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“Since I have no idea what you’ve got planned…I doubt it,”
she chuckled.

“I’m going to take you flying.” He held out his hand and she
gladly took it. “Are you afraid of heights?”

What the heck was he talking about? “No, not that I’m aware
of.” As Sean opened the door to leave his office, she pulled back on his hand.
“What are we doing? I’m not wearing any clothes. I can’t go out there.”

“No one’s here, honey. The club is closed on Mondays.” He kissed
her forehead and waited for her to decide.

“What if Steven or somebody else stops by? I’m not cool with
this.” She was starting to panic. It was nothing short of miraculous that she
was comfortable naked around him. There wasn’t any way in hell she’d prance
around in front of someone else without clothes on.

“I know how you feel about public nudity, Michelle. I would
never abuse your trust. The only other person with a key is Steven and we’d
hear the alarm beeping as soon as he opened the door.” Sean let go of her hand
and reached into his bag. “I brought this just in case he makes an unexpected
appearance.”

Michelle looked down and saw one of his shirts in his bag.
It would more than cover her. His calm, considerate demeanor had her feeling a
little foolish. She kissed him on the cheek. “I’m sorry. I should have known
you’d think of everything.”

He took her hand again and led her through the doorway and
down the hall. “I appreciate that you told me what you were thinking. Sometimes
I might ask you to just trust me and I may not explain myself, but most times
I’ll be happy to alleviate your fears.”

She couldn’t stop from looking around the building to see if
anyone was lurking nearby. It was crazy. There weren’t any cars in the parking
lot. Still, it felt naughty as hell to be walking around the garden naked,
especially with Sean dressed in jeans.

“I may want to blindfold you for a few minutes. Will you let
me do that?”

Her trust for Sean took away that fear. “Yeah. I close my
eyes most of the time anyway.” Of course now that he’d told her he wanted to
blindfold her, she wondered why? What did he have planned? She tamped down her
fear. She trusted him not to hurt her.

He kissed her cheek, “Good girl. I know that was a concern
you had. I appreciate your willingness to try it.”

He’d made her comfortable with a lot of things in the short
time they’d been together. It was pretty crazy when she thought about it.

They’d walked along a path that took them past the bar. It
looked like it paralleled the wall nearest Sean’s office, but with all the
vegetation it was hard to tell. The area they stopped in front of had two metal
rings hanging from the ceiling, one significantly higher than the other, and
two beams running over the top of the area. His question concerning her fear of
heights resurfaced. What the hell did he have planned for her?

Sean threw a blanket on the “ground” and led Michelle by the
arm to the center. “The floor here is padded so it will be comfortable to sit,
kneel or lay down.” He faced her away from him, then wrapped his arms around
her pressing his chest to her back. “I’m so proud of you, Michelle. I can’t
tell you how much your trust means to me.” Sliding his hand down her arm, he
grasped her wrist, then pulled it behind her back. “I’m going to tie you up and
have my way with you.”

“I’m all yours.” She leaned back against his chest as he
took her other arm behind her back.

“What’s your safeword, Michelle?” As he wrapped the rope
around her wrists, her nipples pebbled, begging him to touch and taste them.

“Seafood.”

“Good girl. This is going to be a bit tighter than I’ve used
before. Be sure and tell me if you feel any tingling or numbness.”

“Oh, I’m feeling tingling, but not near the ropes.” Her
saucy tone told him exactly what she was talking about.

Sean chuckled and shifted his pants to give his growing cock
more room. Damn, she knew exactly how to get him going. He hadn’t intended to
mirror their earlier discussion by staying clothed while she was bare, but if
he didn’t have some kind of barrier between them, he’d never be able to give
her the experience he’d planned. If he played this right, she wouldn’t be
thinking about anything in a few minutes. She’d be lost to a world of pure
feeling.

