Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I smirked and squinted into the darkness as my hubby walked closer and went from being a faint silhouette to visible. He folded his arms over his chest and apparently planned on standing there. He could’ve joined us up here…
Very well. If this was happening, I felt like I should clue in the rest of the audience.
“For those who don’t know, Ash is my husband,” I said. “Jordan and James are our neighbors, and…” I fisted Jordan’s hair and tugged him back a few inches, and fuck me if his reaction wasn’t perfect. The gasp, the surprise, the fight in his eyes, the following surrender when he lowered his gaze, his chest rising and falling. “Hopefully, we’re gonna have a lot of fun with them.”
He swallowed. “Fingers crossed, Sir.”
Fingers crossed.
“You may start with your questions, little one,” I murmured. Then I lifted my gaze to Ash. “Nothing too rapid. Believe it or not, we’re still here for bondage. And don’t let Jordan get away. Ask him questions too.”
“Aye-aye,” Ash confirmed.
It hadn’t escaped my notice that Sierra was standing to the side, beaming brighter than the sun. Chances were she’d already filled in her Mistress—if they hadn’t caught the gossip about Ash and me online, of course. That was also an option.
“Okay, let’s begin,” I announced. “As mentioned, we’re starting with the harness, and I’m using a thirty-foot rope for this tie.”
Wanting everyone’s eyes on Jordan, I remained behind him rather than getting down on one knee in front of him. I showed, and explained, how I wrapped the rope around his midsection, making sure the ends were equally long on both sides, leaving plenty of space and rope for a single column with a lark’s head knot.
Jordan cleared his throat once I’d stopped speaking. “Um, what is Mister Rigger’s favorite dessert?”
I smiled to myself.
“Berries with heavy cream,” Ash answered. Like he knew me or something. “He’s a sucker for cheesecake too.”
Damn right.
“Would you be comfortable with public play?” he asked in return.
“Yes, Sir,” Jordan replied. “It wouldn’t shock me if I’m saluting the crowd to some degree in the next five minutes.”
I laughed silently and peered down his front to continue the tie downward to his crotch. “One more question before it’s my turn to speak again.”
He tapped his chin, thinking cap on. The distraction seemed to be working, because he didn’t come off as nervous.
“Please say five things most people don’t know about Mister Rigger,” he requested.
“Okay, every demo needs to be like this.” That sounded like Wayne. He wasn’t new per se, but he was insecure and unsure of himself, so he attended most newbie sessions. “We’re finally gonna learn more about Nathan.”
Oh, nonsense. I had no issue getting personal just because I didn’t volunteer any tidbits in the middle of a session. My friends knew me well.
“All right, five things,” Ash said. “Shortly after we got hitched, he surprised me with the one and only tattoo he’ll ever get. It’s our last name high up on the inside of his thigh. And on that topic, his favorite font is the classic typewriter. Third, the guy he’s used as a rope model most times is yours truly. Fourth, he’s been featured in dozens of kink magazines for his ropework over the years. Last but not least, he can sing. He can sing damn well, actually, but he’ll shut up as soon as you enter the room. So the trick is to lurk in the background—or get him drunk.”
For the love of God. What happened to spilling the beans on my favorite type of pasta or workout music? There was no reason to dig that deep, dammit.
“And right now, he’s embarrassed,” he finished.
I shot him a look that made everyone else laugh. Some of them offered an “aww” or two as well. Jordan was one of them.
“We’ll take a break there,” I said, clearing my throat. “Next part of this harness is to sexualize little Jordan.”
See, I could be funny too.
“I’m ready, Sir!” he giggled.
“Now, if this were Nattie and Sierra,” I went on, “Nattie would probably twist the two ends here so that the ropes become one and land at the center. You can also add extra ties here to secure a vibrator, for instance. But in Jordan’s case, I will need the two ends.” I also needed his undivided attention, so I waited. I didn’t move the rope beyond his lower abdomen.
A few seconds ticked by. The dojo fell silent again, amusement and reactions from the “quiz” died down, and Jordan eventually glanced up at me.
There you are.
“Eyes on me now,” I whispered.
He gulped. “Yes, Sir.”
Christ, he was beautiful. Even more so up close.
I dipped the rope lower and traced the edge of his briefs, making sure he felt my fingers too. The fabric was as soft as his skin. Past his cock, under his balls, and up along his ass. I caught one end of the rope with my other hand before repeating the action with the second end.