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)
The need was written all over him.
“Any pain? Tingling?”
He shook his head and brushed his fingers over my abdomen. “I love it, Sir. It feels good.”
So did his hand on me. Kind of made me wish I weren’t immobilizing his other hand, because he was clearly good at using it.
He shivered again when I traced my index finger underneath the rope. “Sir?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“Oh gosh. Um.” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “I didn’t expect to react so strongly to this. Or to you.”
Goddammit. He couldn’t say that to me and expect me to…I didn’t even know. Words failed me. Hell, thoughts failed me too. I did the only thing I could instead. I cupped his jaw, dipped down, and kissed him. I kissed him hard. Right there, in front of everyone. In front of my husband, in front of Jordan’s husband.
This demo was officially toast. Not that they seemed to complain. I heard whistles, “fuck yeah,” and “God, that’s hot” from some members.
The kiss went from zero to one hundred much too fast, but I couldn’t help it. I had to taste him, I had to feel his tongue against my own, and I had to keep him close to me. Good fucking Christ, his urgency was a threat to my sanity. He threw himself into the kiss and locked his free arm around my neck.
This was insane. I didn’t fucking lose control. But when Jordan acted like he was ready to climb me like a tree, I had to do something before those basic ties actually hurt him.
“Easy, boy,” I whispered.
He whimpered. “But I want—”
“I know.” I gave him one more hard kiss. Okay, two. Three. Fuck me. “Me too.” I eased back but held him to me, and I cleared my throat and started removing the rope. “I’m not gonna pretend I have my shit together tonight, everyone. This is not what a Server’s Hand looks like.”
Sierra and a few of the others chuckled, including my husband. At the sound of his voice, I sought him out and…saw only understanding, amusement, and lust. Hunger. Something told me we were taking a shower together later—and that I was gonna get it.
I couldn’t fucking wait. I needed his hard cock—
Okay.
“We’ll just call it a night here, folks,” I said. “Like I said, all instructions and tutorials are available online—and I also host sessions here at least once a month. Fingers crossed I don’t lose my mind next time.”
“We’ll see,” Jordan quipped.
I shook my head in amusement and finally got the last rope off his arm. One down, one to go. The harness was next.
On a regular night out here, members usually wanted to come up and talk to me after a session. Ask for advice, volley ideas, make requests for future demos—et cetera. Not tonight. Everyone scattered—most left the room—with only Ash and James approaching the podium.
With Jordan refusing to let go of me, I gave up on the harness and brought out my shears, and I cut the rope instead. Fuck it. Fuck it all. It’d been an intense evening, and I… Fuck. It had been so intense—probably for Jordan too.
I couldn’t go home yet. Not until I knew he was okay.
Sure enough, the boy latched on and wrapped his legs around me the moment the rope fell to the floor. Arms locked tightly around my neck too. And he buried his face.
“I’m sorry, I can’t explain it,” he mumbled.
I squeezed him to me and kissed his temple. “You have nothing to apologize for, little one. I’ve got you.” I carried him over to the edge of the podium as Ash climbed up. “You wanna say hi to Daddy? He’s here now.”
Ash closed the last distance and leaned in, and he kissed me swiftly but hungrily. “That was fucking unreal, baby. I’ve never considered myself a voyeur before, but damn.”
I let out a breath and just let the pleasure wash over me. To share this with him after all these years—I couldn’t describe the relief.
James joined us too but stayed a couple feet away, gaze flickering between us.
Jordan lifted his head when Ash rubbed his back, and the two leaned toward each other and rested their foreheads together.
“Daddy, I think I have a crush on your husband,” Jordan whispered.
I grinned.
Ash smiled and kissed the boy’s nose. “Completely understandable. Good luck getting rid of it, though. I haven’t been able to shake my crush on him in twenty years.”
Jordan snickered. “You’re silly, Daddy.”
“It happens.” Ash gave him a quick smooch before turning back to me. “So I’m thinking youse have a bit of an aftercare situation goin’ on here, am I right?”
Of course he’d drawn the same conclusion. I should’ve known.
“I think so too,” I said.
“And maybe more kissing?” Jordan asked. “I don’t know your new limits yet.”
Ash and I exchanged a glance, and he cleared his throat. “I’m not sure we know either, truth be told,” he replied. “After watching you two up there, I…” He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I’m not worried. I just found it fucking beautiful. And sexy as hell. So…all cards on the table? Have at it. I’m fine with whatever you wanna do as long as everyone’s being safe.” He gave Jordan a pointed look while my mind started spinning. “You and James may have gotten tested, but I haven’t. Not to say I think I have something, because I don’t. For as long as we’ve been members here, Nate and I have gotten tested once a year because it’s what they recommend, even for monogamous dynamics. But given that I’ve been MIA for over a year, it’s been a while.”