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  “They’re in the lobby, checking in. We good to go?”

  “Yes, I should think so,” Madeline said. “Eric?”

  “Yeah. Yes.” He coughed lightly into his fist and drew himself up straight, trying not to show that he was sucking in his gut.

  Madeline’s gaze took it all in. Her small smile told him she hadn’t missed his tricks. She waited until Andy had moved toward the next group before turning to Eric.

  “I thought we’d do something simple, but pretty. A harness tie. You’re familiar?”

  He nodded and shifted again at the fullness in his crotch. Madeline’s gaze did not drop to the growing bulge, and Eric felt strangely grateful. It wasn’t like he had to be ashamed of getting turned on or anything; this entire space had been designed to provide sexual gratification in a variety of ways, using a lot of different tools. But he did want to make sure she knew he was being respectful of this experience. They’d be sharing it, and while it was going to be intimate, it wasn’t necessarily going to be…personal.

  Madeline ran the length of cord through her fingers, snapping it taut before letting it go loose. “This is gorgeous rope. It’s going to look lovely against your pretty skin.”

  Heat rose from his chest to his throat. “You think I’m pretty?”

  “I do,” she told him, but didn’t have time to say more because the first group of guests had gathered in front of them.

  For the next thirty minutes, Madeline tied him up. The rope passed over and around his chest and waist and snugged his arms tight behind him. Eric stayed on his knees, letting himself relax into the ropes. She kept up a running commentary the entire time, showing the group exactly how she worked the knots into place.

  Her hands on his bare skin were warm. Gentle, but firm. Every now and then, she would pause to rest a hand on the back of his neck, her fingers curled. Once, she smoothed her palm over his hair. Every touch sent a wave of pleasure through him, not necessarily erotic, but sensual.

  Intimate.

  “Good boy,” Madeline breathed into his ear.

  She’d finished. As promised, she’d created a harness of ropes and knots interlinked all over him, binding him tightly into place on his knees with his arms behind him, wrists tied together. The ropes had been placed so intricately and with such skill that they framed his nipples and naval, criss-crossing over his chest. Two lengths passed around his thighs and between his legs. The rope pressed his balls and went between his asscheeks. He wished he’d taken off the briefs. As he imagined the way the rope would have rubbed his asshole, his cock swelled. He kept his gaze straight forward, but heat flushed his throat and cheeks.

  Madeline put her hand on the back of his neck again to address their audience. “Any questions? Don’t be shy.”

  A young woman in a black dress raised her hand. “How long have you guys been together?”

  Eric glanced at Madeline, who looked surprised. “Us? Oh. We’re not a couple. I’ve only met Eric tonight for the first time.”

  “Oh, but I thought…” the girl looked confused, shaking her head. “I just figured you’d have to be a couple. I mean, you worked so effortlessly together.”

  “This wasn’t a particularly complicated tie, but thank you.” Her fingers squeezed his neck once, gently, before she withdrew her hand.

  “I guess I assumed that you’d have to be a couple with someone before you could trust them enough to let them tie you up,” the girl continued, adding hastily, “I’m not trying to be rude.”

  “I wouldn’t usually let a stranger tie me up, and certainly not in private,” Eric said. “This is a special occasion, because we have guests tonight. I’m in a safe space, with people around me that I trust. The club owner vouched for Madeline, so I felt totally comfortable. In the event that something happened that I didn’t like, I’m not alone here.”

  “You should always feel safe with the person you’re playing with,” Madeline said quietly. “Always.”

  “What’s it like? I mean, why do you like it?” A different woman, this one with a pen and notepad, looked at Eric.

  He took a few seconds to form his answer. Tied this way, it was easy for him to slip into a sensual daze but difficult to concentrate on answering questions. Another gentle squeeze of Madeline’s fingers on the back of his neck, that renewed connection of flesh on flesh, centered him. Focused. He shifted to ease some of the pressure in his muscles, beginning to ache the tiniest bit from the strain of being so still.

  “I’m an ER doctor. Every day, I have to make decisions about people, how to help them. Sometimes it’s life and death. Very fast-paced. Never the same. Stressful. When I’m tied up, I can’t do anything but…be. Here, present. Still. I have no choice about it.”

  The woman scribbled something in her notebook while several of the other observers murmured to each other. Madeline leaned again to whisper into his ear, more soft words of praise.

  “You were wonderful,” she said. “So perfect.”

  The brush of her lips on his earlobe thickened his cock still more, and he didn’t dare look down to draw attention to the erection. People saw it, of course. He could tell by their expressions that they were intrigued, a little embarrassed, maybe even a few of them turned on themselves.

  After the sessions had all ended and the guests had gone, Madeline began working the knots free. It took a little less time to undo him than it had to truss him, but only a little. When she’d pulled the last of the rope away, she hissed in a breath and ran her fingers over the lightly indented marks the bondage had left behind.

  “I love the way this looks,” she murmured and looked up as though surprised at her own words.

  Their gazes meshed and melded. Her hands were still on him. He was still on his knees.

  She was beautiful.

  One of her hands went below his elbow. She was helping him up, he realized. Stiff-legged from being in the same position for so long, Eric got to his feet. Madeline kept her hands on him until he’d steadied.

  “There,” she said, her tone satisfied. “Would you like a drink of water?”

  She handed him a bottle from the small cooler next to the table without waiting for an answer. He took it, cracking the cap off and finishing half the bottle greedily as Madeline looped the rope back into a coil and put it in its place on the table.

  “Even if you’ve not been doing something intense, you should hydrate,” she said over her shoulder. “I suppose I don’t need to tell you that.”

  He hadn’t been feeling weak with exertion, not from the really very mild play they’d just shared, but her words threatened to knock his knees. She spoke with calm authority, as though she not only knew what was best for him, but she would make sure he got it. For a moment, Eric froze in place, struck with a longing so deep and fierce he was afraid to move in case it might shatter him like a glass dropped on a concrete floor.

  Madeline looked up. Caught his gaze. Her chin lifted and she didn’t smile, but her eyes stayed on his. She finished coiling the rope and tucked it into the box. She was going to pack up and leave. Would he see her again? What if she never came back?

  “Would you like to grab a coffee after this? Or a drink, maybe a beer or glass of wine? It’s late for coffee. Do you even drink coffee?” His words blurted out of him, and he cursed himself inwardly. No chill.

  “I do drink coffee. Yes. But I’ll have to pass on the offer, thank you.”

  “Another time?” Eric stepped toward her, not missing the way Madeline drew back. He stopped himself from moving closer, regretting how desperate he’d seemed. That wasn’t cool and definitely not okay by any kind of social etiquette, but especially frowned upon at U4ia. No always meant no.

  “I don’t think so. But this was lovely,” she said. “A really nice introduction to the club. Thank you for that.”

  “Sure. No problem. I mean, you’re welcome.”

  They stared at each other for a moment or so longer after that, before Madeline gave him a nod he couldn�€