Just then, a Dom wearing thigh-high leather boots, studded leather armbands, plus a studded leather thong, and carrying a rolled-up rope over his arm, led a female sub up onto the stage. She was wearing a studded leather collar that matched the Dom’s armbands, and nothing else.
Cam blinked. He wasn’t used to people here being totally naked. Well, she wasn’t totally naked, she was wearing a collar but—yeah, she was naked.
The noise level in the room dropped considerably. It seemed as though plenty of other people were watching instead of talking, too. He certainly wanted to see what the Dom did with his rope.
Then he remembered Sierra’s rope-burn injury and wondered how she felt about ropes right now. He glanced over at her, but she was wearing what he was coming to recognize as her “professional” face, which showed nothing more than polite interest.
One day she won’t hide her thoughts and feelings from me. One day she’ll understand I won’t judge her. That instead, I’ll help and support her and then she’ll feel free to let me read her face.
And that’s when Cam himself blinked. This was their second date and he was saying he wanted to know all about her? That she was the one he wanted to build a relationship with? On their second date?
Sierra was a beautiful woman. He longed to lick and suck and kiss and touch her from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. He wanted to know whether her second toe was as long as her big toe and whether her belly button was an innie or an outie. He wanted to suck her clit until she creamed in orgasm and to find out how sensitive her nipples and breasts were and whether he could bring her to climax just by sucking them, too.
He wanted to lie in bed with her after sex and cuddle her and ask her about her work and her political opinions and her hopes and dreams for the future. Hopes and dreams that would include him and Fergus in them, too.
But since this was only the second date, perhaps he’d better just sit and watch her some more and learn by looking for the time being. Sierra’s gaze was on the stage so he turned his head to watch the show.
The sub stood in the center of the stage, her back to the audience, her arms held out at shoulder height and her legs spread wide apart. Her hair was very short, not touching her dramatic collar. Cam wondered if that was intentional, that either she, or her Dom, wanted the collar to make a bold and immediate statement against her skin, not be half-hidden by hair.
Sierra’s brown hair fell to just below her shoulders. Cam thought that was a good length. It was long enough for a woman to put it into an updo, or a braid, or French pleat, but not so long she’d need to spend hours every day brushing it and caring for it. He could imagine that very short hair may appeal to a woman as it was so easy to care for, a real saving in time, but from a purely selfish, male point of view he liked the idea of untying a woman’s hair and feeling it run through his hands, wrapping it over his fist to play with, or for his woman to tease his skin with it.
He was glad Sierra’s hair wasn’t short. Not that he’d touched it—or her—as yet.
The Dom had dropped his rope on the floor of the stage, and now Cam could see that it wasn’t one long rope, but quite a few ropes. The Dom took the top rope and knotted one end around her waist. He took the long end and wound it along the sub’s groin between her body and her thigh, then up along her butt crack through the loop at her waist, around the other leg between her trunk and her body, and up the center of her pussy to be knotted to the rope at her waist.
Cam was intrigued. To him, watching from the balcony, the rope seemed tight between her ass cheeks and up over her clit. If it really was firmly against her skin, every big breath she took was going to tease her most sensitive flesh against that rope.
Now the Dom took a second rope and wrapped it around her body, both above and then below her breasts. This time it was definitely tight. It dug into her skin. Then the Dom turned her to face the audience and twisted the rope tying the top and bottom pieces together with several lengths of rope between her breasts. When he’d finished her breasts were tightly bound with the rope, the globes poking out between the bindings. Now she was facing him Cam could see that the rope was tightly against her pussy as well as between her ass cheeks.
The Dom turned her face away from the crowd again and wrapped the rope around her wrists, knotting them at her center back to the rope already there. His final act was to hook the rope through a loop on her collar, and lead her after him off the stage, walking her slowly through the audience so everyone would see the intricate rope pattern and knots.
“Every step she takes will be driving her crazy with desire,” said Fergus.