“Who else would I be talking to?” He chuckles.
“Right,” I mumble, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth.
“Oh, don’t do that, baby girl.” He swipes his thumb over my bottom lip, pulling it from my teeth and watches me, waiting for a reaction.
My lips part, stunned, as I take in this beautiful man who is bewitching in his own right. It’s like I can feel myself being sucked into a vortex surrounding him and I want to say don’t touch my lips. Don’t call me baby girl. But it’s all I can do not to combust on the stage right now. Who is this man? What kind of fae is he?
His hands continue to work the rope while his eyes stay locked on mine, working skillfully as he moves around to my back, creating the necessary loops and cross tension needed. He’s like a shark circling its prey.Hi, it’s me. Yes, I’m the prey, it’s me, I sing in my head as Madame Dubois continues to give instructions. Following her words, he moves back around to the front, bringing the rope just under my armpit, his fingers gently brushing my skin.
A very sensitive spot for me. Potentially an erogenous zone. My nipples perk right up, nearly stabbing him through my bra. Stabbing may be a bit of an over exaggeration, but that’s what it feels like. If I wasn’t in front of an entire room of people, I’d try to push those fuckers back in. I know it doesn’t work like that, but damn. It’s like two little light sabers, weeeerrr weeeerrrr pew pew pew.
Knox’s eyes are on my face, like he finds me the most interesting thing in the world, with a hint of a smile on his lips. Holy shitballs. What if he can hear my thoughts? Fuck! I look around the crowd to see if anyone else can. No one is dying of laughter, so chances are I’m safe. A few people look a little pre-occupido with their hands or mouths and aren’t paying me much attention.
Damn it. Hocus pocus your ass better focus!
Knox has created a knot just above my breast and is now running the rope between them. He reaches around me like he’s giving me a hug and my dumbass hugs him back until I realize he’s just wrapping the rope around my back.
“Thanks,” he whispers, dragging the rope up between my breasts with a hint of a smile on his lips.
“I’m sorry. I’m not usually this weird. Well, I don’t think. It’s just a very… odd night for me. I’m all in my head.”
“Such a pretty head to be in.” Before I can say thank you, he continues, “How is the pressure?” He gives the rope a gentle tug on my backside, cinching the rope tighter.
“Good.” I swallow, as I watch his eyes drop to my heaving breasts, where he works to create another Munter Hitch between them. Lost in his thoughts, he sucks his lip into his mouth and I watch as his tongue and teeth work into it. A lip that I find myself wanting to touch. To feel. Anyway I can. Each time his hands graze my body, it leaves a wake of goosebumps across my skin, causing my nipples to press against the thin fabric of my bra.
Determined to concentrate on anything but him, I look into the audience and watch them while Knox continues to work the rope, pulling, knotting, and wrapping it around my body, checking in with me every so often. The further he works down my torso, the more I’m getting turned on, especially when I find blue eyes watching me from the corner still. Does he like ropes too?
I’m jerked back to the stage when Knox gives a final pull on the ropes, then moves to stand beside me and everyone’s clapping. Feeling like I was just splashed in the face with a bucket of cold water, I look down and see a beautiful diamond pattern across my torso. It’s a weird feeling. Somewhere between pain and pleasure, leaning more towards pleasure.
“Beautiful job, you two.”
“Thank you, Madame Dubois,” Knox answers as his eyes rake over my body. They seem almost feral, even though his breathing is slow and controlled. Very much the opposite of mine. I’m panting like a dog in heat.
Madame Dubois asks me to turn around so the group can see howbeautifullyKnox finished the knot. I feel slightly exposed with my ass on near display, but my eyes find Knox and his look is both electrifying and calming at the same time.
Out of the corner of my eye, Madame Dubois waves her hand in the air and a bar lowers from the ceiling.
My gaze flickers from the bar, to Knox, to his crotch where I most definitely just saw his cock twitch, back to his face. His lips part as he readjusts his stance. Blue eyes takes another step forward, eyes locked on me. It’s almost a possessive stare, which I don’t understand since I’ve never met him. But the things it’s doing to me… Typically, I’d be pissed, but for some reason, it’s turning me on.
“The thing about some harnesses is they’re great for dominating and control.” She looks at me. “Do you like to be dominated?”
Flabbergasted, I choke on the air surrounding me. “Well, I. Um... I don’t know.”
A wicked smile pulls at Knox’s lips, causing a wave to pulse through my body, making my stomach clench.
“Let’s find out.”
“Mmhmm,” I mumble out and know I should use words, but shit. Thoughts of Knox dominating me here, in bed, everywhere, flick through my mind like a movie. “Shit. Yes. There was a period between those two words. Like shit, I forgot to use words and yes, we will find out. It wasn’t like shit yea!” I finish thrusting my fist in the air with tears prickling at the corner of my eyes. I’m not a crier usually, but the number of times I continue to embarrass myself here is truly astounding. Praise the high court that Lizzy isn’t here. She’d be having a fucking field day with this and I would never hear the end of it.
“Knox, let’s test Everlee.”
KNOX - ROPE PLAY
DominateEverlee?Fuckme.
My eyes move directly to the back of the room where Callum is standing. He’s been watching us the entire time and even though he isn’t sharing his thoughts, I know what he’s thinking. He wants her. And wants to murder me.
Not really, but he is jealous as fuck. Jealous, I got to touch her first. Talk to her first.
