Rope play.
An African-American woman with huge tits was sitting in a chair while a man tried to get his ropes untangled—which should’ve been dealt with before the demo. The man kept up a running dialogue. When people got bored and started to leave, the rope model pulled on her hoodie and left too.
Knox was about to move on when the guy said, “Do I have any volunteers?”
“For what?” Knox asked.
“To be tied up.” His gaze rolled over Knox. “You interested?”
“No. But I am interested in doing the tying.”
“That’s not possible. I’m a trained professional. This is not as easy as it looks.”
“I didn’t say it was.”
A challenging look settled on his face. “You know what, hotshot? Put your money where your smart mouth is.”
“I will, thanks. Do you have Japanese hemp rope?”
“No. You get to use these.” He kicked the pile of ropes toward Knox. “Knock yourself out.”
“I need a volunteer.” He pretended to scan the crowd. Then he crooked his finger at Shiori. “You look like the type of woman who likes to tie men up in knots.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Let’s turn the tables on that. Come on up here, darlin’.”
Shiori affected a look of concern. “I don’t know. Is it safe?”
A hefty woman in a bustier nudged her. “Honey, if you won’t do it, I will. I’d love to have him putting his big hands all over me.”
As Shiori strode forward, she mouthed, “No nudity.”
Knox faced her toward the audience and whispered, “No one but me gets to see those perfect tits.” He checked the rope. Wasn’t the best, but it’d do for this quick demo.
Quick? You’ll have her tied up. Under your control. Why wouldn’t you drag this out as long as possible?
Great idea.
“Take off your blouse, please.”
Shiori undid the buttons and pulled the fabric free from her skirt. She handed her shirt to Knox and he draped it over his neck.
The camisole tank she wore was shiny and the folds rippled like water. He smoothed his hand down her spine. “Can you clasp your elbows behind you?”
“Like this?”
“Yes. Loosen your shoulders.” He dragged his fingertips down the backs of her arms, knowing how sensitive that area was. The creases of her elbows received a gentle stroke before he scraped his nails across the insides of her forearms.
Knox purposely kept the rope bundle at Shiori’s feet. As he fed more rope into the design, she’d feel the rough jute teasing her bare leg.
As he wrapped her wrists, his fingers brushed the slice of skin between the waistband of her skirt and her top. So warm and soft. He let his breath flow across her neck as he found the perfect angle to finish this part of the binding. Then he crossed his rope and stood in front of her.
Shiori had closed her eyes. Her lips were parted; outwardly everything about her screamed stillness.
But Knox knew better. He felt her coiled energy, tension thrumming through her. And that filled him with a rush of power.
He stretched the rope between her breasts and didn’t pretend he wasn’t feeling her up. He had to check the tension from her lower belly up and over her chest to her shoulder. When he started that process on the other side, he rubbed the backs of his knuckles over her nipple, happy she hadn’t worn a bra so he could feel how she reacted to his touch.
This rope session had declared war on his cock, making it so fucking hard he ached. It didn’t help that his jeans pinched his balls even when he wasn’t bent forward. But his discomfort was worth it seeing hers. She’d given herself over to him—a very un-Domme-like move for her.
Another knot allowed a caress of her sweet, hard nipple. He heard her swift intake of breath.
He’d finished the chest harness but didn’t want to lose the moment, so he skated his palms up the outside of her arms to her shoulders. With his back to the small audience, he could speak softly and only she could hear.
“You are beautiful. And if it were just us with rope play, I’d kiss you as I untied the ropes.”
“Where would you kiss me?”
“Everywhere you allowed it.”
She smiled.
He stood behind her and said, “Behold the simple chest harness,” to the crowd.
A smattering of applause.
“How long did it take you to learn to work rope like that?” one guy asked.
“I’m lucky enough to work with a kinbaku and shibari rope master. But this harness is a beginner’s level design.”
As Knox answered more questions, he started untying her. The spectators drifted away and he quickened his pace. “Any numbness?”
