The Words To Bind
The Playgrounds Book 1
by P. Stormcrow
Genre: Erotic BDSM Romance
On the platform, a tall Asian man, young with a slim, athletic build, stood in the center. Rather than fetish wear, the man wore a pair of black slacks and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Behind him, lengths of rope already trailed from the hooks above that Luna had seen above earlier. Next to him stood Erica,almost a full head shorter, despite the impossible stilettos she wore.
“Good evening, all. I hope you are enjoying the party so far. It’s my pleasure tonight to introduce my dear friend Elijah Lee, who’s an award-winning artist in the shibari arts. You may have seen his works featured in national exhibits and various publications. Tonight, he will show us live how he turns the human body into art, and he has also graciously offered to teach some basics. Without further ado, I’ll pass the stage to you, Elijah.”
A brief smattering of applause filled the air before dying away.
“Thank you, Erica, for that kind introduction.” The man offered a slight bow, clapping both of his hands together. “It’s always a pleasure to share my art with others and to introduce shibari. You know, the word ‘shibari’ means ‘to tie in Japanese and comes from a martial arts style used to restrain captives. The name of its erotic counterpart, as we know it in North America and much of the Western world today, is actually ‘kinbaku.’”
Luna found herself once more itching for a notebook and she made a mental note to do more research when she got home.
He smiled, almost sheepish in his mannerism. “But you aren’t here for a history lesson. So instead, let me welcome my assistant to the stage. I have to thank Erica for so graciously letting me borrow Dominique.”
Widening her eyes, Luna inhaled as the submissive strode across the stage in her full naked glory and with confidence that she envied. Dominique’s legs seemed unending and her proud, larger breasts swayed, along with her hips. Luna could only hunch a little and lean closer against Jacob.
Another round of applause filled the air but Elijah was already a blur of motion. With deft movements, he looped different strands of rope around her body in dizzying ways and a hushed, almost revered silence fell on the crowd. When he next stepped back, he beamed as he showed the intricate harness he had threaded around Dominique’s abdominal area in a crisscross pattern that framed her breasts. The sheer sensuality of it all made Luna’s own breasts ache with need.
“Now, a party like this is also a rare opportunity for me to push my limits as an artist into more of the performance art variety. This is not something I usually get to do in my studio…” Elijah trailed off as he working again, looping the rope around her limbs, creating a V that dipped between her legs. Once done, he began pulling the ropes dangling from the hooks in the ceiling to tie around Dominique before hoisting her. Her body hung horizontal, face-up, with her back arched, her hair cascading down toward the floor. The rope suspended one leg upward. The other was bent back while he tied her arms behind her back. He ran his hand along her body and, in response, Dominique moaned, closing her eyes in obvious pleasure.
“While the art form is a sensual display of the human body”—Elijah circled his thumb along each of Dominique’s hardening nipples, and Luna had to bite back a moan herself—“the act itself can be extremely arousing for the one being tied.”
Luna’s breathing grew shallow as he trailed his hand downward. Her gaze followed Elijah’s, toward Erica, who gave a perceptible nod, likely for some permission. He trailed his hand farther down as he spun Dominique around until he was displaying her pussy to the crowd, a particular knot nestled against her glistening folds. He crept his hand with agonizing slowness and it was as if the crowd collectively held their breath for one of the goddesses of The Playgrounds.
Without thinking, Luna’s own hand rose to cross her own chest, reaching to hold on to the one Jacob had laid on her shoulder.
“You see, the knot in the middle, along with the tension that the entire harness is under from the suspension, creates a particular friction. And with a simple move, I can provide the most intense reactions.”
Elijah gave a hard tap on the knot. Immediately, Dominique’s body tensed and her face scrunched up. Encouraged by her reactions, he kept tapping, alternating in rhythm. As she began to writhe, he pressed the knot against her. Her lips parted in a wordless scream and her body spasmed in climax, causing all the ropes and Dominique herself to swing wildly.
Flushing now for a different reason, Luna tried to squeeze her legs together without drawing attention to herself. When Jacob turned his hand to engulf hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze, her stomach clenched and her core turned to a molten mess.
The Will To Serve
The Playgrounds Book 2
It was inevitable. They had teased each other all day with texts back and forth that whetted each other’s appetite—but not enough, never enough. How many times did she zone out at work with blank stares and thoughts of things he would do?
The anticipation throughout the day was excruciating, but in some ways, the drive back to his place was worse. Silence filled the car, so much that at first she feared she had crossed some line and it would be punishment, not pleasure, that awaited But a tiny, barely perceptible steady increase in speed gave her the courage to steal small glances at him. The tightened jaw, the intense focus on the road, the grip on the wheel… _Her breathing hitched. The signs were easy to miss, but she had known him for a long time. And now she wondered if she had pushed him too far in other ways.
Well, too far was…one way of putting it.
As soon as they stepped through the threshold of his apartment, he was on her. He pinned her to the door with one large hand holding both of her tiny wrists above her head. A button had flown off somewhere, her shirt half ripped open in haste to expose the bare skin—skin that he proceeded to first bite, hard enough to mark. Then came the lazy licks as his control exerted itself once more. He swept his tongue across to ease the pulsing pain. She squirmed and moaned as he nibbled with his lips and the occasional graze of his teeth down along the edge of her bra. But that was all. It was all teasing, drawing out the anticipation.
Almost against her will, she thrust her hips forward in an attempt to seek some relief as she ground against him and tried to entice him for more. A groan of frustration spilled from her and he smiled against her skin in response. She shifted her weight to try another tactic, sliding her leg up, rubbing her inner thigh along his hip while she mentally cursed the layers of clothing in between that undermined the effectiveness of the move.
“Eager, aren’t we?”
She flushed and squirmed again as he glided his free hand down her side and hooked it underneath her thigh.
His command startled her a little, but her body obeyed before she could register his words. Hazy fog clouded her mind. As he released her hands, she wrapped her arms around his neck and swung her other leg up, marveling still at how easily he could pick her up. She buried her face against the crook of his neck and inhaled, his scent faint with apple and cinnamon. The man had been baking again. Sweets, however, were very far from her mind at the moment.
It didn’t take long before she felt the softness of his bed against her rear. She settled and released her legs to let them drape with languid grace over the bed. But she remained reluctant to let go and kept her arms around his neck.
That was all it took. With a soft sigh, she released her grip and leaned back on her elbows while her gaze followed his every move as he straightened. With a boyish, crooked grin, he undid one button, then another until his white shirt parted to reveal the lines of toned muscles beneath it. In her head, she cursed the man’s ability to frame himself in the best light, always tempting her. She already knew she could never deny him anything, but when he was in that mood, she was helpless against his whims—and they both knew it.
He chuckled as he leaned forward and smoothed the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. “No biting yourself. That’s my job.”
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