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Despite her faint worry I still grinned at her. “For one,
you are far from a
chuffing
kipper
and two, nobody knows we are
here. At least not yet, it’s practically impossible for them to have tracked us
down yet. You made us dump our phones and any other electrical device they
could get a read from, so again, please just trust me.”

She exhaled heavily but then turned back round and
settled onto the chair in the pose I had instructed her to take. My blood
tingled when she brought her hands around her back and linked her fingers
together.

I knelt behind her after composing myself for a few
moments. Doubling the rope, I brought it underneath her arms and back round to
the front, slipping the end through the loop and then repeated, crossing it
mid-section to take it down the length of her arms and creating multiple wraps,
fixing and cinching at regular intervals to establish a basic pattern, all the
way down to her wrists.

The silence in the room as I worked was peaceful, both of
us lost within ourselves as I bound Grace. Her thoughts were somewhere I didn’t
know, nor wanted to know. Her privacy in the moment of my sculpture was hers as
I took her discipline from her and gave her the ultimate gift that anyone could
bestow; complete liberation.

I knotted the final piece of rope before sliding my
fingers under each section, checking for leniency in the hold and making sure
the cheap rope wasn’t irritating her soft skin but still appreciating the way
the tension compressed the small amount of flesh on her arms and caused a
delicate pattern of grooves down to her linked hands.

She had never looked more beautiful as I caught a glimpse
of her face. Her eyes were closed and her features were utterly relaxed and
easy, her eyelashes slightly resting against her cheeks and showing me she
wasn’t forcing them shut. Her plump lips were parted slightly as her
inhalations were level and steady, the rhythm of her chest depressions
acknowledging her serenity as I remained quiet and still, allowing us both to
relish in the calm.

She remained in position as if sensing it was required of
her. She never spoke and she never opened her eyes to look for me. She just
waited sedately and I knew she was relishing this moment in time as much as I
was after such a hectic week.

“Listen to the serenity, Grace. Feed from its stillness.”
I whispered as I unlinked her fingers and began to trace around the edge of
them. A faint moan hummed in the quiet but that was the only evidence of her
consciousness.

“Do you feel good?” I asked calmly as I left her fingers
and traced along the edge of the jute around her wrist.

“Yes.” It was softly spoken but the quiet tone made me
smile. I had never expected this level of surrender from her and she had no
idea how much it delighted me.

I moved my hands further up her arms, outlining the rope
and following its intricate path up to her shoulders where I then brushed over
her and down to the front of her, cupping her breasts and bringing my mouth to
her ear. “When you are like this, you are perfectly mine, Grace. Mine to have,
mine to possess and mine to guide. I’ll take you however I want and whichever
way I want. You are my puppet, but for you to experience the level of pleasure I
can take you to, then I need your complete trust and your total submission.”

“Yes,” she repeated just as quietly.

Her lips parted further as I stroked my thumb over her
nipple. It peaked and hardened immediately as she echoed another small groan.
“You are so beautiful when you are like this. Your face is so peaceful that you
appear to glow.”

Her lips lifted into a small pretty smile as her eyes
flickered open and she focused on me. “That feels good.”

I nodded but placed my finger across her lips, “No
talking unless asked to.”

She nodded and I fought the urge to blink in surprise at
her as she closed her eyes again and yielded to me. For such a feisty killer to
allow my manipulation was exciting and empowering and the knowledge of it
pumped my blood faster as adrenaline coursed through my veins and heightened my
lust, my cock pulsing with an almost painful need to be inside her fast and hard
as my heart beat faster and fiercer.

I moved back, lingering on my knees behind her as my gaze
roamed over her relaxed body. I needed her compliant but stimulated for how I
needed to take her, and with it being her first time bound I didn’t want to restrain
her for too long. Her muscles and joints weren’t used to it and would stiffen
quite quickly.

I reached forward and pinched the back of her shin
lightly. She jerked and sat up straight but didn’t turn or verbalize her
displeasure.

“Stand up, Grace.”

She pushed up on her feet, instantly bringing her body
upright but keeping her back to me. “I want you to place your forehead on the
seat of the chair.”

