Bowles, Jan - Claimed for the Master's Pleasure [Guilty Pleasures 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Jan Bowles

threw it aside. “Now hold out your hands. I’m going to attach a separate piece of rope to each of your wrists.”
    Without question, Lia obediently followed his instruction. She watched mesmerized as he bound a length of rope around each wrist. “There that’s better. Not too tight, I hope?”
    “No, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
    She recognized the rope as hemp or jute. She knew it wouldn’t mark her skin. Joe had used it on her many times. Next he coiled a longer length of rope around her waist two or three times, before repeatedly crossing the two ends between her breasts in a figure-of-eight movement. The pressure of the rope squeezed her tits into large, round mounds. Her nipples hardened and became acutely sensitive as the restricted blood flow began to take effect. Her pussy throbbed and ached as her submissive sexual being awakened with force.
    Closing her eyes and sucking the air slowly into her lungs, Lia concentrated on her breathing. Jake took hold of her hands. The lengths of rope dangled from her wrist and trailed on the floor as he led her into the bedroom. Her feminine arousal began coating the inside of her thighs as she walked on adrenaline-charged legs. She noticed the blinds had been drawn and several lamps had been lit, to cast a subdued light over the room.
    He cupped her chin and she looked up into his piercing blue eyes. “Remember, you can trust me, Lia. If you use your safeword, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing.”
    Not daring to speak for fear of her voice cracking, she nodded her agreement, and then let out a long, slow breath. Placing herself in his care took all her courage, and he waited for her to calm down.
    “Are you ready?” he asked.
    “Yes, Sir,” she replied, meekly. Surely her heart couldn’t beat any faster?

Chapter Seventeen

    Jake positioned her with her back to the end of the four-poster bed. He raised each arm in turn, tying the end of the rope attached to her wrists around the top of the bedpost. Next he roughly tied a length of rope to each of her ankles before spreading them wide, and securing them to the legs of the bedstead. Ultimately, she found herself spread wide open between the posts. As she looked down her body, she watched her stomach undulating and quivering in anticipation. Tightly secured by the rope harness, her breasts and nipples jutted forward, making her feel sexy as hell. A warm sensation burned in her pussy. God help her, she wanted him to fill her right now with that huge dick of his. His erection, strong and virile, bobbed in front of him. He was as sexually charged as she was.
    “Mmm, that’s better. Just one final thing, and you’ll be fully open to me.” He took a small piece of string from the dresser, and held it up in front of her. A wicked smile spread on his lips. “Any guesses?”
    Lia shook her head. “No, Sir.”
    The muscles of his shoulders flexed and shimmered in the subdued lighting as he leaned down in front of her. She saw the five o’clock shadow staining his jaw, and the sensual swell of his lips as he stared at her pussy. With her legs spread wide, her glistening womanhood was open for his inspection. Thank God she kept it clean shaven. “I’m so glad you’re pierced. It makes all the difference.” He threaded the length of string through the hoop of her clitoral piercing, and then tied both ends to the coils of rope around her waist. Lia gasped as the tightened string raised her clitoral hood higher, completely exposing the sensitive, sexual nub for her Master.
    “Oh, God,” she whimpered, as her legs began to tremble uncontrollably. Her sexual libido had gone off the scale.
    “Has a man ever done this to you before?” he asked, staring into her eyes for a long time.
    Mesmerized by him, Lia gasped as he feathered a finger over her exposed clit. It felt so fucking erotic. The heady mix of pleasure and burning pain ripped right through her as he playfully teased the sensitive spot. Her head went back, and she cried