I shook my head in amusement and?—
“Can I just ask…?” He hesitated. “I might look like I’m the king of the world, but I am quite nervous. Can I possibly distract myself by asking a few questions about you here and there? Like a quiz?”
“Oh! I wanna know more about you too, Mr. Riley,” Anton said.
Hmm. I understood the appeal of distractions, but I needed his focus. On the other hand, that was mostly on principle with today’s session. I wasn’t going to do anything that could cause injury; the rope wouldn’t sit tightly. But even so, we would have to compromise—and I had an idea.
“This is what we can do,” I said. “You can quiz me all you want, and your Daddy will answer so I can concentrate on reading your body. But you have to be mindful of any twinges, numbness, or discomfort. Okay? Every little detail, you have to tell me. Remember what I said earlier—communication is…”
“Fundamental and constantly mandatory,” he finished proudly. “I promise, Mister Rigger.”
“Good brat,” I replied. “In that case, feel free to ask me anything. Ash will know most of the answers.”
“Most?” Ash spoke up from the back. “You insult me, baby.”
I smirked and squinted into the darkness as my hubby walked closer and went from being a faint silhouette to visible. He folded his arms over his chest and apparently planned on standing there. He could’ve joined us up here…
Very well. If this was happening, I felt like I should clue in the rest of the audience.
“For those who don’t know, Ash is my husband,” I said. “Jordan and James are our neighbors, and…” I fisted Jordan’s hair and tugged him back a few inches, and fuck me if his reaction wasn’t perfect. The gasp, the surprise, the fight in his eyes, the following surrender when he lowered his gaze, his chest rising and falling. “Hopefully, we’re gonna have a lot of fun with them.”
He swallowed. “Fingers crossed, Sir.”
Fingers crossed.
“You may start with your questions, little one,” I murmured. Then I lifted my gaze to Ash. “Nothing too rapid. Believe it or not, we’re still here for bondage. And don’t let Jordan get away. Ask him questions too.”
“Aye-aye,” Ash confirmed.
It hadn’t escaped my notice that Sierra was standing to the side, beaming brighter than the sun. Chances were she’d already filled in her Mistress—if they hadn’t caught the gossip about Ash and me online, of course. That was also an option.
“Okay, let’s begin,” I announced. “As mentioned, we’re starting with the harness, and I’m using a thirty-foot rope for this tie.”
Wanting everyone’s eyes on Jordan, I remained behind him rather than getting down on one knee in front of him. I showed, and explained, how I wrapped the rope around his midsection, making sure the ends were equally long on both sides, leaving plenty of space and rope for a single column with a lark’s head knot.
Jordan cleared his throat once I’d stopped speaking. “Um, what is Mister Rigger’s favorite dessert?”
I smiled to myself.
“Berries with heavy cream,” Ash answered. Like he knew me or something. “He’s a sucker for cheesecake too.”
Damn right.
“Would you be comfortable with public play?” he asked in return.
“Yes, Sir,” Jordan replied. “It wouldn’t shock me if I’m saluting the crowd to some degree in the next five minutes.”
I laughed silently and peered down his front to continue the tie downward to his crotch. “One more question before it’s my turn to speak again.”
He tapped his chin, thinking cap on. The distraction seemed to be working, because he didn’t come off as nervous.
“Please say five things most people don’t know about Mister Rigger,” he requested.
“Okay, every demo needs to be like this.” That sounded like Wayne. He wasn’t new per se, but he was insecure and unsure of himself, so he attended most newbie sessions. “We’re finally gonna learn more about Nathan.”
Oh, nonsense. I had no issue getting personal just because I didn’t volunteer any tidbits in the middle of a session. My friends knew me well.
“All right, five things,” Ash said. “Shortly after we got hitched, he surprised me with the one and only tattoo he’ll ever get. It’s our last name high up on the inside of his thigh. And onthat topic, his favorite font is the classic typewriter. Third, the guy he’s used as a rope model most times is yours truly. Fourth, he’s been featured in dozens of kink magazines for his ropework over the years. Last but not least, he can sing. He can sing damn well, actually, but he’ll shut up as soon as you enter the room. So the trick is to lurk in the background—or get him drunk.”
