Yaone walked around the room, lighting fat, fragrant candles. There must have been dozens of these in the vast room. Zakuro walked deeper into the room, passing a doorway that led to a bathroom with an enormous tub.
“Please, remove your coat.” Yaone watched with burning eyes as he undid the chains that hooked the coat together. He placed it in her hands, noticing they were trembling slightly. She opened the door to the wardrobe and hung it up.
“Lady Gyokumen Koushu didn’t send for me, did she?”
“Now, your shoes, if you please.” He walked over to her and took off his shoes and socks. She placed them in the bottom of the wardrobe. “You may leave your gloves on.” She told him, when she’d noticed he started to take them off. He let his hands fall to his sides, waiting for her next command.
She smelled so good. Sweet like vanilla and a little spicy, like the herbs she spent her days mixing into the potions and salves she used for healing. Her long dark hair shone in the soft candlelight, making his hands itch to touch it, to pull the twin ponytails out and let it spill over his hands.
Normally, he would have taken charge of a situation like this. In the past, he was always doing the seducing and unless he was totally reading Yaone wrong…tonight, he would be the one being seduced.
“It was you who sent for me, wasn’t it?” Yaone still refused to answer his questions.
Still standing by the wardrobe, Zakuro watched Yaone search though a bureau drawer. His eyes widened and began to burn when she turned around and saw what she was holding. Leather cuffs connected to a long, light chain. What the hell was she going to do with those? Was she going to have him cuff her? Or was she…
“Please hold out your hands.” She came back to him, unbuckling the cuffs as she walked. He held out his hands, his hands beginning to shake with pent up passion. This was a side of Yaone he never would have even guessed at. Quiet Yaone. The healer of their little group was buckling his wrists in the leather shackles.
“I thought you had a thing for Kougaiji.”
The cuffs were in place, the chain dangling between his wrists. They weren’t tight but he wouldn’t be able to slip out of them either. The leather had felt cool at first but soon the cuffs were warm against his heated skin.
“Hmm.” She stepped back, tugging on the chain, dragging Zakuro near the huge four poster bed. “People usually think that about me. I guess it’s because I would give my life for Lord Kougaiji.”
Stopping about halfway to the bed, Yaone pushed Zakuro against the wall. The fireplace was behind her, lighting her up, creating a burning aura around her. Pressing her body up against his, she grabbed the chain and lifted it. Zakuro finally noticed the huge hook several inches above his head. Tossing the chain over the hook, Yaone managed to have Zakuro’s arms over his head but there was enough slack that his arms wouldn’t get tired.
“I would give my life for Lord Kougaiji,” She ran her long nails gently down Zakuro’s sides, causing him to hiss in pleasure. “But, he doesn’t have my body.” She brushed her lush lips against his.
He cursed her for just a second for chaining him up like this. Tugging against the chains, Zakuro tried to get closer to Yaone. She took pity on him and pressed her body up against his, cuddling his arousal with her hips. Tongues fought for dominance in a kiss that was little more than two pair of lips on each other. Her hands were everywhere; on his back, his stomach and finally settling on his lean hips.
He was thrusting against her, his arousal hard against her soft belly. With the back of her knuckles, she ran her hand over the zipper of his leather jeans. He broke the kiss, throwing his head back and chanted her name, over and over. Chains rattling, muscles bunching up, Zakuro’s body tightened up as wave after wave of desire washed over him.
Tie me up, tie me down part 3
“Please, remove your coat.” Yaone watched with burning eyes as he undid the chains that hooked the coat together. He placed it in her hands, noticing they were trembling slightly. She opened the door to the wardrobe and hung it up.
“Lady Gyokumen Koushu didn’t send for me, did she?”
“Now, your shoes, if you please.” He walked over to her and took off his shoes and socks. She placed them in the bottom of the wardrobe. “You may leave your gloves on.” She told him, when she’d noticed he started to take them off. He let his hands fall to his sides, waiting for her next command.
She smelled so good. Sweet like vanilla and a little spicy, like the herbs she spent her days mixing into the potions and salves she used for healing. Her long dark hair shone in the soft candlelight, making his hands itch to touch it, to pull the twin ponytails out and let it spill over his hands.
Normally, he would have taken charge of a situation like this. In the past, he was always doing the seducing and unless he was totally reading Yaone wrong…tonight, he would be the one being seduced.
“It was you who sent for me, wasn’t it?” Yaone still refused to answer his questions.
Still standing by the wardrobe, Zakuro watched Yaone search though a bureau drawer. His eyes widened and began to burn when she turned around and saw what she was holding. Leather cuffs connected to a long, light chain. What the hell was she going to do with those? Was she going to have him cuff her? Or was she…
“Please hold out your hands.” She came back to him, unbuckling the cuffs as she walked. He held out his hands, his hands beginning to shake with pent up passion. This was a side of Yaone he never would have even guessed at. Quiet Yaone. The healer of their little group was buckling his wrists in the leather shackles.
“I thought you had a thing for Kougaiji.”
The cuffs were in place, the chain dangling between his wrists. They weren’t tight but he wouldn’t be able to slip out of them either. The leather had felt cool at first but soon the cuffs were warm against his heated skin.
“Hmm.” She stepped back, tugging on the chain, dragging Zakuro near the huge four poster bed. “People usually think that about me. I guess it’s because I would give my life for Lord Kougaiji.”
Stopping about halfway to the bed, Yaone pushed Zakuro against the wall. The fireplace was behind her, lighting her up, creating a burning aura around her. Pressing her body up against his, she grabbed the chain and lifted it. Zakuro finally noticed the huge hook several inches above his head. Tossing the chain over the hook, Yaone managed to have Zakuro’s arms over his head but there was enough slack that his arms wouldn’t get tired.
“I would give my life for Lord Kougaiji,” She ran her long nails gently down Zakuro’s sides, causing him to hiss in pleasure. “But, he doesn’t have my body.” She brushed her lush lips against his.
He cursed her for just a second for chaining him up like this. Tugging against the chains, Zakuro tried to get closer to Yaone. She took pity on him and pressed her body up against his, cuddling his arousal with her hips. Tongues fought for dominance in a kiss that was little more than two pair of lips on each other. Her hands were everywhere; on his back, his stomach and finally settling on his lean hips.
He was thrusting against her, his arousal hard against her soft belly. With the back of her knuckles, she ran her hand over the zipper of his leather jeans. He broke the kiss, throwing his head back and chanted her name, over and over. Chains rattling, muscles bunching up, Zakuro’s body tightened up as wave after wave of desire washed over him.