He hates that Madame Dubois came to me for tonight’s demo and not him. However, to be fair, he typically hates demos and anything attached to them. But when he saw her on the stage, I could nearly feel him shake.
I don’t know why he’s reacting to her like this. He hasn’t even said one word to her, or even touched her.Not like I have. Thoughts of my fingers between her perfect fucking breasts play on repeat in my mind. She’s so responsive to my touch. Fuck. To my look. Imagine how responsive she’d been with my cock between her legs or Callum’s. He’d definitely want to put his dick in her first while the rest of us watch. Claiming her.
I swear… it’s the oddest thing.
I need to talk to Emmett and Jax about this at our house tonight. Maybe they’ll know what’s going on. The way he is with her, the way he responds to her looks. When we were in the office talking earlier, his eyes flashed a bright blue silver and he rushed to the railing on the main floor like someone called his name. He’s acting like she’s his mate, but I don’t think that’s the case. Not in his -
“Knox. Grab her from the front and pull her towards you.”
Damn it. I definitely don’t look in the back corner. I can’t deal with him right now.
My hands latch onto the rope and I pull her hard, with authority, and she easily moves across the floor, her chest pressing to mine. I’m not usually the dom in our relationships, that’s Callum’s territory, but I’m not going to lie. This feels nice. I can’t help but laugh on the inside, because I know his dick is probably harder than Thaleon’s crystal right now.
“Spin her around.”
With the same speed and authority, I spin her around, then a primal instinct takes over and I pull her in close, pressing my cheek beside hers, inhaling her scent. I can’t help but smile when she lets out a needy whimper.
Movement catches my attention from the back of the room and before my brain can catch up to my eyes, I see Callum gnawing on his bottom lip, eyes flickering between blue and silver. For both our sakes and for everyone in the room, I push her away from me just a bit.
“Very sexy. The chemistry on this stage is electric.”
“Thanks Madame Dubois,” I sigh. As if living in this prison wasn’t bad enough, she’s making it nearly unbearable with her comments and directions.
Does she know?
Surely she hasn’t missed Callum in the back. On a good day, he’s nearly impossible to miss with his height, his look, and sheer presence. But tonight? Tonight, he is all dominance, authority, and pure sex. Is she doing this on purpose? I know they’ve had their words in the past. Is she doing this to fuck with him? Using me like a pawn?
“Knox, let’s walk her over to the bar. Have you worked with suspensions before?”
“A few times,” I say, hooking my finger in the rope near Everlee’s ass and dragging her over to the bar. Did I purposefully choose that location to grab, so my fingers could brush against her ass? Yes. Yes, I did. Her reactions are becoming addictive, and I occasionally have a reckless streak in me that enjoys pushing Callum.
She smiles, “Excellent.” She looks at Everlee. “We’re going to try some face down suspension with this harness. It can be one of the more restrictive suspensions in terms of asphyxiation, so communication is key here. Do we have your permission?”
She stands up straight, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Don’t think because you’re the bottom, that you’re not in control. You have the most power. You say the word and you come down immediately. If you are having a hard time breathing, or feel too much pain, you need to tell us. Don’t try to tough it out.”
“Ok.”
Her shoulders are rising a little faster as her breath picks up. She’s nervous. Wanting to ease her nerves, I grab her shoulder and rub my thumb up and down her neck. Her head bobbles for a moment, before her shoulders relax. I step forward, closing what little distance is left, and whisper, lips barely touching her ear, “If you don’t want to do this, then just say the word. We can stop.”
She turns into me and looks up, her lips inches from mine. Her eyes are bouncing between my eyes and my lips as her breath slows. She shakes her head and regains her thoughts. “I want to do this.”
“Good. Me too.” I wink and shift her to the bar.
Madame Dubois hands me another rope and I run it through my fingers like a long-lost friend. Rope at one point in my life was my enemy, but I learned about it. How to use it. How to manipulate it. Now… now I have a new enemy. An enemy, who in my weakest moment, took from me what I valued most-
“Knox?” Madame Dubois asks, looking at my hands with her brow furrowed.
The rope was cutting into my skin because I was pulling it so hard.
“Yes. Cuffs,” I answer without thinking. Calming my sudden onset of rage, I drop to my knees in front of Everlee and take a deep breath. The sweet scent of her arousal dances around me. So sweet, it’s causing me to drool. Is this what Callum has been reacting to all night? I need to focus because I don’t even know this woman and here I am, getting lost in her. I work the rope high on her thigh, to give her better control when she’s suspended. If the rope is too far down her leg, it will cause her back to bend too much. Careful not to swipe against her pussy, I knot the rope a few inches from her center.
Madame Dubois keeps talking, and I follow along. I need this demonstration to be over. I need to talk to Everlee, figure out who she is. After ten minutes, I’ve successfully hoisted Everlee into the air. With her body fully suspended, she lets out a small cry of pain as her body adjusts to the ropes.
“How are you doing?” I ask her, trying to focus on her well-being instead of the carnal need ripping its way through me. The need to sexually ravage her and sink my cock deep inside of her.
“Good,” she grunts out.