She dropped down and I nearly gasped at her complete
compliance and obedience. I would have never expected this level of
acquiescence from her but god damn, if it didn’t fucking make me want her even
more.

“You are such a good girl, Grace and for that I am going
to make you feel so good.”

I watched the rise of her chest flicker, the hitch in her
breathing alerting me that my words had hit deep in her. She was enjoying the
renunciation of power as much as I was savouring the conquering of it and I
fisted my hands to stop myself from just reaching out and slapping her backside
until it was red raw.

Her pert little bottom was in line with my face and I
groaned at the sight of it. Her pale skin was smooth and almost perfect as I
cupped each plump buttock in my hands and proceeded to gently caress her. She
stayed still but the rock of her hips was mesmerising as she pushed herself
further into my touch and used me to make herself feel good.

The erotic smell of her arousal was driving my need for
her higher and higher as I leaned in to taste her. She gasped at the first
touch of my tongue on her swollen pussy and I grabbed her hips tightly to stop
her pushing herself onto me. “Keep still or I will stop.”

She groaned but I smiled as she disciplined herself and
ceased her movement when I parted her labia with my thumbs and stole a breath
at the sight of her delicious pussy, its aroma and perfection magnetising and
inviting as I repeated a swipe of my tongue over her. God, she tasted exquisite
and I suddenly had the need to drive her wild as I feasted on her. She started
to writhe around when I took her inflamed clit between my lips and started to
suckle on it as I slipped a finger inside her and groaned at how wet and hot
she was.

“Oh god, oh god…” she chanted as her hips rolled and she
grinded against my mouth, her movements causing her to take from me what was
being offered as I took her higher and higher and brought her to an intense and
fevered climax. Her pussy walls drew in my fingers as she tightened around them
and her clit virtually throbbed between my lips as she cried out and flooded
both my hand and my face with her cum.

I couldn’t wait any longer to be inside her and my jeans
were around my hips before I had even come to stand behind her. The condom was
on and I was sinking into her from behind as we both pushed against each other until
I was soon balls deep inside her, her soft warm cunt dripping around me and
feeding my craving for her.

Taking a section of the rope in my hand and using it as a
hold over her I began to fuck her with an urgency we both needed to sate the
powerful throb that ruled us. She bucked back onto me as I thrust into her so
deeply I could feel the tip of her bouncing against me and triggering a
surprised yelp from her.

“Am I hurting you?” I managed to ask around the clench of
my jaw.

“More…” she growled and I groaned as I forced into her
deeper, screwing her furiously as I yanked on the rope and wrenched her deeper
onto my dick, the ferocity of it scorching me as each drive snatched my
foreskin sharply.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I roared as I felt my cum start
to build in my balls and demand its release. “You need to come, Grace.” I
demanded as I reached round and pinched her swollen clit.

Her head finally lifted off the chair as her orgasm tore
through her and overtook every inch of her body in a painful clinch as she
shook and jolted with the strength of her climax.

I cried out as my body exploded in relief when it allowed
the release of my spunk, the pure white bliss powering from my thighs, up my
spine, slamming into my brain and then straight down into my balls as I erupted
into her, filling the condom so fully I was scared it would start to seep back
out.

She issued a distraught sob and I let go of the rope and embraced
her waist to hold onto her as she continued to shake and come around me. She
was on fire and the blaze seared my dick and generated a violent shudder to
rush through me as her pussy held onto me so tight I choked out a tight gasp
with the intensity of it.

“Kade, oh fuck, Kade…” She screamed as the final rush of
ecstasy hit her brain brutally and took her so high she collapsed forward and
her head bounced off the chair.

“Shit, shit Grace…” I pulled her back against me so her
back was resting against my chest and bit into her shoulder to jolt her brain
back into action.

She gasped with surprise and her chest juddered when she
gulped in a lungful of oxygen and as I felt her sway I scooped her up and
settled her on my knee as I took to the chair. “It’s okay sweetheart, just a
bit of a head rush.”

She nodded as she rested her head against my chest, her
hands still bound behind her as she curled up her legs and huddled into me.

