Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Sighing, he forced his attention back into the present. Rechecked Remi’s ropes for the umpteenth time. Not too loose, not too snug. Knots holding firm. “How you doing?” he asked.
“Excellent, Sir,” Remi mumbled, his brown eyes hooded. He appeared in a daze. Surprise, surprise. The textbook signs of a practiced slave, his mind already half into subspace via nothing but bondage.
“Alright, then. I’m gonna need you to get down on your knees. Sit on your heels and prop your weight on the balls of your feet.”
Remi nodded, his pale skin flushed, his full lips parted. The ropes around his torso were applying the perfect amount of compression. Not too tight, though—this wasn’t predicament play, hindering one’s ability to take full inhalations—just enough to feel at the total mercy of his current master. A mind-and-body state that Remi clearly enjoyed. His full-fledged erection was impossible to miss.
Kai sank onto his haunches. “Good. Now part your knees. I’m going to do a frog tie.”
Again, Remi nodded. A soft breath escaped him when Kai settled in close. As if the proximity of his body alone brought an immense sense of pleasure.
Kai got back to work securing his right leg, then his left. A few moments later, and he was on to the final stretch. Remi loosed more breaths as Kai’s fingers brushed his body, then the quietest little moan when Kai applied those happy knots.
A sound that, despite Kai’s efforts, had him slipping back to memories of earlier that day. All the noises Breck had tried to stifle as Kai had showed him how he’d play. Even now, they made Kai tamp down a growl. And, Jesus, Breck’s dick. It’d been hard as steel. Being tied up had seriously turned him on, whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not.
Which made Kai wonder… Did Breck have a proclivity for kink—or for that matter, BDSM—that he just had yet to explore? Would he like Dom District? Would the things there excite him? Make him curious about new experiences? It was possible. Breck clearly exhibited signs of someone willing to expand their horizons.
Kai started to harden. So many adventures they could have.
No. Jesus. He forced that train of thought to stop right there. Yes, the fun could be incredible if they braved that route. But fun didn’t last forever. People came and people went. It wouldn’t be wise to get closer to Breck. Not when he had yet to prove to Kai that he was more. More than a ladies’ man in a basketball jersey, an NBA hopeful with a sparkly crown.
Mind resolved, Kai rose to his feet and assessed his handiwork. Hmm. He frowned, cocking his head. Something didn’t feel right. Every rope was laid exactly where it should be. Every knot constructed perfectly, every placement right. So why, then, did this finished product look only half as good as Breck’s?
Yeah, like he didn’t know the answer to that.
Turning around, he faced the class. “And that’s a wrap.” He scanned their creations. “Your work looks great, but just to be safe, I’m gonna check each one out individually. Feel free to stick around after that and enjoy your labors.”
All around, conversations began, a vibe of satisfaction permeating the room, each pair of participants looking exceptionally pleased with their final results.
Kai turned back to Remi. “How you feeling?”
The guy looked dazed. His lashes all heavy, his skin still flushed. “Very hopeful, Sir.”
“Hopeful?” Kai chuckled.
Remi smiled. “That you’ll stick around and enjoy your labors with me. Doesn’t taking advantage of your helpless captive sound incredibly fun?”
Kai grinned and crossed his arms. Remi was incorrigible. But he was also well aware of Kai’s MO. He didn’t get sexual with his models. He kept things professional. A standard he maintained that virtually everyone at The District knew. And yet, from time to time, a few of his models still gave it a shot. Optimistic, yet wholly futile.
Sorry, Remi. Not today.
Inclining his head, he declined politely. “I appreciate your offer, but I like to remain undistracted so I can monitor the class and ensure everyone’s safety. You understand.” Which wasn’t to say he didn’t have alternatives to offer his models as consolation. After all, they were helping him out, and he was all about maintaining the balance. Kai smiled. “How about one of them?”
He gestured to the crowd congregated outside the classroom door. Those who had come to learn how things played out at this stage of the game. If Kai’s models desired, they could choose a ‘substitute’ and still have their fun once instruction was over.
Remi’s initial look of disappointment quickly faded as he perused his unexpected options. Delectable cuts of choice young men. Virile, middle-aged stags. Even some finely-aged silver foxes. Kai could all but hear Remi’s heart rate eagerly accelerating.
“How to choose?” he breathed, drinking in the assortment. “May I pick two? Or three?”