She would recall that weekend, I knew. The way I’d kept her bound while I took her from behind.
“The second,” I said, “is to tease and torment you. All based upon rope and knot placement.”
I paused for a second so she could pay attention to what Eve was doing. The domme took a piece of rope and bound it around Jonah’s upper thigh while explaining the knot she used.
“Done correctly,” I said as Eve continued tying the rope around Jonah’s hips, “you could wear the ropes under your clothes.” I cupped her breasts. “Imagine walking around with ropes binding you here. The pressure. The pulling. The friction.” My hands skirted down to her hips. “Or here. How I could put them between your legs with just enough pressure to torment you. I could keep them there for hours, making you go about your day as if nothing’s different at all. Not let you find your release.”
We watched for a few minutes more.
“She’s using black rope tonight,” I whispered while Eve talked about several rope safety concerns. “And while that’s a nice choice, I think I’ll use red on you.” Abby’s body shuddered as I ran my hands down her back. “Such a nice contrast to your pale skin.”
Eve was doing something to Jonah. I could hear his moans. My focus, however, was on Abby.
“The type of bondage I’m wanting to try can be very intense,” I said, as in the background Eve commanded Jonah’s silence. “We’d need a long weekend. What do you think, Abigail? Does the idea excite you?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
“What do you think of the timing?” I asked. The closest holiday was Labor Day.
“I have a long weekend coming up in August.”
She’d told me Martha was giving her some time off. “Are you sure?” I asked.
“Mmmm,” she hummed, as I stroked her hips. “Yes, Master.”
“I’ll mark it on the calendar.”
When Eve finished tying Jonah up, she spoke silently to him for a few minutes and then slowly started untying him.
“As erotic as it can be to tie someone up,” I whispered to Abby, “it can also be erotic to untie them.” I swept my hands along her upper arms. “Imagine my hands slowly releasing the pressure of the ropes. My lips softly tracing their path. Can you feel it?”
“I want to, Master.”
The first rope fell from around Jonah’s arm.
“Do you see the marks?” I asked her. “They’re faint, but they’re there.”
The ropes hadn’t been on him long enough to leave a deep impression, but they were there if you looked hard enough. As we watched, Eve started untying his legs.
“When I take the ropes off you, the lines will be obvious,” I said. “I’ll trace them with my fingers. The sensation will be like nothing you’ve experienced.”
A few minutes later, the demo was over and people started leaving.
“There’s a love seat downstairs, near an end table,” I told Abby. “Go fix a plate of snacks and grab a bottle of water.” I didn’t particularly feel like drinking soda, and alcohol was prohibited. “I’ll be down in ten minutes for you to serve me. If the love seat is occupied, stand nearby and wait for it.”
Feeding me would be a small type of public service, but it would turn her on. Of that, I was certain. Abby had a streak of exhibitionism in her, and this would be a very subtle and nearly inconspicuous way to explore that side.
After she left, I turned and chatted a few minutes with Eve, glancing at my watch to check the time.
“She’s very lovely,” Eve said when it became obvious my mind was not on our chat.
“Thanks,” I said. “She was a bit nervous about coming tonight, but I think she’s done extremely well. I’m glad Jonah talked with her today.”
She glanced at him; he was bent over, tidying up the ropes and packing them away. At first sight, they didn’t appear to go together, but I knew they shared a deep bond.
“He said he invited her to the next meeting,” she said.
“I’m happy about that,” I said. “It’ll be good for her to be around others. Be sure to pass my thanks on to him.”
She smiled a sly grin. “Oh, I will,” she said. “Most definitely.”
I matched her grin and was still smiling as I descended the stairs a few minutes later. I glanced once more at my watch. Abby would be waiting for me. I’d let her feed me for a few minutes and then I’d let her take her own refreshment. By then I would probably have had enough of the press of people. We would leave and I’d take her home, play a bit in the playroom . . .
My smile froze as I reached the bottom stair.
She stood waiting, as per my instruction, at the love seat with a plate of snacks and a bottle of water. Standing, because the love seat was occupied.
Occupied by the one couple I wasn’t eager to introduce her to: Nicolas and Gwen.
My eyes barely registered Gwen. I saw that she was naked, kneeling beside Nicolas, and he held her leash. She didn’t see me, and I didn’t make a move to catch her attention or to see if I felt anything at seeing her; my focus was on Abby.
Abby shook her head, responding negatively to something Nicolas said. He lifted his arm, perhaps to touch her. Perhaps not, but the possibility existed.
I made it across the room in less than two seconds.
“Don’t even fucking think about touching her,” I said in a low whisper, so as not to draw the attention of other party guests.
His hand froze and he turned to me, a smile of absolute evil joy plastered on his face. “West,” he said, dropping his hand back to his lap. “What a pleasant surprise. I haven’t seen you in months.”
I looked over to Abby. Her eyes were wide.
“Did he touch you?” I asked. “Say anything inappropriate?”
Nicolas was not a bad dom, and I was treading on thin ice to even suggest anything of the sort.
I just didn’t care.
“No, Master,” she said.
“Master?” Nicolas repeated. “Oh, is she yours, West?” Without waiting for a response, he continued. “Hard to tell with that ridiculous excuse of a collar.” He waved to the woman at his feet who wore a thick, black leather collar. “You really should mark your property more appropriately.”
I spoke through clenched teeth. “I don’t believe I need pointers from you.”
“Is that so?” he asked. “I’d have to disagree with you on that. I’m sure my girl here would do the same, but she’s not allowed to talk tonight. Else you could ask her yourself.”
Abby was watching us, her head moving from me to Nicolas to Gwen as if watching a tennis match.
Fucking hell.
Gwen kept her head down through our entire exchange. Knowing what I knew of her, I expected no less.
Nicolas was under no such restrictions, however, and he looked Abby up and down.
“I heard you had a new submissive,” he said. “And that you were—what’s the word? In love?”
“Shut the fuck up,” I warned, clenching my fists. It wouldn’t be wise to start something now. Not in public. Not at a house party.
“She’s something else,” he said. “Maybe one day I’ll have the opportunity to enjoy her.”
That crossed the line. I’d have to think on what to do about it when I was in a calmer frame of mind.
I moved, took the plate and water bottle from Abby. I’m sorry, I mouthed, before moving to stand in between her and Nicolas.
“Abigail,” I said. “Put your skirt on.”
A dungeon monitor clapped his hand on my shoulder, immediately defusing the situation. “Is there a problem here, folks?”