He took his time tying the chest harness. Each pass of the
rope across her chest drew attention to her perfect breasts. Some tit torture
was definitely in her future. He had clamps in his bag and he considered using
them. He decided against it, not wanting anything obstructing his ability to
touch them. Feeling the weight of her breasts in his hand, her nipples so damn
responsive that he could look at them and they’d peak for him, he was unable to
resist pinching them between two strands of rope. Hearing her moans of pleasure
had his cock throbbing and his heart doing some weird flipping action.

After taking a deep breath to bring his control back online,
he double-checked every wrap and knot both visually and with his hands. He
kissed her neck and applied pressure on her shoulder until she went to her
knees. He wanted her first time suspended to be perfect for her. It wouldn’t do
to have a pinch point along the ropes. Michelle was swaying as he kneeled
behind her and leaned in to pull the rope between her breasts.

“So pretty, subbie.” Once he’d tied the ropes, he cupped her
boobs in his hands, pulling and pinching her nipples. His touch was firm,
unyielding, causing her to moan and whimper. She might not like that bites of
pain added to her arousal, but she didn’t deny it either. That she’d readily
admitted enjoying it gave him hope that given enough time she’d accept it
without the needless mental handstands she was putting herself through.

“How are you doing, Michelle?” She was so responsive to the
rope. She seemed to feel every movement all the way to her bones.

“Mmhmm,” she murmured as her head lolled back against him.

He ached to be inside her. Her sweet surrender was such a
powerful high that he was debating taking her before he sent her flying. No, he
decided, that would be for his pleasure, not hers. Oh he could make sure she
loved it, but she needed to just feel the ropes right now. This was for her.

He reached into his bag and pulled out an MP3 player. He set
Kenny G’s
Summertime
on continuous play. The music fit the mood he was
in, slow and indulgent. It wasn’t the type of music he’d heard her listening to
and he hoped she wouldn’t find it distracting.

“Oh,
Summertime,
my favorite.” Her words came out
slow and breathy.

His girl liked jazz. Could it get any better than that? He
was going to have to just marry her and put them both out of their misery. Then
he wouldn’t fear she was going to slip through his fingers and she’d know
exactly what she meant to him too. “You’re amazing, Michelle, absolutely
fucking amazing.”

He guided her torso down until her forehead rested on the
blanket. Leisurely, in time with the music, he rubbed his hands over her arms
and down her butt. God, how he wanted to be inside her. He glided his finger
over her pussy, reveling in the wetness. Michelle was such a treasure. Her
every muscle was relaxed and pliant, her trust in him complete. It was such a
heady rush.

Michelle was a strong woman, cautious and careful. The way
she’d grilled him about every aspect of the job had brought that point home. He
was pleased with her for standing up to him and for asking each question. He
worried she’d had a crappy childhood.
No child should be raised in a
loveless environment. What could cause such a passionate and caring young woman
to be convinced that love didn’t exist?

His friends were worried she was after his money but he knew
that was bullshit. If everything did go to hell, he doubted she’d take a dime
from him. Her pride wouldn’t allow it. It didn’t matter—he wouldn’t give her up
without a helluva fight.

He took a few moments and appreciated the view. Her pussy
and ass were completely exposed to him. For someone so opposed to public
nudity, her openness with him was a gift he didn’t take lightly. He couldn’t
wait to see the expression on her face when he sent her flying.

Grabbing another bundle of rope from his bag, he began
wrapping a section of rope around her ankle. Her breathing was calm and slow.
She didn’t question what he was doing and he doubted she gave it a thought. Not
an ounce of tension ran through her. The soft sounds she made as the vibration
of the ropes coursed through her leg had his resolve not to fuck her on the
spot teetering. Bent over like she was—his cock inches from her sweet pussy—was
pure torture.

He needed to get this scene moving. Once the rope was
secured near her foot, he moved up to her thigh and began another support tie.
After double-checking each point, he wrapped his fist around her hair and
pulled her back toward him.

A soft exhale told him she was sinking into rope space fast.
Her eyelids didn’t even flutter as she came to rest against his chest. His
craving for her was riding him hard. He needed to possess her, to show her love
really existed and that together they’d find it.

