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fabric whispered against her skin, sliding down. It fell to the floor with only a moment’s hesitation at her hips.
     
    Harper stepped back slightly, and Jasmine trembled as he took in the sight of her. He licked his lips, his hands opening and closing as he seemed to inspect her slowly. He met her gaze once more, his eyes darkening as he reached around to her back another time. Jasmine gasped softly as Harper’s fingers unhooked the clasp of her bra. “This is very lovely too,” Harper murmured. “But I can do so much better with it off of you, Jasmine.” He guided the fine, lacy fabric away from her skin, drawing the straps down her arms with a caressing touch.
     
    “Remember,” Jasmine said, her voice cracking slightly. “Just your hands.” Harper met her gaze and nodded.
     
    “I remember well,” he said, smiling. “But there’s a few things first.” Jasmine frowned.
     
    “What would those be?” Harper’s gaze trailed over her body once more, caressing her without touch.
     
    “You must consent to have your own hands tied,” he said. Jasmine felt her heart flutter, beating faster in her chest.
     
    “Tied?” She had never tried it with anyone else, even though a couple of her ex-boyfriends had been interested in the idea. It had never seemed to be worth the loss of control.
     
    “Yes,” Harper replied. “Tied up, at your wrists.” Jasmine bit her bottom lip; she had to admit she was intrigued.
     
    “Okay,” she said finally.
     
    “Another thing,” Harper told her, his face taking on serious lines. “I will give you a safe word; if you use the word at any point, I will stop immediately. If you are uncomfortable, even for just a moment, with what I’m doing to you—with being tied up, or anything else—you say the safe word, and everything stops, I untie you and do whatever you need to feel comfortable and safe once more.” Jasmine looked at him, her heart beating now not just with arousal but also more than a little fear.
     
    “Do you think I’ll need it?” she asked him, swallowing against a tight feeling in her throat.
     
    “I hope not,” Harper said, giving her a little smile. “But if you do, it’ll be available to you. The safe word is ‘banana.’ That way, you can’t possibly mean anything else, and you can remember it. Say it for me now?” Jasmine took a deep breath.
     
    “Banana?” she felt silly just saying it, but he was right; she couldn’t imagine a context where she could say it by mistake, and certainly it would be easy to remember.
     
    “Bring your hands together at the wrist,” Harper told her. Jasmine raised an eyebrow, but did as he requested, placing one wrist over the other, extending her hands in front of her. Harper turned away, opening one of the drawers in one of the dressers. Jasmine’s eyes widened as he withdrew what seemed to be a large coil of silken rope, matte black with tassels on the ends. He un-looped the rope, stepping close to her once more.
     
    Jasmine’s skin tingled with apprehension and anticipation as Harper wrapped and wound the rope around her wrists. The soft material tightened as he made one knot after another, inextricably binding her wrists together, trapping her hands in place. As he tightened the last knot, Harper pushed her arms down lightly, letting them fall against her body, her hands almost covering her already wet pussy. “This is very nice,” Harper said, smiling slowly. “Very nice indeed. I can definitely work with this. You remember the safe word, Jasmine?” She nodded, wondering why she hadn’t said it already; wondering why she was going along with this.
     
    Harper’s hands began to touch and caress her everywhere seemingly all at once, cupping her breasts, trailing down to her hips, making Jasmine twist and writhe in instinctive reaction, hungry for more already. He teased her, rolling her nipples between his fingertips until they hardened into firm little nubs, the attention sending jolts of