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)
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.