to deal with." She sighed as I tightened a knot, securing one of her wrists to her body. Her eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment before slowly opening again. Her voice was noticeably relaxed when she asked, "I thought I was getting a punishment — this doesn't feel like punishment."
"No, not a punishment, Precious. I would never lay a hand on you in anger. This is not a time for discipline, but a reminder of all that we have together." As I secured her other wrist, effectively restraining her, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. Knowing that I was in control of her body in every aspect gave me the same rush that a sub got from handing over their control. The adrenaline rush knowing I was in charge — I am the master.
I could see Alix was in subspace from the slowed blink of her eyes and relaxed body. Scooping her into my arms, I carried her to the bed. Brushing my hand over her cheek, I smiled back when a lazy smile tilted her beautiful lips. Slowly, I began to remove the bondage from her— it had served it’s purpose. Simply having rope restrict a submissive’s movements was all it took to most to subspace. Seeing the rope release her, but leave behind the rugged marks was quite possibly the sexiest thing I’d ever seen on Alix. A sign of her submission etched on her skin for everyone to see.
Once all of the rope was removed, I made sure all four pearl necklaces were still around her neck before sitting next to her on the bed. Placing one of her hands on the necklaces, I made sure she knew they were there.
"These are to replace the one you left behind. I am now going to remove the leather version, as I'd much rather see my woman draped in pearls than strapped down in leather." I carefully took the leather collar from her neck. Even though she had marks all along her torso from the rope, I was still slightly disappointed that the leather collar didn't leave additional marks on her. She could never have too many marks on her to show everyone that she was mine. Sadly the rope marks would only last for a few hours at most. The marks left on her mind would last much longer. There is nothing as special as the first time you let someone restrict your movement. The fact that you trust someone enough to tie you up and that the person doing the tying up has earned that level of trust, creates a unique bond.
I didn't know if Alix understood everything I was trying to show her, but I was willing to illustrate again if she missed anything. I wanted her to ask questions that came to her mind, not me telling her things that didn't matter to her.
Alix simply nodded when I told her about the pearls — still flying in subspace. After admiring her beauty and the red marks on her creamy skin for a few minutes longer, I flicked off the lights and joined her in the bed. Tucking her close to my chest, her small palm lifted to rest above my pounding heart as a relaxed sigh brushed against my skin. My cock was throbbing for attention, but that wasn't part of the plan. The lesson of the night was about control and I wasn't going to let mine slip because my dick wanted in her tight pussy.
Releasing the knot on the blindfold, I removed it from her eyes. Wetness met my chest when the silk moved. Tears? Immediately, I sat up so I could rub my thumbs under her eyes. Sure enough, there were more tears there.
"Precious, why are you crying?" I asked stroking her hair.
"It was just so beautiful." She gave a short laugh and reached up to swipe at her face, but I beat her.
Using my lips, I removed every tear I could find. It was my pleasure to kiss tears off her.
"Can I ask one favor?" Alix asked, reaching up to hold my wrist as I cupped her cheek.
"Anything." The single word was out before I even thought it through.
"Will you hold me until I fall asleep?" she whispered.
"Absolutely." I lay down and pulled her close again. Her breath on my chest, her weight resting against me, relaxed me. As I ran my hand over and through her hair, I found myself fighting to keep my eyes open. When her breathing slowed and deepened, I told myself it was time to get up. The scent of her was wrapped around me, the heat of her body seeped into mine and I was captive to her unintentional spell. Before I could put up a good fight, I was fast asleep with my woman wrapped in my arms.
Chapter 21
Alix
Rolling over, I realized that I was not in my own bed. There was too much space. The sheets were softer than the ones I owned. Sitting up, I looked around the barely-lit room only to realize that I was still in the room where Master and I had played. I couldn't believe that I had slept — normally I dozed off, but never for more than a few minutes. From the way fogginess in my head, a few hours had to have passed. Feeling around the massive bed, I found I was alone in it. Not what I was hoping for.
I quickly ran my fingers through my tangled hair before climbing from the bed. Since I was nude, I wrapped the sheet around my body and took the few steps needed to bring me to the dressing room, the tail end of the sheet dragging along the floor behind me. I entered the small room hoping that at least my coat was still there, which it was. Although I had left it on the floor, it was hanging on a hook on the wall. Dropping the sheet, I reached for the coat. My own reflection caught my eye in the mirror. The multiple strands of pearls draped around my neck looked incredibly elegant even though they were the only things on my body. In fact, they were so beautiful, I dropped my arm and stared at myself for a few moments. There was more color in my cheeks than normal, my hair sleep-tousled; the faint lines from where Master had wrapped his ropes around me were still visible. I was almost beautiful. Delicately, I ran my fingers up one arm to touch the rope marks. Just seeing them reminded me of Master and the feeling of his hands on me.