“Good.”
“Pain?”
“Not too much.” I wasn’t lying, but it was in that place between pleasure and pain. My weight was pressing into the ropes, causing them to bite into the skin a little. Which, had I thought about it more, I would have realized that.
“Great communication, you two.” Madame Dubois walks around the stage and continues talking about how liberating and freeing these positions are, about the trust dynamic and the taking and giving of power, and the beauty of it all. She rattles off a few more types of maneuvers and suspensions, before she somewhat abruptly walks back over to me and begins instructing on how to take me down and untie the ropes.
My eyes sweep across the room and the handsy, rather mouthy, couple in the back has now switched. She was standing with her leg tossed over his shoulder while he feasted on her lady bits. I felt those blue eyes penetrating into the side of my face and forced myself to look away.
I was entranced and maybe a little jealous if I was being honest with myself. Not because of him, but… Fuck, it was hot in here.
I was hot.
Temperature and general need to fuck my guys. I was horny. Like horny with a capital H-O-R. Too horny for just a capital H, that bitch was nearly screaming!
My legs come down and they feel weird, my whole body feels weird, as weights shift and blood moves normally.
Knox moves in front of me and runs his hands over my face. “Are you good?” He presses his forehead to mine.
“I need you to fuck me so bad.”
He laughs and then stops when his eyes land on my face.
“Are you serious?”
“So serious.”
“Now? Here?”His eyes are flashing in confusion, of wanting to strip down and fuck me, but not doing it in front of everyone.
I hesitate for a second. “Not in this room, but we need to check out another room before we leave.”
“I fucking love you,” he says, taking my mouth in a kiss.
Did. Not. Help.
“Take these ropes off of me,” I command in a heady voice.
“Yes, Madame McKinley.” He spins me around and pulls the quick release rope, releasing tension, and then makes quick work of getting the ropes unwound, dropping them to the floor.
“Goddamn Ali.” He pants out a breath as his eyes rake over my body.
My fingers trace the pink rope marks softly etched into my skin.
“Beautiful artwork,” Madame Dubois chimes.
Madame Dubois asks for a round of applause for us while I’m getting dressed and the room erupts. Knox bows, then grabs my hand and pulls me off the stage.
“Wow,” Sammie notes when we get back to the group. “That was amazing. Probably our best demo yet.”
“Are we close to wrapping this up?” Knox asks, twirling his finger in the air. His words are rushed, and the innuendo is woven throughout every word.
A sly smile curls on Sammie’s lips. “We can, but there was one more thing I wanted to show you first. I think you will enjoy it.” She tilts her head down. “A lot.”
“Well, lead on MacDuff.” Knox hops.
Sammie turns to leave out of a side door and we follow her down a hall, then down a set of stairs.
Jax grabs my arm, his voice raw. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