Looking down at her porcelain skin, her flawless breasts encased
in his soft, black jute, he couldn’t resist taking her tits into his hands to
pinch and pull her nipples in time with the music. She gasped and rocked her
hips forward. Sean rubbed his cheek along hers. “Now it’s time to send my girl
flying. Are you ready, Michelle?”

“Mmhmm, anything…for you.”

Progress. Sweet progress.
He pushed her from his
chest and held her in an upright position with both hands on her shoulders to
test if she would maintain the position. She was deep in the pleasure zone.
“Stay kneeling up, Michelle. Can you do that for me?”

“Mmhmm.” She swayed a little but she held it.

Sean stood and began preparing to lift her. He attached the
chest harness to the rigging ropes, first then the ankle and finally her thigh.
Leaning back, he used his weight to raise her into the air. She moaned, a smile
breaking across her face as she felt the tug along the harness. When he was
sure the ropes were securely in place, he began tying her free leg. This time
he worked quickly to make sure she was evenly supported.

Swaying facedown, several feet off the floor, supported by
her ankles, thighs and chest, he took her head into his arms and leaned down to
kiss her. He pulled the band from her hair and took it in his fist once more to
hold her still. “You know you’re mine, Michelle. I want to be your only Master.
The one who makes all your dreams come true.” With a flick of his wrist he sent
her spinning.

He was pretty sure she was giggling as he pulled a flogger
from his bag and put the handle in his back pocket. After a few moments, he
slowed, then stopped her spin. Running along her thighs and ass, he
occasionally slid down to her pussy and caressed her clit. Every breathy moan
had his cock responding. He couldn’t remember ever being harder.

Sean pulled a hand towel from his bag and wiped his face.
Maintaining his control was getting more difficult by the minute. His hands
became more aggressive along her ass cheeks, rubbing and kneading them until
the blood was near the surface. Gently at first, he started smacking her ass.
Each time her body would react and set the ropes into action, he stayed with
her, pinkening her cheeks.

Her nipples were hard and her back arched. She was so
fucking sexy. Sean massaged the sting away, knowing she was feeling only
pleasure. Still the mix of sensations, a loving touch and a sharp swat, were
both arousing in their own right and fucking amazing combined together. Not a
single expression chasing across her face showed discomfort and he was watching
her carefully. From time to time, he’d caress her clit and plunge his fingers
inside her wet pussy, then follow it with a series of searing swats.

When his smacks no longer elicited the response he was
striving for, he pulled the flogger from his pocket and used that instead. Her
eyelids fluttered and she called his name. “Sean.”

“Sshh, honey, just enjoy. I’ve got you. You’re safe.” He
gave her a few more strikes. Sean saw her lips move, but couldn’t make out what
she’d said. Wrapping his arms around her head, he showered her face and neck
with kisses. “What do you need, Michelle? Use your voice for me.”

“Harder. I want it harder.”

His heart beat double time hearing her plea. He’d been
worried she’d wanted to stop. She never ceased to amaze him. She’d just taken
another step toward accepting the needs of her body. He was so damn honored
she’d chosen to be with him. Kissing her soundly, he granted her five more
swats with slightly more intensity. This scene was far from over.

Sean reached up and began loosening the ties holding her
legs suspended. He kept the ropes attached to her ankles and thighs but lowered
her legs to the ground. After shifting the ropes along her chest harness, he
began to fasten them once again. With the new arrangement, the left side of her
body lay facing the ground. He used the ropes to lift her right leg straight
into the air and attached it to the ring supporting her body. Grabbing the rope
still wrapped around her left leg, he threw it over one of the beams above
their heads and tied it off.

Her pussy and ass were now completely exposed and he
couldn’t help but indulge. Sean could smell her arousal and her scent was
intoxicating. His willpower wasn’t strong enough to keep from tasting her, but
he worried about her neck muscles. If she thrashed about, she could easily get
hurt in this position. He took a scarf from his bag and tied it in a loose
sling to cradle her head.

Sean ran his hands up and down her thighs then along her
arms still tied behind her. As his hands found hers, she linked their fingers.
“Squeeze my hands, Michelle.”