Jordan had joked about saluting the crowd, and I could feel him every now and then when he shifted against my thigh. What I hadn’t anticipated whatsoever was that I might get hard too. But here I was, my desire growing for every second that ticked by. Frankly, I wanted everybody else—aside from Ash and James—to fuck off. Time was already running out; the session would be over soon, and I could spend those last minutes doing something much more interesting than showing a basic tie.
“Can we stand like this a while longer, or should I turn around?” he asked quietly.
I drew a deep breath and reached for my next bundle of rope, this one only fifteen feet long.
“You’re not moving an inch.” This was my dojo. I made the rules for my own demos. Was this the best position for the others to see what I was doing? Not even a little. Did I give a fuck? Not a one.
What I could do was reposition us so that they saw our profiles, and that was what I did. That was all I was willing to do. We’d stay fused to each other. It was so rare that I could feelsomeone else’s energy like this, that each time it happened, it threw me. And aside from Ash, the other times I’d felt something like this, it’d been different. Far from sexual. More of a mental connection that fascinated me; I could appreciate that a great deal. But whatever I was in the middle of with Jordan was definitely sexual.
For the Server’s Hand, I spoke almost on autopilot while I explained the tie. My focus was fixed on Jordan—and touching him. I guided him with touch more than words, folding his arm, lowering his elbow, palm to palm… I eased his hand back as his wide-eyed gaze was glued to mine.
“There,” I murmured. “Pretend you’re holding a tray just like that.”
He nodded wordlessly.
At some point, his curious little fingers had snuck under my shirt.
I created another knot, this time to trap four of his fingers. You could do three too, but I preferred four.
“Tomorrow morning, I will upload instructions for the Server’s Hand in the bondage group online,” I said without looking away from what I was doing. “You can always find them in the album on my profile too. Both step-by-step instructions and video tutorials.”
I continued with the ties that went around his elbow, securing his arm in position, something I’d done so many times that I could do it blindfolded. Which meant I could focus more on Jordan’s reactions.
The need was written all over him.
“Any pain? Tingling?”
He shook his head and brushed his fingers over my abdomen. “I love it, Sir. It feels good.”
So did his hand on me. Kind of made me wish I weren’t immobilizing his other hand, because he was clearly good at using it.
He shivered again when I traced my index finger underneath the rope. “Sir?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“Oh gosh. Um.” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “I didn’t expect to react so strongly to this. Or to you.”
Goddammit. He couldn’t say that to me and expect me to…I didn’t even know. Words failed me. Hell, thoughts failed me too. I did the only thing I could instead. I cupped his jaw, dipped down, and kissed him. I kissed him hard. Right there, in front of everyone. In front of my husband, in front of Jordan’s husband.
This demo was officially toast. Not that they seemed to complain. I heard whistles, “fuck yeah,” and “God, that’s hot” from some members.
The kiss went from zero to one hundred much too fast, but I couldn’t help it. I had to taste him, I had to feel his tongue against my own, and I had to keep him close to me. Good fucking Christ, his urgency was a threat to my sanity. He threw himself into the kiss and locked his free arm around my neck.
This was insane. I didn’t fucking lose control. But when Jordan acted like he was ready to climb me like a tree, I had to do something before those basic ties actually hurt him.
“Easy, boy,” I whispered.
He whimpered. “But I want?—”
“I know.” I gave him one more hard kiss. Okay, two. Three. Fuck me. “Me too.” I eased back but held him to me, and I cleared my throat and started removing the rope. “I’m not gonna pretend I have my shit together tonight, everyone. This isnotwhat a Server’s Hand looks like.”
Sierra and a few of the others chuckled, including my husband. At the sound of his voice, I sought him out and…sawonly understanding, amusement, and lust. Hunger. Something told me we were taking a shower together later—and that I was gonna get it.
I couldn’t fucking wait. I needed his hard cock?—
Okay.
“We’ll just call it a night here, folks,” I said. “Like I said, all instructions and tutorials are available online—and I also host sessions here at least once a month. Fingers crossed I don’t lose my mind next time.”
