Taking my place behind Jude, I allowed my chin to rest on his shoulder. Arms wrapped around his torso, I caged him in with my embrace, caring little for the fact that I was hunched over. Like always, he melted into me.
Yep––this right here is what he likes.
Jude may never admit it, but he liked to watch. Though it was the idea of being watched himself that really set him off. It was the thrill he loved, the risk. What I couldn’t understand was why he refused to ride my motorcycle if he loved the risk so much.
Voice low, I whispered in his ear. “I love it when you bind me to the cross.” His body froze for a moment before a breath tore from his lungs.
Jude was very hands on with everything he did. Don’t get me wrong…I wasn’t complaining about that in the slightest. It was quite the opposite. That was what made it so great. I didn’t quite understand it, but Judah’s touch helped keep me from falling into subspace too quickly.
It grounded me.
Unfortunately, I had yet to discover what pushedhimto that edge. Though I’d made a vow that one of these days, I’d get him there. Something told me that the fall would be just as exhilarating as my own. If not better.
When the man in the demo had finished tying his sub to the X, he turned back to his bag of tools. There, I watched as he pulled out what appeared to be a spoon and butter knife. However, the two pieces were much bigger than what was normal for kitchen utensils.
“Hmm––that’s interesting,” I muttered, curious how they would feel as I peeled cooled wax from Jude’s skin.
“Let’s move on,” Jude whispered, his eyes shifting to the next couple.
A wicked grin spread across my lips when I realized what had caught my lover’s attention. Maintaining the same position as before, I allowed one hand to trail along the waistband of his loose-fitting jeans.
“You enjoy this.” I nipped at Jude’s earlobe, causing a shiver to race through his body.
Before us, a man knelt at another man’s feet, his hands bound behind his head. The brightly colored rope wound around his torso like a piece of artwork, standing out against his milky skin. There was no doubt in my mind that every time he breathed in, his chest would expand, causing the rope to dig into his skin.
“C–Can we do that?” Judah stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Hmmm.” I dug my teeth into his neck just enough to keep Jude’s focus on me. “I’d gladly tie you up just like that, ensuring you couldn’t move an inch.”
“Please.” Jude’s plea was barely audible.
Slipping my hand further down his front, I found his dick was already hard at the possibilities that lay before us. “I’d tie you up like my own personal rope bunny.”
Jude nodded, a moan escaping his lips.
I could practically see his eyes wide with need and wonder as my hand skied up his torso. “But I wouldn’t let you come. Not yet,” I whispered.
He whined, pushing back against my front.
“Would you beg me?”
“I’ll beg now if it will get me anywhere.” Jude’s voice was rough with need. And to think, the night hadn’t even started.
“What do you say we find a room to use?” I did my best to keep my voice even, letting him know everything was in his hands.
Jude shook his head, eyes trained on the couple in front of us.
While he may like theideaof people watching us, I knew he enjoyed the privacy our home offered. Our shed, which was now heated, was a close second.
Given how new he was to this lifestyle, we knew it was best to not have the extra eyes trained on us when we did something for the first time. The sad truth is that sometimes things didn’t work out. Sometimes, I still crashed harder than I’d like. Although I was grateful that didn’t happen often anymore.
Tonight, though, I could play with Jude in the shadows. And I had every intention of doing just that.
My hand slid down his body as the Dom before us slipped a blindfold over the man’s head. “I would take your sight away too.” My voice resembled that of a low growl. “I’d take you to the brink over and over, until you were begging for release.”
Hand over his hard cock, I squeezed just enough to cause Jude’s knees to nearly buckle beneath his weight. Body pressed firmly against his, I could feel him take a deep breath in, willing his need down.
“Then,” I whispered in his ear as I released his cock to unbutton his pants. “I’d use wax, allowing it to harden over your warm skin before peeling it off slowly. Only to do it all over again.”
