“And I’m not afraid to admit to you I’m far from an expert.”
“That makes me feel safer. I like it that you admit you don’t know everything.”
He shrugged. “That’s something else time and maturity taught me. Anyone who doesn’t want to be with me simply because I admit my flaws is someone I know I could never behappy with.” His gaze held mine. “Which is why I have zero problems when you open up to me. I’ll never hold it against you. If we’re living, we’re always learning, always working on our flaws. When we stop learning it means we’re dead.”
I gasped in mock horror. “You think I have flaws?”
He snorted, struggling not to disrupt the class as I smiled. Then he leaned in and kissed me. “And I love that you’re able to laugh at yourself, baby. Because believe me, I’ll give you plenty to laugh at about me.”
Jack
I kept a close watch on Emmy as class resumed, looking for any hint of distress so I could whisk her out of there to privacy if she needed. But she made me proud, throwing herself into the practical part of it once the first break ended and showing absolutely zero self-consciousness as we worked through the ties.
My first time through this class I’d been paired with a very nice older woman who wasn’t an expert rope bottom but she’d had more experience than I did. Her patience and gentle suggestions when I felt uncertain about what I was doing had done a lot to help my confidence.
Like any other skill it’s easy to lose it if you don’t practice. And other than tying my own ankles or legs—or a pillow—I’d had few chances to practice what I’d learned during my first series of classes here.
I knew from research there were a couple of kinky social groups in the Bozeman area but I was not at a place in my life where I felt comfortable seeking them out as a single man in a fairly visible profession.
Then there was the fact that when I trolled through social pages for the groups, the attendees skewed heavily toward young women barely of legal age, and that definitely wasn’t my jam.
Add in the fact I suspected they’d be attracted to me for my job—and my perceived income—and it wasn’t trouble I’d felt like courting.
A pleasant benefit of taking this class with Emmy was I could playfully cop feels and not worry about where my hands were because she leaned into my touch, eagerly wanting it, whereas during my first class, I went out of my way not to accidentally brush against my partner’s boobs or other intimate areas.
When it was time for the lunch break, Emmy sat between my legs, leaning back against me, holding my arms around her as she processed the sensations of her first chest harness. The others were already packing up but I didn’t make her move, savoring the gentle smile she wore.
“Fun?” I eventually asked, reluctant to interrupt her thoughts.
She happily sighed. “Yes, Sir. Very.” She tipped her head back. “I think we’ve found another ‘yes, please’ favorite thing for me.”
“Good.” I started to untangle myself from her to untie her but she clamped her hands around my wrists. I waited her out, watching her.
“Is this something you need?” she softly asked.
“Baby, I don’t ‘need’ any one activity. What I ‘need’ is your trust, and you letting go of control to me. The rest of it is sprinkles on the sundae.”
“I like sprinkles.”
I nuzzled her nose. “I know you do.”
“Ireallyenjoyed last night.”
“Even the impact play?”
She nodded. “Yeah. It was… does it make sense that it felt even hotter being tied up?”
“I’m sure it does. Do I know the reasons why? No. I would like to point out that you are far more worried about finding ‘things’ that I enjoy than I am. It’s impossible for me to order you not to stress over this, but please take me at my word—this weekend is about having fun, exploring, and taking the first steps in what will hopefully be a lifelong journey together.”
She nodded and released me so I could untie her.
Chapter Thirteen
Jack
After dinner, we headed downstairs because she wanted to see the Dungeon and we were going to take a swim. There was a couple playing in the Dungeon, a flogging scene, and several other couples watching them play.
The woman wore leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles and nothing else, and panic snaps held her immobile against a large St. Andrew’s cross with her back to the room.
