Hmm. The practical side of bondage. Lisa stifled another giggle.
“I already demonstrated the square knot and clove hitch on my last volunteer. You, sweet, will demonstrate a different knot and hitch.”
Lisa gulped.
“I’ll bind sweet Lisa’s wrists usin’ a French bowline knot.”
Ace grabbed Lisa’s forearm, his long dark fingers exerting a delicious pressure. He formed a loop in the rope, pushed one end through, and repeated the procedure, coiling the rope around Lisa’s wrists. “This is a good knot for bindin’ wrists and ankles because it won’t tighten and cut off circulation.”
Lisa gulped again as Ace’s deft hands tied her. She took a deep breath and exhaled, reminding herself that she had bared her pussy and volunteered for this. Why? She wasn’t interested in bondage. But she was becoming increasingly interested in the gorgeous specimen of eye candy before her.
“Now let’s say I want to bind sweet Lisa here to a bedpost. For that, we need a hitch. And let me say again that you should never use a hitch around the wrists or ankles. They tend to tighten as pressure is applied. You use a hitch for tying a rope to a bedpost.” He nodded to the twin bed on the platform. “If you’ll lie down, sweet.”
Lisa’s legs turned to jelly under her, but somehow she made it to the bed and lay down on her back.
“Are you ready, Lisa?”
The crowd snickered. What was their problem? She’d already lain down.
“I’m waitin’,” Ace said.
Lisa cleared her throat. “For what?”
“For you to say you’re ready.”
More snickers. What the hell was going on?
“Sure, I’m ready.”
“Perfect,” he said. “Now reach your hands over your head, and I’ll hitch the rope binding your wrists to the bed post.”
With a few quick movements that Lisa couldn’t see, Ace secured her. Her arms were now immobile. Frightening. Yet…arousing? In front of all these people? What the hell was wrong with her?
“Now I can have my way with the lovely Lisa,” Ace said, his husky voice sliding into her psyche. “But wouldn’t she be beautiful if each ankle were bound to the foot of the bed?”
Lisa tensed, but the crowd roused.
“For that, since our fair Lisa is a beginner, I’ll use leather ankle cuffs, which I’ll secure to the post using a half hitch.”
Lisa closed her eyes and willed herself to steady as Ace bound first one and then her other ankle and secured each to the bed posts. She lay, legs spread, pussy bared, in front of several dozen people she’d never met. Just as well. If she knew any of them, she’d want to expire on the spot. She was nearly to that point anyway. Yet when Ace stood over her, his chocolate eyes blazing, she wanted nothing more than for him to strip off his Bermuda shorts and ram his huge—at least it was huge in her imagination—cock into her slick cunt.
“You’re beautiful, sweet,” he said, gazing into her eyes. “Beautiful, and ready for me to do whatever I please.” He winked and then nodded to his audience. “Here she is, ladies and gentleman, at my pleasure, her legs spread, her wrists bound. She can’t touch me, but I can touch her.” He cleared his throat. “You can add to your submissive’s sensory perception by blindfolding her. Silk works well for this. The coolness of it against the face is pleasant for the submissive.”
Lisa closed her eyes, anticipating the gossamer softness against her cheeks. Her nipples tightened into hard buds, and moisture dripped from her pussy. If he fucked her right here, right now, outside in broad daylight in front of all these people, she wouldn’t stop him. The thought frightened her. Still, her pussy throbbed, and ripples of heat washed over her body. Her nipples stood straight, yearning for a tongue to lick them, lips to suck them. Firm, full lips.
“That’s about all the time for today’s demonstration.” Ace’s voice cut into her fantasy. “Thanks for coming. Tomorrow’s demonstration will be toga tying, to get you all ready for the Greek party tomorrow evening. Tonight is Casino Night. And I know those of you with Soleil Erotique have a special evening planned.”
Strangely disappointed that he hadn’t blindfolded her with silk, Lisa waited as the others left. Within a few minutes, she was alone with Ace. And still bound to the bed.
He sat down next to her and untied her wrists. “I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much, sweet. You were a good sport.”
“Oh, no. I’m fine.” Lisa rubbed her wrists, but they weren’t sore at all. It just seemed the thing to do.
“You made a pretty model for my demonstration.” He unhitched the rope from the bedpost and coiled it.
Lisa lay still, her ankles still bound. She didn’t dare speak, for fear that if she opened her mouth, she’d scream “fuck me!” Ace reached for her first ankle cuff and unfastened it. Though she was naked and at his mercy, he was careful not to touch her inappropriately. Damn him.
When he had freed her completely, he handed her the sarong. “Here you are. Though it’s a shame to cover such beauty.”