Temporary Master (26 page)

“I’m
going to release you, Sabella. I want you to assume the Leasha High position
for me as I get my ropes. Do you understand?”

“Yes,
Sir.”
Her breathing
remained soft and even while he extracted himself. As he rose, he watched her
tentatively move to stand. Blindfolded she couldn’t see a thing and was
trusting he wouldn’t let her fall or trip over something. He stayed close by,
knowing even if she couldn’t see him, she probably could smell him. As soon as
she assumed the requested position, he moved to the drawer holding his ropes.
Pulling out a long length of hemp, he ran his fingers over it, both savoring
the texture of it while checking for any abnormalities. The routine of checking
his ropes always prepared him for the upcoming scene. This ritual gave him a
connection many didn’t understand. It was about the journey for him, not
necessarily the destination as it was with practitioners of shibari.

“Did
you know, Sabella, during my training as a boy, I was fascinated by the rope
the
Hojōjutsu
masters manipulated with such ease?”

“No, Sir, I didn’t.”

He moved back across the room to her. “Luckily for me my
oji -
my
mother’s brother, was brought up with the old ways and didn’t mind answering my
questions. When I came of age, he took me under his wing, and taught me not
only the old ways of
hojōjutsu
but also
b
udō,
an advanced form of
jujutsu.
”
Stopping in front of her, he brushed a loop of the hemp across her cheek. Like
a little bird, she followed it before freezing. Her instinctive response
pleased him. “During my training, my
oji
taught me more than just the
take down and how to respectfully restrain an opponent. He also introduced me
to the erotic world of
kinbaku.
I was a mere sixteen the first time he
brought his own submissive in to demonstrate true rope bondage.” His heart gave
a small jump at the memory of seeing his aunt’s younger sister bound tightly in
his uncle’s ropes.

Sabella’s lips parted and a needy whimper escaped her as he moved
the rope down her neck to her shoulder. Forcing the memory away, he focused on
his little submissive.

“I want you naked, little one. Tonight I want to recreate what I
saw the first time, a beautiful submissive losing herself to the ropes - with
you.”

“Yes, Sir.”
She shrugged her shoulders, allowing the bra to fall to the
floor. He bent to retrieve it so neither of them tripped over it later, and was
rewarded with a bird’s eye view of her slender fingers hooking over the sides
of her panties.

He swallowed hard.
“Slowly, Sabella.
Tease me with your revealing. Make me a bit crazy.” Holding his position behind
her, he knelt mere inches from her lush bottom as she slowly bared herself to
his gaze. First the slightly rounded top where it met the small of her back
appeared, before it filled out into two luscious globes. As her fingers guided
the material down her legs, he was unable to resist. Cupping the flare of her
hips, he pressed open mouthed kisses to her ass. She stilled until a guttural
command from him had her kicking the underwear off. Lightly nipping one cheek,
then the other, he finally released her. He was getting sidetracked.

“Now I’m going to start with
Hishi Karada.
This was the
wrap my
oji
used on his submissive. It’s not the same as the
shinju
or the wrapping of the pearls I’ll use during our demonstration. The
hishi
karada
is an all over body weave….” He stood, pressing his cock against her
buttocks. He smiled at her reaction. “…one where you’ll feel rope on every part
of your body.” He dragged the rope down her arm to her fingertips. “We’ll start
with the neck.” He pressed a kiss against the back of her neck, before moving
in front of her. With her being unable to see, he didn’t want to startle her as
he placed the doubled up loop around her neck.

Neatly folding the hemp, he looped it over her neck and lifted her
hair, so it was on the outside of the rope. It took only a few quick twists of
his fingers to create the overhand knots which would later form the points of
the diamonds in the weave. After finishing and making sure he had formed one
special knot, one which his uncle had called a
y
orokobi no musubime,
or pleasure knot, Ethan drew the length of hemp through her legs,
making sure the knot was resting over her clit. Pulling it up nice and snug, he
continued his craft, humming under his breath as he twisted and wrapped the
rope around her lovely body, loosing himself to the flow and ebb of re-creating
his first vision of
kinbaku.

* * * *

Sabella was awash with sensation as each loop of rope sent shivers
of pleasure down her skin. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he’d
begun, because she was so focused on the rope. It was the first time she’d felt
it against her completely naked skin, and the loss of her sight only seemed to
intensify the brush of the hemp against her arms, legs and back. But her Sir’s
soft humming as he worked was relaxing, despite the desire growing inside her.
Without being able to see, she was never sure where he was going to touch next
as he worked. But it didn’t matter because she trusted him.

“Shift a bit to your left, Sabella.” His command broke through her
trance, but she did as he asked. Stepping hesitantly to her left, she wasn’t
sure what to expect. “Lift your left foot.” Then she felt a small block of wood
or something being placed under her foot. It was easy to maintain her balance
as unlike the ‘
shinju,’
her arms were free, resting at her sides. The
hemp whispered around her thigh and the trailing ends teased her calf. Unable
to help herself, she shifted and nearly came unglued as a strategically placed,
but unseen by her, knot rubbed over her clit.

“Sir…” she gasped, unable stop the pleasure radiating from her
groin.

A low chuckle reached her ears, from where she could only assumed
he knelt. “I see you found it, Sabella. But be a good girl and don’t move
again.” His hand traveled up her thigh to tug the rope between her thighs. “Or
I might be tempted to bend you over the spanking bench and give you a
very….erotic spanking.” His breath tickled over her inner thigh, mere
millimeters from her creaming folds. She wanted to arch her hips towards him in
a silent plea, but he’d told her not to move.

