Unbind My
Heart
Club
Decadence, Book 4
“A very nice two-column tie, don’t you think?”
“It’s beautiful, but doesn’t that strain her arms?”
“Alec and Lisette are both experienced Shibari practitioners,
former students of mine, in fact. He is very conscious of the
fatigue factor of that pose and the strain on her joints. He won’t
push her past her limit. Notice the protective arm around her waist,
the close attention he pays her to the exclusion of others, and just in case,
he carries a pair of scissors in his front pocket. Do you see?”
“I do now. I hadn’t noticed any of that, just how
beautiful she looks in his ropes.” She also noticed that her voice had
taken on a breathy quality. To mask her growing arousal, she cleared her throat discreetly and took a sip of her
water.
“His ropes… that’s very perceptive. The artist is
often invisible behind his canvas. Are you familiar with the
Japanese arts of Shibari or Kinbaku? Did Regan or Elena tell you I
am a Shibari Master?”
Lexie’s jaw dropped open. Was this a set-up? How
had Regan and the girls known they had matching kinks? Lexie had
never let on to any of them about her secret bondage fantasies. Surely,
it couldn’t be coincidence. Puzzled, she focused on his question for now. “Uh,
well… I’ve seen a few pictures on the subject.”
“And what did you think?”
“I found it quite beautiful, actually. Not the
trashy pornographic kind—I’m talking about the artsy ones with good photography
and lighting, the ones that focus on the artistry of the ties that enhance the
model’s beauty. Sexual, yes, but it was more sensual and erotic
rather than carnal or graphic.” She paused to look back at Lissette. “I
don’t know if I am explaining this right and doing it justice.”
“You’re doing just fine. Please continue.” His
words encouraging, his tone coaxing, she warmed to the topic.
“I went to a show last summer that used other mediums like
feathers, silks, fluorescent lights and different colored ropes. It
was fabulous and despite the nudity, it wasn’t pornographic or X-rated. In
fact, many of the models were draped so artfully that very little skin was exposed. The purpose was art and beauty, not specifically to
titillate, although I’m sure many found it arousing.”
Realizing she was gushing again, she stopped. Too
late, the extent of what she had inadvertently disclosed became clear. Uh-oh! What
had caused her to spill her guts like that? Was it the martinis? No,
she hadn’t had a sip in a good while. The subject matter, maybe, but
as she looked at her companion, she suspected it was most likely Master
Jonas. Something about him caused her, no compelled her, to
cooperate. She was shocked that she had revealed such personal and
private thoughts to him, a practical stranger. Oh my!
“A few pictures did you say?”
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