Chapter 6 #3
“Oh. Uh…” He took another breath. As if he couldn’t help himself, he tried to push against my hand, all subtle-like. “We’ll pack an overnight bag. Are, uh…are we arrivin’ together?”
“No.” I slipped my fingers down his balls and squeezed them lightly through his jeans. “You and Jordan will show up when the doors open. Nate and I… We’ll find you.”
He clenched his jaw, his chest falling and rising faster. “Only you can make that sound like a threat.”
I grinned. “That’s just how you interpret it.”
“…happy to welcome little Jordan up on the stage with me.”
Damn. I withdrew my hand and sat up straighter, ready to watch Nathan and Jordan.
“Goddammit,” James cursed under his breath. “Didn’t take you for a tease, boss.”
I scratched my nose. “How have I teased you? I don’t even know what you want. You don’t say much.”
He shut his trap.
Yeah, he could mull that over, ’cause I wasn’t giving him what he wanted until he got down on his knees and begged for it.
Nathan Riley
Jordan looked equal parts nervous and excited as he joined me on the low podium.
“Do I get undressed now?” he asked.
“Only if you’re comfortable,” I replied. “I can tie you up in those jeans too.”
He hesitated for a beat, thinking about it, then shook his head and started unbuttoning his jeans.
I faced the audience to give him a semblance of privacy from the attention.
“What I’m going to demonstrate on Jordan today is a combined Server’s Hand and a waist harness.
For those of you who are new to bondage, just picture a caterer holding a big serving tray at shoulder height.
” I showed the pose myself too. “Hand open like this, palm up, fingers pointing back, elbow at your side. In short, I’ll tie him in this position so he can’t move.
I will also fix his elbow into place and integrate the Server’s tie with the harness.
” But more on that later. “I’ve opted to do the harness first. Can anyone tell me why? ”
One of the new boys raised his hand. “Because it’s more fun to do?”
“Because it requires more rope?” someone else guessed.
“I think it’s because the harness sounds more complicated, and you wanna get that out of the way.”
I waited to see if anybody else had a guess before I answered.
“It’s about timing. Ropework takes time, usually more than you anticipate.
It’s why we start off easy and why I recommend you time yourselves.
Not to see who can work the fastest, but so you get an idea of how much time will actually fly by.
And that’s important to know because it’s the rope bottom who has to stand in the same position throughout the session.
” I paused and grabbed a bundle of rope again.
“The ties I’m doing today are simple ones—the Server doesn’t take more than a few minutes.
But Jordan’s hand will still be in a potentially uncomfortable position, so I’m choosing to do the harness first to minimize the discomfort.
” I gestured for Jordan to stand in front of me.
Sweet Jesus, did he have a nice body. To be in my twenties again…
I wasn’t sure he had a single hair on him. Maybe some light fuzz on his legs, but that was about it. Did he get it removed regularly, or was he just…like that?
You didn’t want hair in the way in bondage, unless it was part of the pain, so I was getting increasingly excited about tying him up. Wonderful posture on him too. He was slender but not lanky. He had lean muscles, smooth-looking skin, and the cutest little ass.
Those briefs were cute too, as promised. Tight and pastel blue with yellow ducks on them.
My mouth twitched. “Now…if I get the opportunity to play with Jordan more in the future, maybe we’ll explore predicament bondage together. In which case, we will prioritize the uncomfortable ties.”
He peered up at me over his shoulder. “I’m too adorable for you to want me in pain, Sir.”
I let out a laugh and planted my hands on his shoulders, with the rope trapped in between. “Is that what you think?”
“Well, it’s what I hope,” he admitted.
I smiled. “You’re definitely adorable. I’ll give you that. But I don’t mind seeing adorable boys cry.”
Like most brats, Jordan aced the yikes-face.
“One more thing,” I said. “Are you okay with me touching you intimately? The harness will go between your legs. If not, don’t worry, I’ll go with a hip harness instead.”
He shook his head quickly. “The more intimate, the better, as I always say. Sexualize me all day long, Sir.”
Fuck, he was funny too. Several of the members in the audience chuckled or cheered.
I shook my head in amusement and—
“Can I just ask…?” He hesitated. “I might look like I’m the king of the world, but I am quite nervous. Can I possibly distract myself by asking a few questions about you here and there? Like a quiz?”
“Oh! I wanna know more about you too, Mr. Riley,” Anton said.
Hmm. I understood the appeal of distractions, but I needed his focus. On the other hand, that was mostly on principle with today’s session. I wasn’t going to do anything that could cause injury; the rope wouldn’t sit tightly. But even so, we would have to compromise—and I had an idea.
“This is what we can do,” I said. “You can quiz me all you want, and your Daddy will answer so I can concentrate on reading your body. But you have to be mindful of any twinges, numbness, or discomfort. Okay? Every little detail, you have to tell me. Remember what I said earlier—communication is…”
“Fundamental and constantly mandatory,” he finished proudly. “I promise, Mister Rigger.”
“Good brat,” I replied. “In that case, feel free to ask me anything. Ash will know most of the answers.”
“Most?” Ash spoke up from the back. “You insult me, baby.”
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.