Bonds of Courage by Lynda Aicher

Author:Lynda Aicher
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2014-06-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

A bead of sweat ran in a slow descent down Holden’s forehead. It skimmed the edge of his eye before dripping off the tip of his nose to land with a silent splat on the mattress below. Bowed forward, arms bound by ropes tied in an intricate line of shibari knots down his back. His naked ass raised high to display the length of rope that wound around the base of his cock and balls, one end connected up his ass crack to the rope at his wrists, the other to his bound feet spread and tucked beneath him.

Vanessa’s boy was beautiful.

But the term “boy” didn’t fit Holden. She shook her head, sending sweat tumbling down her own brow. She swept it away, her focus never leaving her sub.

Suspended from the hooks anchored into the ceiling beams, he hung bound in the ropes tied by her. The black coil of soft jute around his neck held his head in a downward tilt. Its connection to the rope around his groin ensured that he felt every moment from head to toe.

Those solid thighs, perfect ass and hard bobbing erection were not a boy’s. Her man. It rang truer in her mind than the traditional “boy.”

She moved toward him, her heels clicking off her approach across the tile floor. A light flick to the weights dangling from the clamps attached to his nipples produced a low moan that sang through her. “Do you have anything to say to me, Holden?”

Outside of her explaining her intent to him after they’d entered her playroom, they hadn’t spoken during the hour it took for her to complete her task.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Although clearly stated, she caught the floating cadence of his words. He’d dropped into his subspace awhile back. He’d relaxed so completely into her hands with so little effort she’d almost purred in contentment. A lot of trained subs could find their happy place fairly quickly. But Holden wasn’t trained.

“Anything else?”

She ran her nail down the small space from the base of the rope at his nape to the first crisscross of ropes that held his arms at his back. His uncontrolled shiver shook his whole body. A deep, guttural sound escaped Holden’s mouth, and Vanessa smiled. The movement contracted the noose around the base of his cock and balls, constricting the blood flow to the already hard and dark blue-tinged appendages.

He swung with his movement, the ropes creaking on the bolts in the ceiling. His weight was balanced on the six ropes that supported him.

His low breaths held such power. The even flow signaled his state of mind, along with the pulse that beat solid and steady on his neck.

“I’m sorry...” He sucked in a gulp of air when she raked her nails over the curve of his ass. “Vanessa.” Her name came out on a croaked groan. Instead of a slight to be reprimanded in this room, her name rang like praise for who she was.

“For what?” Her voice had lowered to a rough grate that vibrated over her vocal chords.

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