“Yes, Sir.”
She trembled but held her ground as he continued to pull the hemp
across her willing flesh. For every tug and twist she relaxed, even as she
wanted to find the illusive sub-space or rope space as Sir called it. He’d once
described it as a light, floaty feeling and once she’d found it, she’d never
again doubt its existence. As anxious as she was to experience it, the
confounded knot rubbing against her clit wouldn’t let her. She was aroused and
her body was at war with her mind. She only prayed once her Sir was done
wrapping up his present, he would bend her over a flat surface and put out the
fire he’d started.

“Move forward, little one.” The block of wood was removed and she
took several steps forward until he stopped her.

“Now relax for me, we’re nearly done.” He cupped her mound,
pressing hard on the knot. She moaned softly, teetering on the edge. Her short
walk, followed by his touch, had her poised on a release she was sure was going
to be spectacular. “Soon I’ll be buried deep in you, giving you what you need
as the ropes hold you.”

“Please…” She jerked a bit as he released her, her orgasm stalling
out.

“Match my breathing, Sabella.”

“Yes, Sir.”
She struggled to obey but soon found as each additional wrap of
the rope was added, her uncontrollable need to come faded a bit, as she focused
more upon how the hemp held her, caressed her skin. She was beginning to rise
above her body’s needs when light suddenly blinded her. They were less than
eighteen inches away from the mirrored wall.

“Look, Sabella.” Standing behind her, Sir’s darker skin made a
sharp contrast to her own body. Her breath caught as she took in not the
intricateness of the rope bondage he’d created, but instead the connection
between them. How his hands rested lightly on her upper arms between two loops
of rope.
The pleasure shining in his eyes as he took in their
image and her part in it.
“See what I saw the first time.
The beauty of a submissive giving over to her Master.
Her trust in him as he leads her where she wants to go.”
He
nuzzled her neck, his dreadlocks spilling forward to tease her shoulder and the
upper swell of her breast. She wanted to beg, to plead with him to not let this
moment end.

“Please….Sir…” she whimpered, as his tongue traced up her neck,
while his hands wandered over the swells of her breasts both teasing them with
his callused hands and soothing them at the same time.

“I will…” His head lifted and he made eye contact with her in the
mirror. Moving her closer to the mirror, she gasped as he pressed between her
shoulder blades, guiding her forward until her breasts were flattened against
its cool surface and her hips were canted back. The shock of it had her crying
out.

He squeezed her bottom in reassurance before groaning. “I have
you, Sabella.” The head of his cock rubbed against her as he rocked her gently.
She bit her lip as the naughty knot rubbed over her, giving her a minute amount
of friction but not enough. She was so close to coming she cried out as the
knot slipped away from her clit. She didn’t have time to mourn its loss as her
Sir’s cock filled her from behind. His rough growl as he sank inch by inch
teased her ear. Once he was fully seated, he leaned over her, laying his chest
against her back. “So damned tight,” he whispered before licking across one
shoulder blade. “You feel wonderful -
everyone
of my
adolescent dreams come true.”

She didn’t know how to respond to the raw need she heard in his
voice, other than to give him what he wanted. “Fuck me, Sir.”

The plea had no sooner crossed her lips than he was riding her
hard, the intense rocking motions pressing her roughly against the glass. She
didn’t mind the discomfort however. She was being racking by too much pleasure
to even notice it. Her world spun wildly as he exorcised his teen-aged
fantasies on her willing body. Her throat was going to be raw from the sobs by
the time he was done, but she was too busy coming around him to care. By the
time he stiffened behind her, his seed filling her, she’d lost how many times
she’d come. All she knew was
she’d
pleased him and she
was happy except for one thing…

“Sir?” she asked a short while later as he undid the ropes, and
was rubbing the massage oil into her skin as was his custom.

“Yes, Sabella?”
He looked up from his position at her feet. Even kneeling to rub
in the oil, there was nothing submissive about her Sir’s pose. He was still a
hundred percent her Master.

“The wooden block…what was it for?” She wasn’t sure what its
purpose had been.

He gave her wolfish grin. “It was to expose your pretty little
chitsu-nai
for my viewing pleasure as I worked
on your legs.”

A
blush filled her face, but she couldn’t help but giggle a bit. This playful
side to her Master would take some time to get used to.

“I
can’t believe we’re doing this, Ethan.” Davis kicked back in his chair, tossing
his feet up on his desk in the office he shared with Ethan at New Beginnings.
Across the room at his own desk, Ethan looked up from his paperwork and sighed.

“I’ve
argued with you until I’m blue in the face, Davis, and I’m tired of it. I get
that Louis is a total, as you call it “douche”, but I don’t have enough proof
to have him arrested, let alone banned from any of the other clubs. So it’s
either you and
I keep an eye on him, or we let him loose on
some unsuspecting sub.”

Davis
crossed his arms over his chest, a disgruntled look on his face. “That’s just
it! We’re going to have a club full of unsuspecting subs tonight at Subbie
Night. Who’s going to protect them?”

“We’ll
protect them as we always do.” Ethan rubbed the bridge of his nose. Even as
much as it chapped his ass to have the slime in his club, he couldn’t in good
consciousness let the idiot end up in another club.
And I can control
myself. I won’t go after him unless he lays a hand on Sabella.

“Fine,
we’ll protect the subbies at the club tonight, but what about Sabella? What are
you going to do when she sees him? Or are you going to deny yourself your
weekend with her to catch the son of a bitch? I’m sure she’ll
be real understanding
how her Dom decided he didn’t want her
around…”

Ethan
shook his head, his eyes narrowing. There wasn’t a chance in hell he wasn’t
spending this weekend with his little one. “She’ll be by my side. I plan on
demonstrating on her tonight to prepare her for the crowds we’ll run into at
the Kinkfest.”

Davis
groaned. “You know your timing sucks right? She’s going to be off-balance with
having an audience for the first time,
then
you’re
going to let the asshole from her past walk back into her life?”