Will You Dance Miss Laurence?
When the characters in this story started to shout at me, I tried to ignore them. What did I know about dancing? It's a long while since I passed all my ballroom dancing exams as a teen.
However, as usual I had no say in the matter—especially since I was told in no uncertain terms that there is dancing and there is dancing…
Dancing lessons were supposed to be fun, but who ever heard of attending them without your knickers on?
Shibari Master Ryan is intrigued by Ava, so when his cousin asks a favor, he is only too happy to help Ava out of the rut she says she is in.
Will her past allow her to enjoy his bondage, or will true submission prove a step too much?
And a wee tease…
So are you ready to be dressed?"
He ran his hand up her arm. The shiver his touch created was so delicious her juices coated her thighs.
"Come," Ryan took her hand and she let him pull her to her feet. "Stand here, arms out and your legs about a foot wide. Think starfish." The analogy made her snigger. A starfish was so not what she wanted to be, but she got the idea, and moved to the position he'd asked. Ava realized she'd not thought of her state of undress for ages. Here with Ryan it felt natural to be naked. Never before had she been happy to be bare in front of someone. Gavin had ridiculed her body so often Ava had kept herself covered up on every occasion.
She watched as he lifted the coil of rope and carefully found the middle.
"This is a medium length rope, love. It will do a nice short pattern and give you an idea of what I like. Remember I'll stop or slow at any time. This is fun not a gynae exam."
The thought of Ryan comparing his handiwork to a gynae exam made her laugh. Mindful of his earlier words she didn't reply and his lips quirked. "Well done. Right, now watch in the mirror." He centered the rope at the nape of her neck and swiftly tied a knot between her breasts before circling her torso.
Ava watched, entranced as her upper body was covered in an intricate pattern of rope and knots. Macrame had nothing on Ryan's design.
When there was only a few feet of rope left he let it drop, stood back and walked around her.
"Beautiful. When you're happy, I'm going to take a photo of you like this. Now the finishing touches." He took up the end of the rope and moved to tie her arms. "Give me your wrists."
Raven lives with her long suffering, dust bunny accepting husband ,and two cats, on the edge if a forest in Scotland.
She loves men in kilts and hates midges. However she'll put up with the second to drool over the first.
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