“A little in my arms.”
He vigorously rubbed them to get the circulation going.
“You’re good at this, Shihan.”
“I learned from the best.”
That’s when he realized her entire body vibrated. Dammit, she’d started to come down from rope subspace. As he helped her put her shirt back on, he said, “I don’t have a blanket to wrap around you.”
She opened her eyes halfway, and the lust he saw shining in those golden depths caused a growl of need to escape. “Then I guess you’ll just have to wrap me in your arms.”
The last of the rope hit the floor.
Knox had his hands on her hips as he propelled her through the crowd. He spied a side exit and then pushed through the door. They’d ended up in an alley access, out of the elements and in a dark recess away from curious eyes.
The sexual beast inside Knox roared, desperate for that connection of bodies. His mouth attacked hers, tongues warring and breath coming hard and fast as they fed the fire between them.
Clamping his hands on her ass, he hoisted Shiori against the brick wall. The insides of her thighs pressed against the outsides of his hips, and a sharp stab of pain came from her stilettos jabbing into him.
Fuck. He didn’t care if her shoes gouged out chunks of his flesh. He finally had her where he needed her: writhing against him, her pussy hot enough and wet enough to leave a mark on the front of his jeans.
She slipped her hands beneath his shirt to get at his chest. Her fingers clutched his pecs with enough pressure she’d leave marks as she scraped her thumbnails across his nipples.
As frenzied as he was to fuck her, to finally know the wet heat of her body surrounding his shaft, to hear the sounds she made as she came around his cock, he knew she’d decide when that happened.
So he squeezed her butt cheeks, and each time he pressed, his fingers inched closer to her core.
“Knox,” she breathed against his lips. “I need . . .”
“Tell me and I’ll give it to you.” His mouth was on her throat, drinking in the sweet and salty taste of her skin.
“Oh god. I could come just from your mouth sucking on my neck right there.”
“Then come for me, Nushi.”
Shiori canted her hips, grinding her mound into his hard length, letting her head fall to the side, giving him full access to her neck.
He stayed still, letting her move on him as he used his teeth and the soft suction of his mouth to drive her to the edge.
Her fingers dug into his chest and her legs tightened in that second before the orgasm hit. Her soft noises of pleasure filled his head and taunted the beast inside him that demanded the same satisfaction.
All for her. You’ll get your turn.
She scraped her fingertips down to his abdomen and lazily stroked him. “That was a good warm-up.”
He nuzzled her collarbone, wishing he could hoist her higher to get to her tits.
“Do you think you can make me come again?”
“If you let me use my cock.”
“What will you do if I make you get me off but won’t let you come?”
Knox gritted his teeth against the protesting
pulse in his cock and balls. “Whatever Nushi wants. Use my body to please yours.”
“Knox. Look at me.”
He opened his eyes but wasn’t able to hide his need or his frustration.
She brought her hands up and framed his face. “Undo your pants.”
He fumbled with the button and zipper. Once undone, his jeans fell to his feet.
“Briefs too.”
One tug and his bare ass was exposed for all to see.
Shiori rubbed her thumb along the inside of his bottom lip. “Do you want to make love to me?”
Say yes.
But an anguished, “No,” escaped.
“No?” she repeated.
Then Knox was nose to nose with her. “No. I want to fuck you so hard you’ll still feel me inside you next week.”
Keeping her eyes locked on his, she sucked his lower lip into her mouth and bit down with enough force he flinched. She flicked her tongue over the spot and said, “Then do it.”
A snarl left his throat, and he reached between them to yank her panties aside. His fingers came away wet. As much as he wanted to bring his fingers to his mouth and suck off every bit of her sweet juices, that hot, wet cunt was his for the taking.
Knox shifted his stance and his cock head connected with her opening. He rocked into her with such power he ended up on his toes.
“Oh, fuck, you’re big,” she said with a groan.
He put his mouth on her ear. “You’ll get used to it.” Then he plowed into her repeatedly, her pussy a hot, wet haven.
