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When he was done, he hooked the loop to a carabiner clip he'd attached to the eye-hook just under the bottom edge of the wooden headboard.
The feature had been useful several times in the past when he used handcuffs and rope to restrict my movements. I missed his hand doing the job, but my pulse raced at the more secure method. It wouldn't get distracted in the throes of passion and accidentally release me.
One of the guys said it was a relief they didn't have to hide their secret anymore. They didn't even stop fucking while I gathered my stuff. I don't know how long it had been going on, but I hadn't signed up to be with someone who went behind my back like that. Who didn't have the decency to act embarrassed or apologize-even if she wasn't sincere-for cheating when she got caught.
" "Oh no, Chris.
Grateful for the respite, I tried to breathe in and out slowly while he folded the length in half and then proceeded to tie a chest harness on me. Whenever he did Shibari work, he seemed to zone out.
It was interesting to watch his face, although he usually started with my back to him so I only got to see him half of the time. Now with him doing it all from the front, I saw how his eyes seemed to lose focus on me from the onset. His mouth parted slightly, and a light sheen of sweat formed on his upper lip.
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I took a cold shower just to get you off my mind. Thought it had helped. But then I walked into your bedroom and saw what you were logged into. Hoped but didn't assume it was my profile.
The heat of his palm was palpable as it lingered over one nipple, which seemed to strain for his contact. I clutched at the couch cushion, but my nails just scraped the plush material. My eyes fluttered open, and I couldn't stop licking then pressing my lips together. When I arched to him, he pulled back. Moved to my hips where he stroked each curve and dip, tracing the bones underneath.
"Naughty, naughty. We'll have none of that. " He removed his hand from my shirt then rested the velvet-covered box on my stomach. There were soft clicking sounds while he spun the numbers on the lock and when the latch released.