But tonight, we take it to the next level. I'm nervous, but we’ve been working up to this for months. I’ll be tied to the St. Andrew's Cross is on the main stage tonight.
While I know being on display isn't Knox's thing, I wanted to do this, and I know he’ll do it for me. Not that he won't enjoy it. When we step out on stage, there isn't an audience, but people all over the main space can watch if they choose.
"Hey, eyes on me. No one else exists outside of you and me," Knox says.
I nod and focus on him. He leans in and places a soft kiss on my lips before his hands trail up my shoulders and then under the silk robe, which is the only thing I’m wearing. His hands lightly travel over my shoulders, pushing the silk robe slowly off my body, so it slides off and pools at my feet.
I’m on the stage completely naked, but Knox has me so focused on him it barely registers. He guides me toward the cross on the stage. When we get to it, he kisses me. Finally, he removes his lips, and his eyes lock with mine as he lifts one hand and secures it to the cross before lifting the other and doing the same.
Knox drops to his knees in front of me and spreads my legs to tie each one to its spot on the cross. His hands are gentle, but his movements are firm. After glancing at the crowd, I see that people have started to notice.
Then Knox is in front of me, and my eyes are back on him. Standing there shirtless, with his broad chest and abs on display, I swoon a little. He’s only wearing sweatpants, and I know there's nothing under them. Already I can tell his big cock is hard, and he’s enjoying himself. For some strange reason, that puts me even more at ease.
Stepping forward, he cups my breasts, running his thumbs over my hard nipples. His light touch tingles all the way to my core, and I want to rub my legs together, but I can't. When he pinches each nipple, I moan with pain that soon morphs into pleasure.
"What's your color, Princess?" he whispers only for my ears.
I know what he's asking. He wants to know how I'm doing being on stage, naked, tied up, and exposed to all these people. Though he doesn't want to pull us from the scene, he will if I say red.
"Green."
He nods and drops to his knees again, and let me tell you, having a strong man like Knox look up at you from his knees is intoxicating. Once I asked him about it, and he said it's the same feeling he gets when I'm on my knees giving him a blowjob. It made me understand its appeal a lot more.
Placing one hand on each of my spread thighs for balance, he leans in and goes straight for my clit. The moment his tongue makes contact, my head falls back, and I don't recognize the sound coming from me. Though that sound captures more attention because in the brief moment I look out over the crowd, more people have turned toward the stage. I look down at Knox, and he nods his head before diving back in as a reward for keeping my eyes on him.
On a mission now, he’s relentless. His big hand slowly trails over my thigh as his tongue plays with my clit. All I can do is moan, hanging there helplessly. But before I realize it, he's thrusting two fingers into me and zeroes in on the spot he knows drives me crazy.
As my orgasm crashes into me, my entire body tenses and tries to collapse, but the restraints hold me up. As my orgasm recedes, I find Knox once again watching me. He kisses the inside of my thigh. Our sign for “I love you” when we’re both otherwise occupied.
When he stands, he moves to the side of the cross and turns the stand so I'm no longer facing the crowd head-on but am now on a slight angle. My heart starts racing, and my body tenses up. Something that doesn't go unnoticed by Knox.
He leans in and kisses my neck, which causes me to relax instantly.
"What color, Princess?"
"Green. Just nervous."
"I've got you."
He steps back and drops his pants. He's hard and now on full display. But he only has eyes for me. If he was looking anywhere else, I don't think I'd be able to handle other women seeing him.Now I understand why he’s so insistent on having my eyes on him.
He wastes no time stepping between my legs and sliding into me nice and slow, knowing it makes my body go into overdrive.We both moan, and as he slides back out, he reaches up and pinches my nipples again. The sensation makes my body turn to jello. My head falls back, and I'd collapse to the ground if the cross weren't holding me up.
Thrusting into me faster as he wraps my hair around his fist and yanks my head up. I have no choice but to look at him. The look in his eyes… it’s as if he's desperate to see me, to know I'm okay. Like he needs my eyes more than I need him because this moment feels huge between us.
His lips crash into mine, and he stops all movements holding himself inside me. I whine, and he smiles.
"You feel too damn good," he whispers on my lips, dragging his cock out of me before slowly pushing back in.
Saying things like that turns me on and makes me even hotter. Having that kind of power over him is the biggest aphrodisiac. Now my sexual desire is off the charts.
He picks up his pace, and his hands dig into my hips. In the crowd, a woman screams out her orgasm. I start to turn my head to look when one of his hands grips my jaw.
"Next time, I’ll have to lock your head in place. What part of ‘eyes on me’ do you not understand, little girl?"
Fuck.
"Sorry, Daddy," I whisper.