I held her with one arm as I worked the rope with my
fingers and slipped the ties easily, unravelling the rope and letting it drop
to the floor as I nuzzled her hair and engrained the smell of her inside me,
it’s soft gentle scent soothing my over excited heart beat and calming the over
stimulated nerves in my body.

Bloody hell! What the hell had just happened?

I knew I had never reacted like that with anyone before
and I’m sure the way Grace had appeared shocked at her own reaction, she had
never experienced it either.

But neither of us voiced what had just occurred as we
sat, our bodies entwined around each other as her arms snaked around me and she
held on as if letting me go would result in her fall.

I held onto her just as hard because I too was frightened
of falling, but not in the same sense as Grace.

I slipped out from under Kade’s arm as the morning sun
peaked through the wonky blind and threw a streak of sunlight into the room. It
was quiet, too quiet. There was always a phone ringing, the neighbour’s dog
barking or just the hum of the house appliances in the background at home, but
here, in the quiet of the hotel room, my mind decided it wanted to engage in
everything and more.

 Pulling on my knickers and then my t-shirt, I took my
cigarettes and stepped out onto the balcony, lighting up immediately and
appreciating the stimulant to my blood as well as the crisp cool air to my
lungs.

I missed my morning workout routine and pondered waking
Kade up to drag him around the block with me just to get my muscles motivated
and my mind roused.

The smoke in my exhalations mixed with the heat from my
breath and curled around me in a mist of steam and nicotine as my addiction
started to calm my crazed thoughts and motivate more coherent theories and
deliberations.

There was no way out of involving Grant and I grit my
teeth as I contemplated numerous ways to deal with him. It wasn’t good, in fact
it was a nest of bloody mayhem and I pinched the bridge of my nose as I took
another drag on the cigarette and turned my thoughts back to Mona.

It still didn’t make any sense. Her betrayal was not only
confusing but downright ridiculous. She had always been there for me, always in
the background and always in my heart. She had been a constant in my life since
I was born and not only had she been our housekeeper but my nanny and a
surrogate member of our family.

I thought back to when Marcus had been born and the
sudden shift in my parent’s relationship. Looking back at it now, I would
nearly believe that my mother had had an affair to get a reaction like that and
I knew I had to get to the bottom of their problematic marriage to find answers
to my questions.

I flicked my smoke over the railing and turned to find
Kade leaning on the doorframe completely naked watching me closely. My eyes
naturally dropped to peruse the picture of perfection staring at me.

He was beautiful; no other words to describe him were or
had ever been formulated, because beautiful didn’t even seem appropriate as I
took in the glorious smooth broad pectoral muscles that topped his defined abs.
I followed the tight contours down lower, over the sharp ‘V’ pointing like an
arrow to the short black trail of pubic hair that then lead to the semi-hard
erection wishing me a good morning.

I smiled to myself then looked up to find his bright blue
eyes twinkling in amusement and his soft pink lips curved into a smug smile.

“I wondered when you’d get to my face,” he smirked and I
scrunched my nose up at him.

“I’m not interested in your face, just your cock.”

He nodded and his smile grew into a grin, “Well, does it
meet your satisfaction madam?”

“Maybe, I don’t seem to have too much experience yet to
answer that.” I licked my lips and leant back to hold onto the frosty railing, the
iciness of it was jarring to my senses and I delicately leant my bottom back as
I prepared for the cold encounter.

He took a couple of steps closer until he was stood
before me and settled his own hands atop of mine on the bar so I was captured
under his frame.

I quirked a brow at him, “You do realise that you’re
naked and out on the open balcony?”

He shrugged and looked around the car park below us,
scanning casually for any signs of life, “There’s no one around, which means I
can do this.” He removed his hands from mine, took the hem of my shirt and
lifted it high, baring my naked breasts to both him and the cold air, the low
temperature immediately seizing my veins and constricting them tightly in protection
against the chill around us.

My nipples pebbled and hardened but I wasn’t sure if that
was due to the temperature or the desire in Kade’s eyes as he regarded me with
what looked like both admiration and need.

