He hadn’t been totally surprised when she’d asked for their removal. After experiencing how Sabella reacted to the rope against her stomach, he realized he’d found himself a true nawa jujun — a rope bottom. But it didn’t stop his cock from aching for release from his pants. After she kicked free of her jeans, she settled back against him in her original position, her pantie-clad bottom resting against his groin as she knelt with her legs widespread. He only hoped his control was what he thought it was. “Shall we continue?” He prayed she would misinterpret the roughness in his voice as anything but desire. “Y..es…Sir.” He was happy to hear that her voice wasn’t very steady either. This was affecting them both more than either one had probably expected. Lowering his arms, he pressed the hemp against her skin, just hard enough to make an impression, but not hard enough to scrape her delicate skin raw. As he rubbed the rope across her thighs, a low moan passed her parted lips.
