Page 22 of Rattle the Cage

Then she grabbed an even longer length of cord, slinging it over her shoulder.

“Arms up, Trinket.” Her voice was deep, almost like she was in a meditative state.

Clenching my jaw, I did as I was told.

Grabbing the tight workout shirt, Blade stripped it off of me along with my sports bra.

My nipples hardened in the cold air as goosebumps rose along my body.

“Stay still.” Blade commanded as she moved behind me.

Before I knew it, she was slipping loops of rope up my arms and toward my chest. Pulling on the cords, she forced my shoulders to roll back.

Good for my posture, I guess.

I couldn’t help but take a deep breath as she moved me to her whims.

Looking down at my chest, the ropes wrapped around my chest and tits, framing them. The ropes had become a harness in a matter of seconds.

Behind me, Blade’s breath grew calm and steady as she worked. I felt a heavy knot forming around my mid-back, draping down my spine.

The twine tickled, forcing me to feel my body.

There was no thinking, not while she worked on tying me up.

More rope slid up my arms, this time wrapping around my biceps.

Another whimper slipped from my lips as Blade pulled the cord tight.

“Good girl.” She soothed. “Comfortable?”

Despite myself, I nodded. Because it was the truth. The restraint was tight, limiting. But that’s what made it feel so good.

Fueled with anger at her ability to settle me, I whipped my head around. “How could you let Cyrus do that to me?”

Grabbing my chin, Blade forced my head forward. “Look forward.”

She didn’t answer, not yet. Only once another loop of rope was over my arms did she speak. “I didn’t know what she planned to do. Hold still.”

Her voice was level, steady.

And I had no choice but to submit to her.

It calmed me, stopped me from feeling so full of anger that I would let tears slip from my eyes.

Instead, I sat with her answer until I could keep my body still. With each loop of rope over my arms, the chain of knots down my spine grew heavier. I knew it must be intricate, given how much time Blade was spending behind me.

Trying to resist the calm that washed over me, I turned my head to look at her again. “You should have stopped her.”

I tried to flex the ropes out of place, straining my muscles. But Blade’s work was too sturdy.

Grabbing the back of my harness, Blade pulled my body into hers. The heat of her center met my bare back. “Enough, Trinket. Don’t fight it.”

As she stood over me, her green eyes glaring down, I knew she wouldn’t respond to me until I submitted.

“Sorry.” I looked forward, letting a breath into my lungs.

“Better, Trinket.” Blade growled as she continued her knot. Giving the ropes a final tug, she jerked my body back. “And you can call me sir when you’re submitting to me.”