He released a groan every time he bottomed out inside her, feeling the wet kiss of her inner muscles contracting around his shaft. He buried his mouth in her throat, trying to taste her, touch her, fuck her, mark her—all at the same time.
“I want your hands above me on the wall, Knox.”
He started to raise his head to protest, but she said, “Now.”
The sharpness in her tone had him obeying immediately. And this angle didn’t give him as much leverage since he had a different balance point. He had to move slower.
The fingers in his hair tightened, and Shiori pulled his head back to get at his mouth.
Her lips captured his in a hot kiss that shot straight to the inferno stage.
With his cock urging him to kick up the pace, Knox discovered he could snap his hips at the last second and drive into her hard.
She broke the kiss to whisper, “Yes. Like that. Just like that.”
With Shiori’s mouth on his, her grip on his hair, the slow, hard fucking he was giving her, he started to feel that buzz in his balls.
Not yet. Jesus.
“Knox,” she said between kisses. “Slide side to side.”
He gyrated his pelvis as he stroked in and out.
“Don’t stop. Don’t go faster.”
His arms began to shake, and he bent his head to flick the sweet spot on her neck with his tongue. That tease elicited a gasp, and she held his head there with an iron grip.
The fog of lust had dissipated into a sensual haze where his sole focus was on the precise way he fucked her. A slow grinding glide, a hard thrust. His world boiled down to the hot clasp of her pussy around his shaft, her hand fisting his hair and his mouth at her throat.
“Yes. Now.”
Knox pulled her skin between his teeth and sucked, sending her entire body into spasms.
By the time her tremors subsided, sweat dripped down his back and dampened his chest.
Shiori’s palms smoothed over his cheeks, and she tipped his head back to look at him. “You did well.”
“It was all for you.”
“Now it’s your turn.” She brushed her lips across his. “Ask me.”
“Please, Nushi, let me come.”
“Come for me now.”
He slammed into her one last time, and immediately one of the most powerful orgasms of his life roared through him. As the pulses slowed and stopped, he realized why everything had felt so damn good from the start, why his sensitivity was heightened. It had nothing to do with a Domme-sub encounter; it was because they’d forgotten a condom.
Shit.
When he tried to pull out, Shiori’s heels dug into the backs of his legs. “Stay still.”
“Dammit, Shiori, we forgot a condom.”
She froze.
Knox looked at her. “I’m sorry. I know it’s not an excuse—”
“It’s okay. It’s more my fault than yours because I’m supposed to be looking out for you.”
He rested his forehead to hers. “How about we just say we both fucked up?”
“Okay.” She ran her hands over his head. “Kind of a buzz-kill.”
“Yeah. But it was goddamn great before that.”
“I thought so too.” She pressed her lips to his. “This is not a big deal. I can take one of those ‘oops’ pills in the morning and we’ll be covered.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.”
“Does that mean you’re not interested in coming home with me tonight?”
“Are you asking me?”
“Yes.” Knox let his lips trail down her temple and cheek. He nuzzled her ear. “I’d like you in my bed all night. This offer does include breakfast in the morning and a workout partner.”
“Do you have condoms?”
His heart rate spiked. “A brand-new box. I had them for the other night, but it turned out we didn’t need them.”
She laughed. “Maybe we’ll need them tonight.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.” Knox pulled out and set Shiori on her feet. As they righted their clothes, he remembered he’d ridden to the club with Fisher. The thought of going back in and trying to act normal caused his stomach to knot.
“What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t drive.”
She shrugged. “I can call for a ride from my car service.”
“We’ll take a cab.”
“And that’s different from a car service . . . how? Besides, cabs smell bad and they’re more dangerous.”
The difference was he’d be paying for the cab. Not having the billionaire heiress squiring him around. “We’re taking a cab.”
A hand slapped on his chest and he looked at her.
“Eyes on the ground.”
Shit. He dropped his gaze.