Bondage Ranch 6: Taming the Mistress by Sindra van Yssel Page B

was now . It made sense, though, that Dane would feel that way. He promised instinct, not a plan, however well he knew his knots and took care of safe sex.
    “Of course,” he added as he got one ankle free. “Sometimes people can string a few moments, one after another, and make them into something more.”
    She closed her eyes as he untied her other ankle. She wasn’t sure she wanted to respond.

Chapter Six
    Dane heard a metallic click , followed by the turning of a key in the lock. The door opened, and Dane looked up to see Laera and Bruce. He recognized the other dom from a rope demo he had attended once. Sue didn’t appear to notice. He nodded to them and then lifted Sue so she was upright, facing away from them. As expected, her eyes opened, but she still seemed unaware of the presence of the others. By helping her sit, he preserved some of her decency. His own kilt had settled back into place naturally, and he wasn’t concerned about being seen naked anyway.
    Sue seemed relaxed, blissed out, and happy to be moved where he wanted. “No need to do anything, love,” he whispered. “Just relax.”
    Ignoring the visitors, he set about untying the rope around Sue’s breasts and arms. It had been on long enough that it was time for a change, and in any case, he sensed Sue had wanted to hold him earlier. A good cuddle seemed like a good idea to him. He debated freeing her entirely but instead wrapped the rope around her torso again, this time using a V extending from her shoulders to create a less constricting rope bra. The rope had created a headspace for Sue, and he didn’t want to break it.
    “You have beautiful fingers,” Sue told him. “I love the way they play with the rope. And with me.”
    He had thought her eyes were closed again, but she must have sneaked a peek. He kissed her softly on the neck. “They like you too.”
    “As much as the rope?”
    “Oh, more,” he said honestly. Her skin was soft and smooth, a contrast to the roughness of the hemp rope. “But the combination is delightful.”
    “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt rope on me.”
    “Too long?”
    He felt her tense slightly as she hesitated. Then she relaxed. “Too long,” she admitted. “I shouldn’t deny myself.”
    “It’s ironic, in a way, that you feel a mistress has to deny herself what she likes, isn’t it? What is unsubmissive about tying up someone who wants, or even orders, to be tied? If it’s merely the physical sensations you crave, Sue, I’m sure you could find a sub who would indulge your needs.” He felt his words were perfectly logical, and totally alien to the way he felt. He didn’t want anyone else tying her up, even though he had no claim on her. And he certainly didn’t want it to be entirely physical. He was a very physical person and loved touch and giving and receiving intense sensation, but mostly because they were a conduit to connecting with another human being.
    “Good point,” Sue said.
    Dane cursed himself silently for putting the idea in her head. He’d been hoping she’d say she wanted something more. But if that was truly all she desired, he hoped she found it. Just not horribly soon. He wrapped his arms around Sue and nuzzled against her neck. She smelled good. She purred. On an impulse, he licked, tasting her salty skin. Sex had been sweaty, the way it ought to be.
    He heard the click of the door. Laera and Bruce had retired to the outside of it. He would have sensed them if they were in the room. He relaxed his grip. Sue twisted in his arms, wrapping her own arms around his body. He helped her onto his lap with a firm hand on her bottom.
    She buried her head against his shoulder and rubbed the top of her head against his neck and chin. Her hair was silky smooth, and he gave in to the urge to run his hands through it. There were a few tangles, and he needed to be careful. There was a time for pain, and this wasn’t it.
    Having her naked in his lap was intensely pleasurable.