Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 42

She hooks her finger into the waistband of my jeans. “And what about you?”

“All in good time, Miss Steele.”

She pushes her lower lip out in a moue and I gently take it between my teeth. “No pouting,” I whisper, and start unhooking the basque she’s wearing, freeing her beautiful breasts. Slowly, I peel her out of it. Once it’s off, I place it beside the harness.

“And now these.” Kneeling, I slide her panties gently down her legs, ensuring that my fingertips skate across her skin. When I reach her ankles I stop, and give her time to step out of them. I place them on top of her basque. “Hello there,” I address her vulva, and plant a kiss just above her clitoris.

She smirks, and I remember a time that a kiss on this part of her anatomy would make her fidget and blush.

Oh, Ana. We’ve come a long way.

Standing, I grab the harness. “This is like the parachute earlier today.”

“Where you got the idea?”

“Yes. Well, you gave me the idea. So, step in, here.” I hold the thigh straps open and Ana grabs on to my biceps and steps into one side and then the other. Once in, I hook the shoulder bindings over her shoulders and proceed to buckle all the straps. This includes the one across her chest, at her back, at her waist, and each of those around her upper arms.

I step back to admire my handiwork and my future wife.

Man, she looks hot.

Oh, Sinnerman, Nina sings.

“Feel okay?” I ask

She nods quickly, her eyes dark and full of carnal curiosity.

Oh, Ana. It gets better.

From the top of the drawers I grab the leather cuffs. I fasten them to each of her wrists and then hook their carabiners to the brass loops embedded in each of the upper arm cuffs. Ana’s hands are now tethered, level with her shoulders, and effectively immobile.

“Okay?” I ask.

“Yes,” she breathes.

Gently, I tug at one of the hooks embedded in the chest strap and lead Ana to the edge of the restraining system in the ceiling of the playroom. From above, I unhook the trapeze and tug it into position above Ana. From each end of the trapeze there are two short cords with carabiners at the end. I clip these to the hooks in her shoulder straps. She watches me intently as I complete the task.

She’s now hooked in place. Her feet flat on the floor. For now.

“So, the exciting feature of this device is that I can do this.” I step to the side and from the large brass cleat that’s attached to the wall, I unwind the cords that are secured to the trapeze via the restraining system. With both hands I tug, and Ana’s suddenly hoisted onto the balls of her feet. Ana gasps and totters from side to side and front and back, attempting to find her balance. I rewrap the cords around the cleat, leaving Ana dancing on the tips of her toes.

She’s helpless. And completely at my mercy.

It’s a thrilling thought and sight.

“What are you going to do?” she asks.

“Like I said, exactly what I want. I’m a man of my word.”

“You won’t leave me like this?” She looks panicked.

I grasp her chin. “No. Never. Rule number one: never leave someone who’s restrained alone. Ever.” I kiss her quickly. “You okay?”

She’s breathing hard, excited, and I think she’s daunted, but she nods. I kiss her again, this time with infinite tenderness, my lips brushing hers. “Right. You’ve seen enough.” From my back pocket, I retrieve a blindfold and slip it over her head and cover her eyes.

“You look so fucking hot, Ana.” Taking a few steps back to the drawers, I pull out the item I require and slip it into my back pocket. I circle Ana, admiring my handiwork, until I’m facing her once more. I run my thumb over her lips, then down her chin, down her sternum.

Power, Nina bellows out through the playroom.