Knox’s hand wraps around mine and squeezes. Is he nervous too, or can he sense my anxiety? He drops my hand and slips his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him.
“If you don’t want to do this, you say the word and I will whisk you away,” he whispers in my ear.
“Have either of you practiced Shibari?” Madame Dubois asks.
I quickly shake my head, followed by a nervous laugh, then turn to Knox, surprised when he admits he has.
“My nickname… used to be Knots.”
His nickname in the SEALs? I glance at my guys and a warmth flows through me when I see their eyes laser focused on me instead of the dominatrix bombshell in front of me.
“Excellent. This will be fun. I will ask, for this demonstration though, you let me lead you?”
“Of course, Madame Dubois,” Knox says, dipping his head.
She smiles. “You may undress to your comfort level.”
“I expect you to call me Madame McKinley,” I whisper to Knox while I remove my pants.
“As you wish, Madame McKinley.” He tosses me a wink, then rubs his hand up my leg and over my ass.
“Lovely,” Madame Dubois says, looking over my nearly bare body.
I may have told the guys I was wearing a bra and panties however, I left out the part that it was lace and a thong. If anyone tried hard enough, they would be able to see my nipples and pussy through the fabric. I glance at the boys and Jax and Callum are leaning forward slightly in their chairs with furrowed brows, Emmett has a grin spread across his face, and Knox is giddy. He loves when I test the boys, and this was a big fucking test.
Knox looks at the guys and they slowly shake their heads. I don’t know what he asked or inferred, perhaps asking if they wanted him to take me off stage?
Madame Dubois speaks again, drawing the crowd in with her sultry voice. “We will work on the diamond harness this evening.”
“Oh,” Knox mumbles and glides his hand down my back. My body reacts like it always does and my ass shoots out like a cat being rubbed, or possibly looking for a fuck, because I’m pretty sure that’s what I’ll be doing after this demo. My stomach is already tightening with excitement, I just don’t know what from yet. Is it the ropes, the fact I’m about to be tied up, or is it because I’m standing nearly naked in front of a room full of strangers? Some are wearing masks, others are not.
The lights are dim in the crowd, so I can’t see all of their faces, but the ones I can see… their eyes are filled with sex. A few men and women have their hands in their partners' laps, while some standing against the wall, have their hands tucked behind them. They are getting off on watching me. Watching us.
Fuck.
Madame Dubois hands Knox a bright pink rope, and he immediately starts running it through his fingers. Like a lost friend he hadn’t seen in a while. I’m curious to know what he feels when he touches it, because there is something so erotic watching him handle the rope and pull it.
Madame Dubois continues, “I see you already have the rope doubled. Good. Now, what I want you to do is from the back, wrap it around her chest crossing it over. Keep it high because we’re going to come back around the other side and cross it back up. We want the cross to be just above the sternum.”
Knox lays the rope on me and it feels different than I expected. Hard, but also smooth. He crosses it over my chest, his fingers running along my skin, causing my stomach to tighten.
Madame Dubois walks around me, keeping her distance, and stands behind Knox, watching every move he makes. “Perfect. Can you create a quick release?”
I hear Knox mumble an agreement and seconds later she’s explaining to the crowd and me the purpose of a quick release and how to tie it. With rope bondage, safety is key. Quick releases and rope shears are always important to have on hand.
Once she’s done explaining, she walks behind me and checks Knox’s work.
“May I check the rope?”
I look over my shoulder and nod.
“Words. I need your verbal consent.”
“Yes. You may check the ropes.”
Her fingers brush along my back. A foreign feeling. “Very nice,” she says, then takes a step back. “Now that we have this done, we want to create some cross tension, so let’s loop this around and back up, creating a cross at the top. But here we want to use the Munter’s Hitch.” She walks the crowd through how to create the knot while Knox demonstrates looping and pulling the rope through and bringing it over my back and creating a half hitch for cross tension. She has him loop it back around the front and start working on the diamond pattern, creating a half hitch on the front before running it through my breasts. His hands grazing my skin with each pass is driving me crazy. My nipples are hard and pressing against the fabric of my bra, while goosebumps erupt on my skin, a wake following his touch.
“Are you good?” he leans down and whispers, looking at my breasts, which are being squeezed into two rope diamonds. It’s a weird feeling. Somewhere between pleasure and pain, leaning more towards pleasure.
