Riding the Storm by Candace Blevins Page B

calming
her, before he trailed his hands down her legs to the ropes.
    It took a good five minutes for him to remove all of the
ropes except the ones holding her in reverse prayer, and he stopped to say,
“Your shoulders have been like this long enough, so I need to put you in a
different position. When I untie your hands I expect them to be placed in an X
across your chest to help relax your shoulders until I’m ready to tie them into
their next position. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    He removed the rope from around her wrists and she did as he
said, rolling to her back and crossing her arms over her chest to let the
muscles in her shoulders relax back into position.
    “When you’re ready, sit on the bed with your back to me. I
don’t know how much time your arms and shoulders will need to recover, so I’m
trusting you to be honest.”
    Kendra nodded, took a breath, moved into position, and sat
still as he doubled a section of rope, settled it around her throat, and tied a
knot in the back. He left plenty of give, and she wondered what ingenious sadistic
way he was going to restrain her this time — and even more, why she was
going to passively let him do it, knowing she’d once again be helpless when he
finished. It made no sense, and yet she couldn’t deny how turned on she was.
    “Please lie on your back in the middle of the bed, with your
head near the headboard.” She looked at him almost in a fog as she put his
words together enough to comply. He seemed to understand, and this time he
helped her get into position, even though she could have lifted him and thrown
him through the walls, if she’d wanted — and if her muscles weren’t so
dead set on obeying him.
    He situated her with the ropes so they were under her
shoulders and back, and came out at her side, below her hips. Eric used this
end of the rope to bind her right ankle near her right hip, and she immediately
understood his plan. If she kicked her legs around too much, she’d choke
herself. Once he had the right ankle secured, he did the same with the left,
and then he tied each wrist to the corresponding ankle.
    Finally, he wrapped what was left of the end of the rope
— and there was a lot — around her ankle and thigh, mummifying her
legs into shortened appendages.
    Even if her ankles hadn’t been bound to her neck, there was
no way she’d have been able to straighten her legs.
    He stopped and looked her over, and must’ve decided her
hands didn’t have enough rope, because he wrapped her wrists to the ankle/thigh
combination ropes again, just to be sure.
    “I’ll ask again, are the bindings okay? I don’t want you in
pain, just discomfort.”
    “Then you did good, Sir, as I’m uncomfortable as shit, but
nothing hurts.”
    His eyes flashed a warning, but he didn’t comment on her
language. She’d said Sir , so he must’ve decided not to insist on a
respectful tone of voice. Kendra was fairly certain he’d rectify the situation
with different rules before they played again, though.
    “You’ll tell me if there’s something I need to be aware of,
and if your bondage goes from uncomfortable to painful, I expect you to tell
me.”
    Eric made another trip to the chest, and retrieved an item
with the intent of not letting her see it. He sat between her knees, and she
moaned and rotated her hips as much as possible as his finger massaged around
her clit.
    “That’s it, Kendra. You’re probably about to explode, aren’t
you? I told you earlier, you can come whenever you want. I know you were close
when I was flogging you.”
    She was close, and she whined in complaint when he
removed his magical fingers, but he replaced them with his mouth and the world
melted into nothing as ecstasy streaked through her veins.
    Mid-orgasm, Eric pressed a lubed finger into her asshole,
moved his mouth enough to slide his tongue into her pussy, and proceeded to
slowly fingerfuck her ass.
    Unable stop him, Kendra came until she’d have