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Chapter 14 - Bound by Design

Her name was Celeste — and she didn't waste time.

The message came through Velvet Skin's internal app, crisp and direct:

"I want rope. I want control. And I want her to tremble under my hands."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

Mika read it again. The request wasn't unfamiliar — but something in the phrasing made her stomach flutter.

Celeste booked a three-hour window and specified a private loft suite Velvet Skin kept for clients with "unique preferences." Mika brought nothing but her body and an open mind.

Celeste was already there when she arrived — standing barefoot on the plush rug, coiling thick red rope in her fingers like silk.

She was elegant. Not tall, but composed, with short black hair, olive skin, and eyes that watched everything. She wore black lace lingerie under a satin robe. Her nails were painted crimson, matching the rope.

"Mika," she said, voice low. "Come. Undress for me."

Mika obeyed without a word, letting her coat slip to the floor, followed by her bra, her panties. She stood naked, heart thudding.

"Good girl," Celeste murmured.

The rope was warm. It slid across Mika's skin like velvet, coiling around her arms first — then her wrists, her thighs, her waist. Each knot was precise, snug, deliberate.

Celeste bound Mika's arms behind her back, tying them just below her shoulder blades, pushing her chest forward. Her breasts swelled, nipples already hard.

"You're beautiful when you're helpless."

Mika's breath hitched.

The first kiss came as rope cinched around her waist. Celeste pressed her lips to Mika's neck, then down to her collarbone, slow and electric.

She licked a line across Mika's nipple before sucking it in — wet, deep, with a moan that vibrated through them both.

Mika's knees buckled slightly. Celeste caught her.

"Hold still."

With a tug, Celeste anchored the final rope to an overhead bar. Mika was suspended, feet still touching the floor, body pulled upward. Exposed. Helpless.

Dripping.

Celeste stepped back, admiring her.

"You're ready for me."

She knelt between Mika's spread legs and licked her once — a long, slow stroke from entrance to clit. Mika gasped.

"Oh… f-fuck—"

Celeste grinned against her pussy. "That's right. Let me hear you."

Her tongue circled Mika's clit with maddening control. No rush. Just pressure, patterns, precision. She sucked it into her mouth, flicked it, then dragged her tongue down to taste Mika's opening — soft, wet, pulsing.

Mika moaned — high and desperate. The rope amplified everything. She couldn't move. Couldn't grind. Couldn't run.

All she could do was feel.

Celeste lapped at her, tongue deep, fingers spreading Mika's lips wider. She teased her hole, licked circles around it, then sucked hard on her clit until Mika cried out.

"Please—please don't stop—"

Celeste didn't. She worked Mika's pussy like she owned it, moaning into her, building her orgasm with ruthless patience. Mika's whole body trembled in the ropes.

Then Celeste added her fingers.

Two slipped inside. Curling. Pressing.

Mika's breath shattered.

Her orgasm hit like lightning. She came hard, clenching around Celeste's fingers, body shaking as the moans ripped out of her — raw, loud, wet.

Still Celeste didn't stop. Another finger. Deeper.

"You're going to come again."

Mika screamed when the second wave broke — louder than she ever had with a client.

Celeste finally stood, lips wet, eyes glowing.

"You're gorgeous when you fall apart."

She untied her slowly, rope unraveling in gentle coils.

Mika collapsed onto the bed, flushed and breathless.

Celeste lay beside her, running fingers through her hair.

"You're mine now. You know that, don't you?"

Mika didn't speak. She only nodded.

Because it was true.

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