“Are you ready?” she asks me.
I nod, scared I may croak if I speak.
“No, darling. Words. Use your beautiful words.” Her fingers gently lift my chin up.
“Yes…ma’am,” I mumble out, scared that I may melt into a pile of goo on the stage.
She looks at me, pleasantly surprised. “Would you two like to introduce yourself to your partner?”
Sticking my hand out, I turn to look at the man. “Everlee.”
A smile curls on his lips. “Knox.” He takes my hand and lifts it to his lips, gently brushing a kiss across my knuckles, making my nipples hard.
Pretty sure I just whimpered out loud. Fuck. Get it together, Everlee.
“I’d recommend you wear a few less clothes for this demonstration if you’re comfortable with that?”
I nod my head, waiting for her to tell us to begin, and then realize she’s talking about me. Obviously, Knox can’t wear less. I mean, he can, but then… my mind wanders and before I know it, I’m staring at his boxers.
Oh my. Big dick. Big dick energy.
Well, I’m fairly certain after tonight, I’ll no longer be able to show my face in here. My cheeks blush red for the what? Millionth time tonight.
I shake my head to clear it and nod again, “Right. Yes. I don’t mind.” No, I don’t. I came prepared for this.
Well, not being in front of a room of strangers, disrobing into my bra and panties about to be tied up in rope by a hot as sin man. But this is a sex club, so it’s not the craziest outfit. Half the audience is topless and I wouldn’t be surprised if they are bottomless too. Is that what you would call it? Why is the word not coming to me right now? Bottomless sounds so weird. Like bottomless salads, soups, food things. It sounds normal. Fuck, Everlee! What is your deal tonight? It’s like the whole nervous thinking thing where your brain just flits from one random thought to the next instead of focusing. But I’m not nervous… am I?
No. Why would I be nervous?
My gaze moves around the room noticing everyone looking at me, waiting, others glowering. But not blue eyes in the back corner. He’s still standing there, arms crossed in front of his chest, shoulder leaning against the wall, watching me.
Who is he? Why does he keep watching me? At first, I thought he was looking at Madame Dubois, but now… now his eyes are definitely locked on me. Why have I never seen him?
His eyes narrow, as his focus on me deepens. If he was a Mesmer, couldn’t he just control my body and have me remove my clothes? Does he own part of this club?
Fuck it.
If he wants to watch me, let him. Keeping eye contact with him, I pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the ground. My pulse quickens when I see him push off the wall and stand upright. Trying to push him a little further, I slip my fingers into the elastic band of my skirt and slip it over my hips. It puddles on the ground around my feet, So I step out of it.
He takes a step forward, almost possessive like, then stops.
Interesting.
Using my foot, I nudge my skirt and shirt together and push them out of the way, then move back to my place between Knox and Madame Dubois. I’m so glad I decided on this outfit for tonight. The bra makes my breasts look a cup size larger and my panties sit low on my hips and are very cheeky. Almost a thong, but not quite.
“Beautiful,” Madame Dubois approves, looking at me for a moment before turning back to the crowd. Knox mumbles something, but it’s incoherent.
He’s the epitome of confidence, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, feet spread apart, tongue swiping over the bottom of his lip.
“Let’s begin,” Madame Dubois says. “Have you ever practiced Shibari before?”
“No.”
“I’ve played in the ropes a time or two,” Knox answers with a smile and only a hint of cockiness, smirking at blue eyes.
Oh God. What if blue eyes was looking at him? My inner demon is laughing hysterically at me for thinking he was looking at me. I could have sworn he was, though. Maybe he has a lazy eye or something and I just completely missed it.
Madame Dubois’s voice brings me back. “Excellent, however for tonight’s demonstration, I would ask you let me lead.”
