“Of course,” Knox says, nearly bouncing with contained excitement.
He strikes me as the type that is always happy and full of energy. Even standing still, his muscles are flexing so much his pecs are nearly dancing on his chest. He clears his throat, catching my attention, so I look up at him. He nods to Madame Dubois, who is talking to us, and I’ve completely missed what she’s said.
Damn it!
“Ready?” she asks, walking over and handing Knox the rope.
He runs the rope through his hands and something about it gliding through his fingers is so erotic.
“Step behind her,” Madame Dubois commands, and Knox moves without question. Just the thought of him standing there causes a shiver to move up my spine. He’s close. So close, I can feel his body heat, but I don’t dare turn around. “Tonight, we’re going to work on the diamond harness. An intricate, but beautiful design.”
Knox lets out a moan.
“Knox, what I want you to do is start from her back and 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’s hand grabs on my shoulder, causing me to jump. He leans forward, his chest brushing against my back, and whispers, “Do I have permission to touch you?”
I nod, since the words are caught in my throat.
“Baby girl, I’m going to need words.”
Fuck me sideways Gandalfus. Did he just call me baby girl? I want to look down to make sure I’m not seeping arousal down my leg, but I feel confident I’d feel that? Right?
A few men in the crowd sit more erect, their heads tilting in the air.
Ah, shitballs. Must be werewolves or some sort of other shifter. They can smell my arousal. My pheromones must be shooting out of me like a firehose.
Damn it. Can Knox smell what he just did to me? I can’t even look at him to find out.
“Yes. Yes. You can touch me,” I pant out, then cringe almost immediately. I didn’t mean to sound like I was hungry for his dick. I was simply trying to move the demonstration along since I realized I was having a whole internal monologue while Mr. Hot Crotch was still waiting on an answer from me.
His fingers trail up my back and my butt arches out like a cat in heat. Fuck me.
Focus, Everlee. What would Lizzy do?
She’d say something stupid like hocus pocus, your ass better focus! Wave her arms around, do some sort of jiggly dance, then end it with a pow pow, or something else equally dramatic and silly.
Knox curves the rope over my shoulder and steps forward, pressing his chest completely against my back and I try to ignore his bulge rubbing against my ass. I don’t think he’s doing it on purpose because his concentration seems to be fully on the ropes. He uses his hand to guide the rope across the top of my chest to the right under my armpit before he brings it back.
The rope feels different than I expected. A little rougher on my skin, but not prickly like some ropes feel. Though I’m not a master ropes woman by any means.
“Excellent. We don’t want to cross between her breasts yet. Now, can you create a quick release?”
While Knox works on the quick release, Madame Dubois walks everyone through what that is and why it’s important. Once Knox is done, he steps back and Madame Dubois walks around to the back and asks, “May I touch you to examine his work?”
“Yes. You may check the ropes,” I say, turning my head to the side as her fingers trail along my back, checking his knot and the tightness of the ropes. The tail of the rope is currently brushing gently along my ass from side to side, tickling me. Who knew? My ass is ticklish.
“Very nice work. Perhaps you can travel with me for demonstrations,” she says to Knox.
He laughs awkwardly, but doesn’t say anything else.
Madame Dubois moves around to the front of the stage. “Ok. Now we have the quick release completed, we need 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 says, pointing to the front of my chest.
She walks the crowd through creating the knot while Knox wraps the rope under my right armpit and brings it around to my chest, walking with it so he’s standing in front of me again. This time a little closer as he creates the Munter Hitch where Madame Dubois pointed earlier.
“Are you ok?” he whispers.
“Me?” I stutter, looking up at him.
