The Sex Ritual. Part 7

He pulled his T-shirt over his head and off, abandoning it. The hard muscles of his chest and abdomen gleamed when the light caught them. “Show me how much you want it.”

For one moment she teetered on the edge. Then, on instinct, she dropped to her hands and knees. Lifting her chin, she looked up at him. There were six, maybe seven feet apart, and he towered over her. In this position, with her breasts dangling and her bottom lifted, she felt vulnerable and exposed, and she knew that’s what he wanted to see.

The rope still moved through his hands, then he patted his thigh with one hand, beckoning to her. That simple gesture made a tremulous wave of relief and anticipation pass from her chest to her pussy, and she made her way over to him on her hands and knees, until she was right in front of him.

Kneeling at his feet, she rested her forehead against his thigh. The rope was a hair’s breadth from her face and as she clung to him, he moved it, lifting it and looping