The Sex Ritual. Part 4

The crown of his cock massaged her deeply at her center, as if his arousal grew in response when she looked at his offering. She moaned loudly, unable to hold back.

“Rope bondage-shibari. It’s the ultimate ritual. If you offer me yourself completely and allow me to bind you, you would be showing me how much you trust me.”

“I can’t,” she blurted. Even as she said it, she wanted to know what it would be like. Images of being totally bound filled her mind. She thrust her cuffed wrists right across the table, and her core clamped hard on his shaft, her hips rolling back into his.

“Oh, yes, you’re interested. Your body always gives you away, my dear.”

He’d set it up to test and tempt her, to introduce her to the idea.

She shook her head.

His cock reached. His hand on the small of her back exerted more pressure. That only made her buck against him all the more. Desperate for release, she writhed against the hard surface of the table, her body needling a