Treasure Me (One Night with Sole Regret #10)

“I just wanted to tide you over until I could tie you properly.”

Being slowly tied up—with all the treasuring intention she knew he’d show—was precisely what she needed at the moment.

“Mmm,” she murmured. “I’d say you did a great job of tiding us both over.”

“I’ve never licked my own cum out of a pussy before.”

Her eyes widened, and she twisted to look over her shoulder. His face wore an odd look of contemplation.

“I wonder how that tastes.”

“Only one way to find out,” she said breathlessly.

He grinned. “Let’s go upstairs.”

“Yes, sir.”

Dawn no longer resented the man’s unbreakable vows. As promised, he’d tied her in emotional knots on the inside and spent the next hours constructing a beautiful web of red, blue, and yellow knots on the outside. As she lay trembling in the aftermath of his sweet, satisfying torture, she could feel his knots so deep inside her that she knew she’d never be free of him.

And she was perfectly okay with that.





Chapter Seven


Kellen lay beside Dawn, tossing stray bits of rope lying in disarray around her off the bed. He’d managed to maintain control for quite some time, but after touching her and tasting her for hours, he’d finally allowed himself to fuck her, and the ropes he’d so carefully secured around her long beautiful legs had gotten in his way, so he’d had to cut them. A shame really—after all that work—but he thought he might die if he didn’t get his dick into her at one point, so the scissors had made short work of his living sculpture, and her tight, molten pussy had been worth every snip of the rope.

After he’d exploded inside her—filled her with more of his broken promises—he’d given himself a moment to catch his breath before starting the slow, attentive process of untying each remaining knot and working the blood flow back through her muscles and joints. She was completely sated.

“Show me how to tie you now,” Dawn said, reaching for a long length of red rope that had bound her arms together from wrists to shoulder not long before.

Okay, apparently she wasn’t completely sated.

Kellen’s heart rate accelerated because, yes, he wanted her to tie him. Wanted to give her control as she had gifted him with hers. But wanting something and making that desire a reality were two very different things. Once he was at her mercy, he wouldn’t be able to escape even if he wanted to. He had no way of predicting how he’d react once he was bound and helpless. “It’s easier if I show you how on someone else first,” he said. “Maybe Owen will volunteer.”

He was positive Owen would volunteer. Thinking about showing Dawn how to tie knots on Owen’s hard body had parts of Kellen growing hard again.

“I can follow instructions,” she said. “Show me a few knots.”

He sat beside her on the bed, took a black rope in his hands, and showed her how to tie several knots. She was a fast learner, much faster than he’d been. Her fingers worked the rope like magic, and watching her manipulate the knots on her thigh, which she was using for practice, was giving him far more than the courage to try being tied. It made him want it implicitly.

“So maybe I should start with your legs,” she said. “That way if I do something wrong, your hands will be free and you can correct me.”

His heart was thudding so hard, he thought it might burst in his chest, and even though he’d just come inside her, his cock was rigid with anticipation. “Good idea.”

“Or I could tie your wrists and ankles to the bedposts and have my way with you.”

He found that idea less than inspiring. “Would you prefer I do that to you rather than take my time tying each knot in a way that treasures each inch of your body?”

“Hell no, but I’m not sure I’m patient enough to give you the full experience before I get my own relief.”

“It will be worth the wait.”

She smiled and rolled her eyes to the heavens. “It always is.”

He allowed her to position his body as she wanted it—flat on his back with his legs slightly splayed. He already felt vulnerable. Wasn’t sure why that feeling turned him on so much.

“I definitely want to feature that glorious erection you got going on there,” she said. When he laughed, she added, “But the rest of you deserves attention as well. Your thighs and hips and chest and arms. Your throat and ass and back.”

“You have to pick a side. You won’t be able to reach it all unless I’m standing, and I don’t think that’s wise since I’ll likely fall when I zone out.”

“That zoning out is almost my favorite part.”

“Almost?”

“The orgasm tops it,” she said. She pinched her thumb and forefinger together. “But just barely.”

“I’ve never had an orgasm while tied. Toshi just left me there when he tied me up. But I remember dwelling on how much I needed to come until I was able to find that zone. Then the orgasm didn’t matter.”

“Trust me,” she said, “it matters.”

She settled on focusing her creative knots on his front side. “I’ll do your back next time.”

He liked the sound of that. How amazing was it that she enjoyed the art of Shibari as much as he did. If they both became masters, there was no limit to the amount of pleasure they could share.

“Now relax,” she murmured, settling into a kneeling position between his feet. “It’s my first time. It might take me a while.”

He wriggled his toes as she settled the first knot at the sole of one foot. He directed her—a little to the right, down—until the knot hit his sweet spot. His toes curled under, and a sigh of pleasure erupted from him.

“Right there,” she murmured, looping the end of the rope around his ankle to hold the knot in place.

Her manipulation moved the knot slightly, so it was no longer centered over a pleasure point, but she patiently redid her work until it was perfect. She bent his knee into position and formed a crisscrossing suspension pattern between his shin and thigh. Her hands were like soft magic against his skin; the rope gave more solid, focused sensations wherever it tightened. He was painfully aware of how hard he was and how neglected his cock felt as she centered all her attention on his left leg. When she was satisfied with her work, she looked to him for approval.

“Does that feel okay?”

“Feels great.” His hand moved to his cock of its own accord. “Everything about you turns me on. Did you know that?”

She lifted a brow at him. “Everything about me?”

“At the moment? Yes, everything.”

“I was going to do your other leg next, but if you’re going to cheat and touch yourself, I should probably work on your arms.”

“Are you sure this is cheating?” He pulled his hand up and down his length slowly, shuddering as the intensity of his pleasure overwhelmed him.

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