His mouth descended on my nipple, the heat from his
breath conflicting with my frozen nerve endings as he wrapped his lips around
it and slowly traced the hard peak with the tip of his tongue.

My eyes closed instinctively as I let him fill me with
the ecstasy from his touch. I gasped as his teeth gently clasped my nipple and
a jolt of pleasure shot to my clit as my pain receptors fired up and woke from
their slumber. As he moved to my other breast he brought both of his hands to
cup and knead me as his mouth continued with its devotion.

“Please,” I pleaded as my body screamed for stimulation
and gratification. “Please, Kade.”

He rose to full height, his head a few inches higher than
mine and cupped my chin in his thumb and forefinger. “When you beg, you need to
be more specific with what you’re actually begging for.”

“I’m not begging.” I scowled at him, affronted by his
arrogance but he just smirked at me, his eyes filled with conceit and humour as
he lifted a brow in mockery.

“You actually were, Beaumont.”

“Well fuck you, you arrogant arsehole.”

He scoffed loudly as I pushed against him and moved away.
“My God, why do you have to be so outraged by everything?” he asked as he
followed me back into the room and flicked on the kettle before proceeding to
rip open the little sachets of coffee and tipping them into cups.

I sat on the bed and studied the curve of his glorious
backside as he made us both drinks. I was slightly in awe of how at ease he was
with himself and his body. He didn’t give a toss that every single inch of him
was so openly on display but I reasoned with a body as fit as his, he had
nothing to be actually self-conscious of.

“What was that last night?” I asked my question quietly,
my inner self still quite ashamed of how I had reacted to Kade’s dominance and
total control over me when he had taken all of my power and wrapped it into an
array of knots and twists.

He peered over his shoulder at me with a crease in his
brow. “I’m not quite following you, sweetheart.”

I rolled my eyes and shuffled further onto the bed until
my back was resting against the headboard, “The rope.”

He turned and smiled, reaching out to me with a cup of
steaming coffee before sitting beside me on the bed. “Kinbaku, or actually last
night was more Shibari.”

I squinted at him, both obvious Japanese words meaning
zilch to me but he shrugged and stretched down to pick the pool of rope from
the floor.

“Kinbaku is an old Japanese art form of both a sensual
and stimulating practice. I can only describe it as a form of bondage but
doesn’t just focus on the binding but more on the sensual influence it has over
both the
binder
and the
bound
.”

I nodded slowly, still quite mystified by what he had
just said but he turned to me and tipped his head, “Tell me, Grace, honestly.
How did you feel when you were both being bound and then when the Shibari was
complete?”

“Shibari?”

“The actual tying process. The whole practice, including
the feelings, the sexual exhilaration and the tying is Kinbaku but the actual
binding itself is referred to as Shibari.” He was quite clinical with his
answer and I frowned slightly as I thought over his question for a while.

“Well,” I started but he smiled at me and I stared at him
in puzzlement.

“Your whole face just told me how you felt, Grace. You
went from thinking, to admiring, to appreciating and then to acceptance.”

I rolled my lips and laughed. “You got all that from my
face?”

“Yes,” he answered sternly as though my amusement was
prohibited and I straightened my back like a chastised child. “The face is a
playground of emotion. Surely you, as an operative in the MI5 should be aware
of that.”

“Well, yes but…”

“But nothing. Your face shows your anger, your fear, your
amusement and just now it told me every thought that went through your head.
You went from deliberating over what happened, then you realised that you kind
of liked it, and then you remembered the feeling of how free you actually felt
being bound and restricted of all self-management and then you acknowledged
that it had made you feel good. Made you feel ultimately at peace with both
yourself and all around you. You accepted that maybe, for once in your life
since hitting adulthood, that there was something actually out there that could
take all the shit from you and just give a moments quiet in both your mind and
body.”

I didn’t know what to say. To be honest, there was
actually nothing left to say because he had just described every single thought
and reaction I had to last night’s experience.

I sighed and looked away as I ran my finger across the
rim of the cup and tried to keep my emotions towards both Kade and last night
regulated. “But what exactly do you get out of it?”

