Bound by Lust by Shanna Germain

emotions across your face; the way the muscle in your jaw tensed; the way your eyes never,
ever left mine. I loved the juxtaposition of your strength and vulnerability, and the way your lips parted around the word please.
    I kissed you.
    I leaned over and breathed in the heady smell of your sweat and arousal and cologne and I kissed you; swept my tongue into the heat of your mouth and slipped my hand beneath yours on your cock. You came for me, and I swallowed the sound with my mouth.
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    Four: Draw the rope between the legs, and upward to pass through the loop at the top of the small of the back.
    I’ve been quick and efficient while knotting the front of the harness, but I take my time now, drawing the long length of rope through this loop on your back. The rope transmits sensation, and so even the slight vibration of rope passing over rope echoes in your swelling cock. You moan softly, and I press my lips against the skin between your shoulder blades, where I imagine, if you were an angel, you’d have wings.
    â€œHave you ever been bound, Joshua?”
    Three weekends and as many spankings later, you’d painted your way through the master bath, guest room and bath, and were preparing to paint my office. You were naked from the waist up, and I was sitting at my desk, watching the play of muscle beneath your gold-hued skin, admiring your forearms and biceps, your shoulders and chest, the wide, beautiful expanse of your back.
    â€œYes, Ma’am.” You’d smiled at me, a perfect slash of white across your handsome young face. “My girlfriend in college used to tie me to the bed when we had sex.”
    We hadn’t had sex yet. I’d watched you come in the aftermath of each spanking, either by my hand or your own, and I’d
come too, later though, after you’d gone home. The hesitation was mine; I think even then I’d worried about the shy adoration in your eyes. You were so young, nearly fourteen years junior to my thirty-nine, and young enough still to dream dreams of forever and ever when I didn’t believe anymore.
    Still though, you were under my skin whether I admitted it or not, and any reservations I had were inexorably overshadowed by desire.
    â€œBelts and scarves tied to the bed frame?” You nodded. “How would you like to try something different?”
    Japanese rope bondage, I’d explained as you stripped off your jeans and boxers, had a much greater aesthetic appeal and could be used either to immobilize or simply to decorate.
    â€œFor example,” I’d said, fashioning a simple diamond-weave body harness from your neck to your groin, “I could use this harness as a base for more elaborate bondage, but it’s also comfortable enough to be worn for an extended period of time.”
    You had a slightly glazed look in your eyes and a fair-sized erection by the time I’d finished, and I tweaked your nipple to get your attention.
    â€œHuh?” You returned to me.
    â€œPut your jeans back on, Joshua; you’ve got a room to paint.”
    â€œBut—” A pained look crossed your face, but a stern look and a raised eyebrow stopped your words before they could escape.
    â€œYes Ma’am,” you said. It was a bit sulky, but I let it pass and settled back into my desk chair to work. Well…to work, and to watch you.
    And when you’d finished the room to my satisfaction, a task made difficult, I know, by the slight but constant shifting and pulling of the harness against your skin, you weren’t the only one in a heightened state of arousal.

    I took your hand and led you to my bedroom, pressed you down into the softness of my bed. I stripped off your jeans, caressing your cock and balls briefly before producing four additional lengths of rope. I tied each length into a simple restraint, securing first your wrists and then your ankles to the bed so that you lay spread-eagled before me.
    Already your eyes were