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Title: “Caught in the Shibari Web”
The younger secretary sat at her desk, making an attempt to deal with the spreadsheets earlier than her. But her thoughts stored wandering to the unusual bundle that had arrived for her boss earlier that day. It was a small, nondescript field, however the return deal with had learn “Supply Haus.” Intrigued, she had peeked inside…and been shocked by what she’d discovered.
Rope. Lots of it. Beautifully crafted jute ropes in varied colours and textures. But why would her boss, a strait-laced company kind, be keen on such issues? Was he into some sort of kinky shibari bondage? The very thought made her really feel a flutter of pleasure in her tummy that she rapidly suppressed.
She had simply turned again to her work when her boss himself strode into the workplace. Startled, she almost upset her espresso mug. “Oh,sir! I didn’t realize you were back so soon. Let me just…” She reached for the bundle, getting ready to stash it away.
But he shook his head, a sly smile enjoying about his lips. “No need to hide that, my dear. I know exactly what it is. In fact, I was hoping you could help me open it.”
“M-me?”she stammered, flustered. “Oh, well, of course. I’ll just…”
“Already open, I see,” he famous, strolling over to look into the field. He lifted out a coil of rope, testing it between his fingers. “Excellent quality. Yes, very good.”
She watched as he sorted by the ropes, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Had he seen her little snoop? Was he going to reprimand her for trespassing? But no, his subsequent phrases took her fully unexpectedly.
“I was hoping you’d help me try these out. No one else here would understand. But I’ve seen the way you look at rope tumblers on social media. You’re into this, aren’t you?”
Her jaw dropped. “You…you know? Wait, how did…”
He chuckled, unrepentant. “A CEO has to keep an eye on his employees’ online activities. You should be more careful about what you like and share. But they’re quite interesting things to discover…ocations, I find.”
She flushed, torn between mortification and illicit thrill. “I…I suppose I am intrigued by shibari. The control, the connection between partners, the artistry of it all. I’ve always wanted to try it, but didn’t think I’d ever have the chance…”
“Well, what better way to experience it than with your boss, hmm?” He winked, sending a shiver down her backbone. “But I should warn you – I intend to use you for my first rope practice. I’ve watched enough videos to have a basic idea, but I’ll need a human test dummy. I assume you’re willing to be my guinea pig?”
She hesitated solely a second earlier than nodding. She’d at all times puzzled what her reserved, demanding boss received as much as after hours. Now she was about to seek out out – and be the middle of his exploration!. He smiled, gradual and depraved.
“Excellent. Now, first things first – I need you naked. And I do mean naked. No underwear, no jewelry, no anything. I want an unobstructed view of my ropes against your bare skin.”
Her coronary heart began thumping tougher. This was taking place, actually taking place. She started unbuttoning her shirt with trembling fingers. His eyes adopted every inch of flesh she revealed, turning molten with male appreciation. She felt giddy, electrified, dizzy with pleasure.
“Keep going,” he inspired huskily. “I want to see all of you.” His eyes raked possessively over her as she let her shirt slide to the ground. Her skirt was subsequent, shimmying over the swell of her hips to pool at her toes in a whisper of silk. She stood earlier than him in solely a scrap of lace and silk bikini – not for lengthy.
With a snap of his fingers, he relieved her of those last obstacles, tossing them negligently apart. Naked ultimately, she fought the urge to cowl herself, forcing herself to stay nonetheless and uncovered below his burning gaze. She’d by no means felt so susceptible…and so arousingly happy to be seen this manner, in all her bare glory, by her boss. His consideration, his want, was shining out of his eyes as he took in each tan line, each scar, each intimate contour and curve. “Magnifique,” he breathed. “Simply perfect.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, blushing. His reward meant greater than she might say. But he was already reaching for the ropes, rolling the coils out on her desk. The enterprise finish changed into an intimate enjoying subject, competing with the catch on her breath for consideration.
“Turn around,” he instructed, voice gravelly. When she complied, he bent her on the waist, palms splayed on the cool wooden, ready for his bonding. The first contact of the rope on her shoulder blades made her gasp – after which moan because it started to sink into her pores and skin, wrapping her torso in an intricate internet of restraining loops. Her respiration shifted, turned shallower and sooner because the knots cinched tighter.
He walked round her, sketching designs on her bared pores and skin with the rope, his eyes alight with focus and one thing else – one thing darkish and harmful that made her coronary heart race and her core clench. She’d by no means seen this aspect of him earlier than, the wild, gleaming starvation that he usually stored so rigorously leashed behind his desk. It was as mesmerizing because it was terrifying to be on the receiving finish of it…particularly when he completed the binding at her wrists, tying them collectively in order that she was pressed into the desk, a dwelling set piece in his bondage fantasy.
“There,” he mentioned, circling her like a predator. “You’re quite the striking pattern, I must say. I’ll have to practice this more often. We could have so much fun with this…” She shuddered, achingly aroused on the depraved promise in his tone. Yes, they may certainly…
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss that left her breathless and craving extra. She’d have it…after he was carried out exploring his new fascination with shibari bondage and the exceptionally enticing feminine volunteer at his mercy.
And it was the sweetest mercy of all.
