Chapter 6 #4
“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.
He shivered as I ghosted my knuckles over his cock.
With both ends in my grasp, I wrapped it around my fist and tugged at it, just enough to make him gasp.
“Gah!” He broke out in goose bumps and breathed more rapidly.
“What’s your color, Jordan?”
“G-green,” he stuttered. “Horny green.”
I grinned and nipped at his jaw. “I’m not sure I’ve seen that shade. Turn around.”
“Yes, Sir.” He didn’t waste a second. He turned toward me, and I loosened the rope so I could get it over him. There we go. Now I could show the others what I did along his lower back. “I-I can’t concentrate on the quiz now,” he whispered.
“That makes me happy,” I whispered back. “Pretend it’s just us here.”
He nodded eagerly.
He seemed to find comfort in my arms around him, so I improvised. Because damn if I wasn’t getting hooked on this too. He was an amazing rope model, and the little brat was changing the game. Part of me couldn’t believe it, while another part rolled with the punches because it felt utterly natural.
This felt more intimate than what I was used to.
I looped the rope over the part that was already around his midsection, and I started a row of inline double coin knots because it would buy me more time with him this close to me.
“What I’m doing now along Jordan’s back is connecting the rope around his middle with the harness between his legs,” I said quietly.
It was easy to forget I was trying to teach these people something.
“I’m using the inline double coin knot because it’s beautiful, and that’s essentially this knot’s role in rope bondage.
It’s decorative. You don’t use it for much else but to create intricate patterns. ”
Jordan tentatively slipped his hands up my stomach, and it just woke me up. I wanted to string him up, see rope marks embedded in his skin, hear him cry out, use rope to attack his pleasure points, see beads of sweat form across his body, and fuck him into next week while he couldn’t move.
I dipped down and pressed a kiss to the spot below his ear. “You’re doing so well.”
“Oh gosh,” he breathed.
Once the harness was complete, I roamed my hands along every inch where the rope dug in, and I looked out over the others right when James joined Ash’s side. And right when James adjusted himself in his jeans.
Jordan had joked about saluting the crowd, and I could feel him every now and then when he shifted against my thigh.
What I hadn’t anticipated whatsoever was that I might get hard too.
But here I was, my desire growing for every second that ticked by.
Frankly, I wanted everybody else—aside from Ash and James—to fuck off.
Time was already running out; the session would be over soon, and I could spend those last minutes doing something much more interesting than showing a basic tie.
“Can we stand like this a while longer, or should I turn around?” he asked quietly.
I drew a deep breath and reached for my next bundle of rope, this one only fifteen feet long.
“You’re not moving an inch.” This was my dojo. I made the rules for my own demos. Was this the best position for the others to see what I was doing? Not even a little. Did I give a fuck? Not a one.
What I could do was reposition us so that they saw our profiles, and that was what I did.
That was all I was willing to do. We’d stay fused to each other.
It was so rare that I could feel someone else’s energy like this, that each time it happened, it threw me.
And aside from Ash, the other times I’d felt something like this, it’d been different.
Far from sexual. More of a mental connection that fascinated me; I could appreciate that a great deal.
But whatever I was in the middle of with Jordan was definitely sexual.
For the Server’s Hand, I spoke almost on autopilot while I explained the tie. My focus was fixed on Jordan—and touching him. I guided him with touch more than words, folding his arm, lowering his elbow, palm to palm… I eased his hand back as his wide-eyed gaze was glued to mine.
“There,” I murmured. “Pretend you’re holding a tray just like that.”
He nodded wordlessly.
At some point, his curious little fingers had snuck under my shirt.
I created another knot, this time to trap four of his fingers. You could do three too, but I preferred four.
“Tomorrow morning, I will upload instructions for the Server’s Hand in the bondage group online,” I said without looking away from what I was doing. “You can always find them in the album on my profile too. Both step-by-step instructions and video tutorials.”
I continued with the ties that went around his elbow, securing his arm in position, something I’d done so many times that I could do it blindfolded. Which meant I could focus more on Jordan’s reactions.
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.”