For the love ofGod. What happened to spilling the beans on my favorite type of pasta or workout music? There was no reason to dig that deep, dammit.
“And right now, he’s embarrassed,” he finished.
I shot him a look that made everyone else laugh. Some of them offered an “aww” or two as well. Jordan was one of them.
“We’ll take a break there,” I said, clearing my throat. “Next part of this harness is to sexualize little Jordan.”
See, I could be funny too.
“I’m ready, Sir!” he giggled.
“Now, if this were Nattie and Sierra,” I went on, “Nattie would probably twist the two ends here so that the ropes become one and land at the center. You can also add extra ties here to secure a vibrator, for instance. But in Jordan’s case, I will need the two ends.” I also needed his undivided attention, so I waited. I didn’t move the rope beyond his lower abdomen.
A few seconds ticked by. The dojo fell silent again, amusement and reactions from the “quiz” died down, and Jordan eventually glanced up at me.
There you are.
“Eyes on me now,” I whispered.
He gulped. “Yes, Sir.”
Christ, he was beautiful. Even more so up close.
I dipped the rope lower and traced the edge of his briefs, making sure he felt my fingers too. The fabric was as soft as his skin. Past his cock, under his balls, and up along his ass. I caughtone end of the rope with my other hand before repeating the action with the second end.
He shivered as I ghosted my knuckles over his cock.
With both ends in my grasp, I wrapped it around my fist and tugged at it, just enough to make him gasp.
“Gah!” He broke out in goose bumps and breathed more rapidly.
“What’s your color, Jordan?”
“G-green,” he stuttered. “Horny green.”
I grinned and nipped at his jaw. “I’m not sure I’ve seen that shade. Turn around.”
“Yes, Sir.” He didn’t waste a second. He turned toward me, and I loosened the rope so I could get it over him. There we go. Now I could show the others what I did along his lower back. “I-I can’t concentrate on the quiz now,” he whispered.
“That makes me happy,” I whispered back. “Pretend it’s just us here.”
He nodded eagerly.
He seemed to find comfort in my arms around him, so I improvised. Because damn if I wasn’t getting hooked on this too. He was an amazing rope model, and the little brat was changing the game. Part of me couldn’t believe it, while another part rolled with the punches because it felt utterly natural.
This felt more intimate than what I was used to.
I looped the rope over the part that was already around his midsection, and I started a row of inline double coin knots because it would buy me more time with him this close to me.
“What I’m doing now along Jordan’s back is connecting the rope around his middle with the harness between his legs,” I said quietly. It was easy to forget I was trying to teach these people something. “I’m using the inline double coin knot because it’s beautiful, and that’s essentially this knot’s role in rope bondage.It’s decorative. You don’t use it for much else but to create intricate patterns.”
Jordan tentatively slipped his hands up my stomach, and it just woke me up. I wanted to string him up, see rope marks embedded in his skin, hear him cry out, use rope to attack his pleasure points, see beads of sweat form across his body, and fuck him into next week while he couldn’t move.
I dipped down and pressed a kiss to the spot below his ear. “You’re doing so well.”
“Oh gosh,” he breathed.
Once the harness was complete, I roamed my hands along every inch where the rope dug in, and I looked out over the others right when James joined Ash’s side. And right when James adjusted himself in his jeans.
