Taming Lia – No Safeword Read Online Claire Thompson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
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“I took gymnastics when I was kid,” Lia said, keeping her legs absolutely straight as she bent over, pressing her palms flat on the mat. She rose and held her arms behind her back, her body tingling in anticipation of the rope.

Beau let his gaze linger on her breasts, which were thrust forward by her position. Her jutting nipples tingled under his stare. Was that an erection growing in his gorgeous leather pants? Was it possible he was as turned on as she was? When his tongue appeared on his lower lip, she very nearly moaned aloud.

Then the moment passed, and he was once again all business. “Excellent,” he said, taking a step back. “You were made for Kinbaku.” He rubbed his hands together. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to bind your arms overhead, secured by a suspension ring. Then I’ll wrap your torso with a simple rope harness to accentuate your pretty breasts. Pay attention to any tingling, numbness or burning in your limbs, especially your hands and fingers. Don’t try to be the stoic, silent type. If something doesn’t feel right, say so. Also, it’s okay if you need out of the rope. There is no shame in that. We’ll stick to The Enclave generic red for your safeword. If you need me to slow down or ease up a little, you may use yellow. Are we crystal clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” Lia replied, the honorific slipping off her tongue of its own accord. Not that she was going to safeword. It would take a hell of a lot more than some tight rope for that to happen.

“Good. Stand here underneath this ring and raise your arms overhead, palms touching.”

Lia assumed the position, her pulse quickening with anticipation. Beau worked quickly, binding her arms from elbow to wrist. She sighed with pleasure as the soft, strong rope embraced her.

Easily a foot taller than she, Beau reached up to secure the ends of the rope to the suspension ring. He moved around her, pulling the working ends of the rope up through loops he created with a practiced hand.

In spite of her assertion that intricate rope knots bored her, she was anything but bored as Beau wrapped rope over and around her torso. He stood close to her, the linen of his shirt brushing her breasts as he worked. His actions were confident and masterful. He smelled so good—the warm, clean scent of his skin mingled with a hint of leather.

As he tightened the rope around her body, Lia relaxed into the bonds, a lovely mix of arousal and peace moving over and through her. His fingers brushed her nipples several times as he wrapped the rope in twisting patterns around her body. Each time, an electric zing of pleasure shot through her core.

Finally, he appeared in front of her. “How’re you doing? Any discomfort?”

Her breasts were bunched together in a crisscrossing harness of tight rope. The result was more pressure than pain. Her suspended arms were pulled taut overhead, but she could still easily wiggle her fingers.

“The bonds are plenty tight, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Something edgy and dangerous sparked in his eyes. “We’ll see.”

Reaching up, Beau further adjusted the rope looped over the suspension ring in such a way that Lia was forced onto tiptoe. The sudden, added vulnerability of her position sent a thrill of anticipatory excitement through her.

“There,” he said with a sexy smile, eyes blazing. “That’s better.”

All at once, he reached for her erect nipples with both hands. He rolled them sensually between his fingers until she was unable to stifle a long, low moan.

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you, Lia?” he murmured, leaning down so his warm breath brushed against her cheek. If she turned her head just so, she could have kissed him.

“Yes,” she admitted, the word tumbling from her lips before she could censor it.

“That’s ‘yes, Sir,’” he snapped, giving her nipples a sudden, sharp twist that brought tears to her eyes.

“Yes, Sir,” she managed, her voice hoarse with lust. She would have sunk to her knees if the ropes hadn’t been holding her up.

With a low, knowing chuckle, he released her throbbing nipples.

“Now for that spanking I promised you earlier.”

Chapter 7

Lia had the slightly glazed expression of someone entering a light trance. She had been jittery and tense at the start of the session but had slowly calmed as he wrapped her in the tight embrace of his rope.

The methodical repetition and precise structure of rope bondage was a kind of meditation for Beau. No matter what else might be going on in his life, Kinbaku required him to be fully present, his focus complete.

She had claimed to find the intricacies of rope bondage boring, but she didn’t seem bored in the least. On the contrary, she had assumed that dreamy, contented expression of a true sub in her element.


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