Chapter 54
Monroe tightens the suspension rope and raises Angel to the very tips of her toes. I maneuver her higher and she keeps rising until her feet completely leave the ground. Her low painful moan causes my already attentive cock to twitch while I keep her body from pitching forward. I look over my shoulder and give Raul, who's controlling the winch, our prearranged signal to begin lifting me higher.
I rise from the floor and remove one hand from Angel to grab the web. Balanced precariously, I insert my foot onto the web rope to further balance myself. I remove one of the rope skeins from my waistband and, using one hand and my teeth, release the knot holding the doubled strand of rope together and let it shake loose. My job is to secure her to the top of the web from above while Monroe works on her legs. He tucks the back of her calves to her thighs and begins securing the lower part of her body to the web. An intricate weave takes shape and the strands on Angel's body begin blending into the web.
"Are you okay?" I whisper. She's become almost comatose and I need to know she's handling this.
Her breathy reply is simply, "Yes." The sound vibrates down my spine until it centers in my balls. The heavy ache is hard to ignore, but I'm too caught up in the magic of Monroe's rope fantasy to worry about it right now.
When we finish securing our captive, I absorb the beauty of her helpless form so cunningly trapped within the prison of ropes and knots. I pull my body to the side so my far leg moves over her torso and I straddle her. I barely notice the twinge to my knee when the leg bends. I run my tongue across her throat, savoring the taste of her slightly salty flesh, and then plant a series of suction kisses up toward her hairline just behind her ear where her scent is incredible.
The soft moan Angel makes hardens my cock until it's a stone pillar. Bringing my chest forward, I rub myself against her naked stomach. I desperately want to take her, to possess her here and now, audience be damned. Her breathing accelerates too and my excitement ratchets up another ten notches.
I need to gain some control, so I slowly inhale, count silently inside my head, and release the air from my lungs. Combat breathing comes in handy during many different scenarios, and I use what I know.
The music changes and becomes more urgent, but the rhythm snaps me out of an all-consuming need to fuck Angel. I glance in Raul's direction and push off the web with my good leg. Raul adjusts the tension of the rope and my feet land softly on the mat.
I turn and Monroe hands me a small round plastic ampule filled with rubbing alcohol and a twelve-inch wooden torch with a flame burning at the top. I step toward Angel and take hold of the chain between her breasts, giving a steady tug until her nipples extend. Her moan sounds loudly for the crowd. I squeeze the ampule and alcohol lands across her stomach instantly eaten by the flame that glazes her abs. My other hand moves down and smothers the flames before I aim the alcohol at her breasts.
The bright light of flame licks her flesh and excites the crowd. Angel's head is down and her mouth slack. I concentrate on her heavy breathing while I play along her body with fire. I lift my hand periodically and pull the chain attached to the nipple clamps to gauge her reaction. She writhes within the ropes as the murmurs of the people watching grow louder. I don't even think she's aware of the people any longer. Her body is a mindless bundle of need and I would give just about anything at this moment to take her over the edge.
It's time to complete the picture. I nod to Raul and say, "Take me up."
I rise into the air to the whir of the electronic winch while using the side of the web as stairs until I'm again straddling her body, this time in a higher position. Her face is at my cock and I can't stop the forward tilt of my hips. She's in subspace but not too deep and her tongue comes out and licks the cotton keeping my dick from her red sexy lips.
Shit, I think to myself. Monroe will be fucking her later. I don't like it even though I know it's crazy. I grab her braid and pull it up until I can remove the twine at the end. With deft fingers I begin unwinding the braid and releasing the strands of silk. I smell a gentle hint of strawberries and almost groan aloud.
At last, her braid unravels. I slide my fingers through the length until it drapes down her body. I give another nod to Raul to lower me. My feet touch the mat while my hands continue sliding through her hair.
I've worked this scene many times and it always has the same ending. I don't feel Monroe nearby, and I need to be sure the next part of the scene is a go. Where the hell is he? A sheen of sweat breaks out on my skin when I consider stopping the scene and not giving in to my fantasy. Fuck Christ.
I need the conclusion like I need air to breathe.
I take in her body caught in the web. Her silky hair has fallen over her smooth, rosy pussy. I pull the hair to the side and tuck the weighty strands into the web so they're not in my way. I use my fingers and spread her lips to see the glistening moisture that beckons. With two fingers, I delve into the warmth of her pussy, rubbing slowly until her body tenses and there's a break in her erratic breathing. She begins panting softly. With my other hand I find her clit and pinch. Her hips pump forward into my hands. At last she expels a long breath and the inner muscles of her pussy throb with climax. I move down to her inner thigh, to that soft area I've been dying to taste. I bite into her flesh, feeling her skin between my teeth. I almost lose my shit and break the skin. She tastes so fucking good.
She screams with the pain and pleasure of her orgasm, giving me and the crowd exactly what we desire. I release her skin, knowing my teeth marks will bruise and be visible for days. Stepping back, I feel my power as she sobs. Quiet murmurs surround us, but my focus stays with Angel. My best friend is leaving me with her for an extended period of time.
He's a fucking idiot.
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