Chapter 13

“No, it’s under—” Mayumi said.

“Hush, I know what I’m—” I started, but then she tilted the phone screen toward me. I narrowed my eyes, comparing the diagram to the rope in my hand. “Shit. It is under.”

She blew a raspberry at me while I adjusted the loop. Realizing my solo practice hadn’t been quite enough, I’d recruited her to double check my work. By the fourth limb, I was finally finding my rhythm, having only made that one mistake.

I cinched the final knot and gave Luz’s leg a reassuring pat. She tested the tension, but the hemp held firm. It was designed to be easily adjustable and quick to release, yet impossible to struggle out of. The things men could do with rope were a wonder to behold.

Spread-eagle on the mattress with each limb anchored to a post, Luz was effectively immobilized. Between the sleeping mask, the ball gag, and the noise-canceling headphones, her world had shrunk to nothing but the feel of the ropes. She was already slick with anticipation; the towel beneath her was darkening rapidly.

“Fuck, you need to do this to me later,” Mayumi said, her eyes tracing the lines of the rope. “And then you have to teach me, so I can do it to Paz.”

I chuckled. “In time, kitten. For now, focus. You have a job to do.”

She offered a mock-serious salute, armed with a feather duster in one hand and a small cat-o’-nine in the other. I laughed, reaching for the handheld massager and pulling the bowl of ice within reach.

“Actually,” I said, scratching my chin as I surveyed our handiwork. “Let her stew for a bit.” I sank into the office chair we’d dragged into the bedroom. “Come. Sit.” I patted my naked lap.

Mayumi bounced over and dropped her full weight onto me. I grunted as she landed, but her playful grin vanished instantly, replaced by a yelp of genuine pain. She scrambled to a half-standing position, clinging to my shoulders to keep the pressure off her tender, tanned ass.

“I was going to suggest a cushion, but I admire your enthusiasm,” I said wryly.

“Fuuuuuuuck...” she whined. “Oooooooowwww...”

“Be more careful with that ass, Mayu,” I teased, my thumb grazing her nipple. “It’s mine and I won’t have you breaking it.”

“Yes, Daddy...” she whined. “For real, though, it huuuurts...”

“I have a cold pack in the fridge. You want it?”

She nodded meekly.

“Alright, sweetie,” I said, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “Up you go. Daddy’s gonna go fetch it.”

After a quick trip to the kitchen, I returned to find her tenderly massaging her butt. Soon we were back in the chair, though this time with a cushion and a towel-wrapped cold pack buffered between my thighs and her sore cheeks as she straddled me.

I ran a hand rhythmically up and down Mayumi’s side, my other hand mindlessly scratching behind her ear. In the background, Luz twitched and offered a muffled grunt every so often, but she otherwise didn’t move. The stain on her towel grew by the minute, though.

“This feels good,” Mayumi murmured, her voice muffled against my shoulder. “I needed a little break.”

“Yeah, maybe I got a bit too excited,” I admitted. “But can you really blame me? I have two little minxes constantly testing my self-control.”

She purred into my shoulder, nuzzling into me. “I’m so glad I fucked you.”

“Me too, sweetie. Me too.”

“But I’m scared.”

“Is it about earlier?”

“Kinda. It’s about the fact that earlier happened at all. I’ve never ... When you found my diary, I thought it was a sign. That maybe you were...” She trailed off, shaking her head. “It’s dumb.”