His eyes slowly moved across my face as a small but
bright smile curled his lips. He leaned forward and tucked a strand of my hair
behind my ear. “Just because you asked that question delights me in more ways
than you would ever think possible.”

I frowned and shook my head in bewilderment. Sometimes
the man confused me with his inconclusive remarks and his half said statements.

“You see Grace, most people would ask what
they
were supposed to gain from being bound but you,” he shuffled a little closer
but I just tilted my head in expectation for what he would say. “You asked me
what
I
gained from it. You appreciate the sensuality and sentiment it
arouses already; you gave yourself over to the freedom and liberation of it. You
took what was being given and you presumed it was just pleasure for you. Whereas
the artist or Nawashi as the proper term is, gains not only his pleasure from
giving you the pleasure but from the ultimate gift you give him when you
present your total self for his desires and rulings.”

“So you’re saying that you got your pleasure from tying
me up?”

He laughed a little and ran his finger tenderly over my
jaw, “Did it feel like you were just tied up?”

“No, not really.” I deliberated as I thought back to the
feelings that Kade had stirred within me, “It was more like…. I dunno, the calm
that settled not just on me but
through
me was… just whole. I can’t
really describe it but all my mind concentrated on was your movements behind
me. What the rope felt like against my skin. How relaxed I felt to just let the
ties take my weight. But then, they didn’t just seem to take my weight, it was
as though they soaked up all the stress and stuff. It was kind of… liberating
both mentally and physically.”

He stared at me for a while before silently inclining and
cupping my cheek with his palm, the slight roughness to his skin scuffing my
own. “Do you know how much I wanna make you feel that free again? How much I
want to watch the total peace consume you, take you and absolve all your hurt
and pain. When I told you that your face tells a story, well last night, I have
never in my life seen anything more beautiful than how you looked. You were
perfection enhanced. For such a hard personality, your fragility surprised me
and your soul showed itself to be truly amazing.”

My breath caught with his words and I swallowed the
emotion that was clawing its way through my ribcage and demanding an audience.
But I wouldn’t allow its arrival or its growth, I couldn’t allow it.

“I have things to do!” I said as I pulled on my jeans and
boots and scurried from the room, leaving him staring after me with both shock
and understanding. If I was honest, the alarm displayed on his face, his words
had stunned him too.

I wasn’t sure I liked where all this was heading.

Grace was quiet beside me in the car as we drove back
down the M1. She had said we needed to return to London. Why? She wouldn’t tell
me and I was beginning to think she may throw me to the vultures just to stop
what our relationship was turning into.

Was it even a relationship? It had just been sex up to
now but something had shifted last night. Grace didn’t seem to realise just how
much she had given me when she had ceded so completely. To give that gift to
someone, to offer your whole identity for them to mould and govern was the
ultimate offering. The epitome of trust.

Grace was such a guarded and structured person and I
would never have imagined how much she had absorbed from last night. It had
shocked me how freely she had let herself go, how absolutely she had accepted
its substance and how she had completely understood its reason.

“Wee?” Her voice cut through the close quietness and made
me jump slightly.

“What, sorry?”

“Do you need the loo?” she repeated and I blinked hard to
refocus my eyes.

“Not really, but I could do with stretching my legs.”

She nodded and flicked the indicator to lead us onto the
slip road and then onto the small layby that held an old rusty caravan selling
drinks and burgers.

“You use the toilet and I’ll get us coffee” I told her as
we climbed from the car and pulled our backs into their original posture. She
nodded and wandered off towards a block of portable toilets in the corner of
the layby. I didn’t watch the sway of her fabulous arse in her tight jeans, no,
I didn’t.

After scanning the menu, I ordered coffee and sandwiches
and took a short stroll around to stimulate the dead muscles in my legs but
stopped dead at the corner of the toilet block as Grace’s voice came into
earshot and I peered around the corner to see who she was talking to.

“Please, just be ready.” She whispered frantically and I
leaned closer to hear the phone conversation she was having with someone on a mobile
that was supposedly not allowed on our trip.