Part 13 (2/2)

”Are we going to push the envelope?” I asked.

”Definitely,” he murmured, gently tucking my hair behind my ear.

”Don't tire me out too much, though,” I said, ”because I intend to collect my due of information.”

”I will make it worth both our whiles. I promise.”

James undressed me and tied ropes around my middle and between my legs so that there was a knot keeping the d.i.l.d.o in place. Then he added various other decorative ropes to me, winding around my forearms and ankles and crisscrossing my chest. He blindfolded me and told me to lie down.

I lay there quietly on the bed while he prepared something else, watching the colors zoom behind my eyelids. Being in ropes had a swaddling effect on me, making me feel peaceful even as I antic.i.p.ated whatever might come next.

I heard the door open and shut, then silence. Where had he gone? Or had he just opened and shut it to make me think he went out, while he stood there silently, waiting to see if I peeked under the blindfold? I had no urge to peek. I was content, so very content.

Well, except for being extremely h.o.r.n.y. After all that penetration without an o.r.g.a.s.m, I wanted very much to come. But I could be patient.

The door opened and closed again. ”Karina,” he said gently. ”Move toward me and stand up.”

He helped me off the bed.

”Come with me.”

He led me by the hand out of the room and into the hallway. I sucked in a breath, thinking about what we had said about pus.h.i.+ng the envelope. Did that include potentially surprising hotel guests with the sight of me, blindfolded and in the nude? Or did he have Stefan secretly blocking the way up? For all I knew he had rented the entire floor but wanted me to think we might be discovered. I found that the thought he might be doing it only to make me think I might be seen aroused and thrilled me as much as the thought I might be seen. The next thing I felt under my bare feet was the transition from the rug to a concrete floor. I could smell laundry detergent. I heard another door open.

”Put your hand on the railing, and go up the stairs.”

He followed behind me with a hand on my back, telling me when to turn and guiding me to the second set of stairs. At the top another door opened, and I felt the warm wind from the outside.

We were on the roof. I could hear the sound of an AC unit and the whoosh from the highway beyond the trees.

He bound my arms together behind my back, and I felt a few other ropes tugged and added at my hips, my shoulders. He moved me again, and I felt more tugging.

”Bend over.”

I bent at the waist and the sound of the AC unit got louder.

I felt his hands at my hips and then his c.o.c.k nosing between my lips in back. Once he was all the way in, he said, ”You're quite secure like this.”

”Like what?”

I felt him tugging at the blindfold and then an updraft blew it out of his fingers. I was looking down the side of the building at the parking lot far below. I gasped.

”You won't believe how tight you just squeezed me inside you,” he said. ”Are you afraid of heights, Karina?”

”I... I don't know. I mean, not usually.” I sucked in another breath as he drew his c.o.c.k slowly back and then drove into me again. ”But this isn't usual.”

”No. I'm going to come in you, Karina. If you can, you may come, too. I suggest you do it quietly, though, as it wouldn't be very good to get caught up here. And it'll take a little time to untie the ropes that are keeping you secure.”

”Yes, James.”

He grunted with pleasure. ”Every time you say the word 'yes,' it's like an extra caress down my c.o.c.k.”

Then he stopped talking and concentrated on f.u.c.king me. Each thrust pushed on the gla.s.s d.i.l.d.o, too, and tugged on the rope nearest my c.l.i.t, not touching it but enough to add to the sensation. In other words, each thrust was a pure surge of pleasure to every possible nerve ending. And maybe, just maybe, the adrenaline from my upper body hanging over the edge of the roof helped accelerate everything.

I was coming within a few minutes, which I let him know by whispering the word ”yes” over and over. He whispered it back, exultantly, as he came, his c.o.c.k pulsing inside me a few moments later.

He didn't savor the moment long, pulling me upright. ”Can you stand?”

”Mmm. Just barely.” My legs were quivering from the intensity of the o.r.g.a.s.m, but they hadn't dissolved into jelly. Yet.

He busied himself with the ropes, undid my arms, and slipped a bathrobe onto my shoulders. I looked around. ”Where are we? Looks like the middle of nowhere.”

”Pretty much,” he said. ”Seemed a more isolated place to try rooftop s.e.x than, oh, anywhere in Manhattan.”

”Did you know this roof was here? I mean... that it was a good spot for this?”

”I did. Stefan and I stopped here on the way to Ohio.” He slipped a bunch of loose ropes into a pillowcase and then belted the robe around my waist, which I hadn't bothered to do yet.

”You know, some people might find it presumptuous that you were planning that when you weren't even sure I was going to forgive you.”

”You have made me into an optimist, Karina,” he said with a smile. ”Nothing could stop me from dreaming about you.”

”You know what's different about you, James?”

”What, sweetness?”

”You take your dreams, and you make them reality.”

”Does that surprise you?”

I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. ”Not in the slightest.”

Back in the room we got cleaned up properly, and then, yes, we ate some granola bars. They were the chocolate-covered kind and I ate mine while sitting cross-legged on the bed, naked, my hair still damp. ”So I think you owe me a lot after that one.”

”Definitely.” He licked melted chocolate from his fingers. He had pulled on an unders.h.i.+rt and a pair of shorts. ”What would you like to know?”

”When did you first figure out you were into bondage?”

He sat in the desk chair with casual grace. ”Early. I had fantasies when I was a boy. Any movie where there was an interrogation scene became fuel for them.” His eyes focused on the ceiling. ”I don't know why. Perhaps there is no why. I liked the interrogations where there was torture, and I liked the ones where there wasn't... where there was coercion and capitulation. Both turned me on tremendously. Old movies, current movies, gangsters, spies, cops, superheroes. That's probably where all the role playing during s.e.x came from, too.”

”Huh. So there's no s.e.x in the scenes?”

”No, not in the Hollywood movies I saw as a kid, anyway. The s.e.xual part was all in my mind.” He shrugged. ”It's implicit in some of them, like in scenes in comic books where Catwoman has Batman at her mercy. But it's obvious to me Catwoman was created by a kinkster.”

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