Page 80 of His Mansion

“What do you want, Mel? My mouth? My tongue stabbing into you until you can’t think?”

She squirmed, widening her stance. “Anything. Everything.”

“Ropes?”

Utter silence greeted him. Then her breath quickened, and her chest heaved as she fought for control.

Yes.

He kissed her nape. Soft. Gentle. Made sure she was solid on her own before he released her and made his way to the baskets where they stored the climbing ropes. He ignored the thicker weight and reached for the softest one. Once he had it in his hand, he made eye contact with her and slowly pulled the length free. In all their escapades over the past months, he hadn’t used ropes with her. One handful after another, the loops fell to the floor at his feet, their weight creating a hushed pulse with every new section. He let the strands slide through his fingers, enjoying the complete fascination he witnessed on her face. The trembling in her limbs.

He grabbed one more thing, then stooped and picked up the coil before returning to her side. His cock was so full it barely moved from its vertical position as he walked.

She flicked a glance at both his hands as he approached, examining the items he held. Her gaze landed on his groin, and she licked her lips. The tiny flash of pink tongue teased him. He wasn’t going to be able to last long once they got going.

He stopped beside her, letting the rope hit the ground with another solid thump.

Goose bumps rose over her skin, and he smiled as he knelt at her feet.

“Step in.”

Melanie raised a brow, but obediently lifted one foot at a time, resting one hand on his shoulder as he slipped a well-padded climbing harness onto her.

“Derrick? What are you doing?” Melanie brushed his fingers as he worked to close the buckle on the harness.

“You said you like ropes. So do I.”

Her eyes went black, pupils so wide they blurred into her dark brown irises.

Derrick threaded one of the fixed climbing ropes through her harness loops, tying off the figure eight faster than he ever had in his life. Then he reached down and got ready for the best part.

“Back on your knees.” Shit, was that his voice? He half expected her to run from the room screaming, the words burst out so gravely and harsh.

Instead, she smiled and fell gracefully to her knees. Only her gaze remained glued to the rope, and her breath hitched again.

He stepped behind her, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. He trailed the end of the rope over her back, and she arched in reaction, perfect breasts presented toward where their now-silent witness stood.

Derrick concentrated for a moment, gathering his own strength. Then he began.

Her arms he left hanging. The first loop of rope crossed her body from left to right, the strand passing between her breasts. The second loop he wound around her torso, then a mirror loop right to left, framing her torso into erotic art.

Every layer he added—slow, methodical—brought increasing noises of pleasure from her lips. Small moans and sighs. Tiny gasps as his knuckles brushed her skin. When he was finished, the waist belt he’d placed on her was covered, except for the traditional leg harnesses looped around each of her thighs. The attached belaying rope lay free, blossoming from the middle of her back.

Nothing guarded her sex. She was locked in place, unable to move her upper body, and yet her sex, her breasts—all bare for his pleasure.

And hers.

He knelt, raising her chin until he could stare into her eyes. Making sure she was fine, that she was still on board. From the happy sigh she gave him, the hint of glazing in her eyes, and the wetness painting her inner thighs, it was clear she was enjoying herself.

“Ready?”

She nodded. He touched her breast again, just passing a fingertip over the peak, and her eyes closed. “Hmmm.”

“More?”

Derrick waited for her nod, then paced to the wall where the rope of her harness fed up to the ceiling carabiner. He lifted her skyward, only a couple feet, securing the loose end to the wall. He’d chosen a fixed rope that left Melanie suspended in the center of the room, free of any entanglements.

Derrick dropped to his knees and nestled his face against her, smelling her arousal, feeling the curls damp with moisture.

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