Chapter 194: Exploring the Limits
KATE
"Sit down," Nathan ordered, approaching me again with some ropes in his hands.
I obeyed, changing my position from all fours to sitting. The contact with the leather made my ass hurt even more.
"Give me your hand," he requested, stopping in front of me.
I extended my arm. He intended to tie me up. But why were the ropes so long?
Passing the rope around my wrist, he tied a knot that seemed a bit intricate.
"The other one," he said when he finished, letting the rest of the rope fall to the floor.
I extended my other hand as he grabbed another rope. Swiftly, he repeated the same knot-tying process around my other wrist.
"Come," he said, picking up the first rope he had left on the floor.
Holding the two ropes in one hand, he led me to a corner of the room where there were chains and rings hanging from the ceiling.
Oh my God. I was beginning to feel apprehensive about the idea that he intended to restrain me.
"Raise your arm," he ordered, and I complied despite my apprehension.
With dexterity and remarkable technique, he passed the rope through one of the rings and pulled it, raising my arm but allowing it to remain slightly bent.
Then he secured the rope to the ring. I was impressed by his skill, and watching him was making me increasingly aroused. For some reason, I didn't mind when I found myself thinking about him doing this with other people in the past.
"Now the other one," he said, stopping at my right side.
I obeyed, and he followed the same process, leaving both of my arms bound to the rings. Excitement surged within me as I tried to keep my breathing under control. My breasts felt heavy as my blood heated up.
Stopping in front of me, he began to loosen his tie, while his eyes roamed over my naked body without any shame.
After removing the tie, he began to unbutton his black vest and finally discarded his shirt, keeping only his black leather gloves.
My eyes roamed over his muscular shoulders, arms, and chest, down to his well-defined abdomen, until I reached the front of his pants, where the bulge indicated his arousal.
I almost begged him to take me.
"Don't move," he warned me before stepping away.
A minute later, I felt his presence behind me. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pressed his body against my back and started tying a rope around my waist.
The sensation of the material brushing against my skin and gently constricting was arousing. My clitoris began to throb with desire once again.
After securing the rope around me, his hands moved to my back, where he made a few more ties. Then he passed the rope over my shoulder and brought it down, securing it alongside the rope around my waist. He did the same on the other side.
I could hear my heavy breathing as he performed the ties and took the opportunity to slowly brush his fingers against my skin, teasing me and sending shivers through my body. The tension was palpable.
When he finally finished tying the ropes to each other, they were firmly secured, forming an intricate, aesthetic, and sensual pattern that passed beneath my arms, around my breasts, ribs, and waist.
Stopping in front of me, he removed the leather gloves while gazing into my eyes. His were dark with a hungry and wild gleam.
My nipples were swollen, and I felt even more exposed with my arms restrained.
After discarding the gloves, he used one hand to glide his fingertips over one of my nipples.
I closed my eyes, biting my lip to endure the sensation that the simple touch caused me, but it quickly faded.
Moving away again, he returned seconds later with what I identified as nipple clamps in his hands.
I already knew the sensation they provoked, and it made my body tingle with anticipation. Approaching me, he attached the small metal chain from the clamps to the ring on my collar.
Oh my God. This meant no sudden head movements. In silence, he fastened one clamp to one of my nipples and then did the same to the other.
I closed my eyes, trying to suppress a moan because of the pain. But it escaped me when he tightened the grip.
Standing behind me and wrapping an arm around me, he slowly slid his fingers down my belly, sending shivers up my spine and making me yearn for his touch further below.
Wrapping his right hand around my neck, he made me tilt my head back slightly, causing my nipples to be pulled. The pain was pleasurable but also hard to bear.
"Please, no," I begged, feeling the pain intensify.
"Try again," he whispered, brushing his lips against my ear.
"Please, sir."
"Remember that it was you who asked for this," he said, releasing my neck.
What? What did he mean?
Lowering my arms one by one without releasing the ropes from the rings, he placed them behind my back and began a new series of ties, completely immobilizing my arms and leaving them bound to my back.
The position of the ropes forced me to keep my body slightly inclined forward.
I heard his steps moving away once again when he finished. And when he returned, stopping in front of me, he was holding more ropes.
Grabbing my thighs, he positioned them around his hips.
"Keep them this way," he warned me and then began to tie the ropes around my legs.
The main ties were just behind my knees, forcing me to keep them slightly bent. I tried to get used to the sensation, growing more and more apprehensive.
I was still trying to keep my legs wrapped around his hips for stability, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
When he finished with my legs, leaving me completely immobilized, he let go of me to finish by tying the ropes that bound my legs to the ropes on my back and then those to the rings attached to the chains on the ceiling.
My arousal was mixed with a little panic when I realized that I was completely suspended by the ropes.
"Don't move," he said, and then lowered the rope attached to my back, leaving my body in a horizontal position.
The ropes and the position were not at all comfortable; in fact, they were distressing, and my effort to keep my head raised to avoid hurting my nipples was starting to make my neck ache.
But the whole situation had made me so aroused that excitement had already overridden my reason, leaving me somewhat numb.
Positioned between my legs, Nathan seemed to appreciate the result of his work as he silently watched me. His eyes roamed over my body, occasionally stopping between my legs.
Heavens... I was completely exposed and immobilized, and he could do whatever he pleased with me.
Walking around me, he stopped next to my face.
"Beautiful," he whispered, caressing my face, and to my relief, he finally released the chain that kept the clamps attached to my collar.
I immediately let my head fall back, relieved.
"Don't forget the safe word," he said, brushing his fingers over my lips.
Then, upside down, I watched him unzip his pants in front of my face.
I swallowed hard, realizing what he intended to do.
Oh my God...
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