Page 68 of The Sadist and the Brat

“I’m fine,” she assured him, and tried not to drool. He looked really good, and the ropes pressing into her bare arms combined with the restricted position were making her horny again. “How’s everyone doing?”

“Good,” he said, glancing around. “They’re a good group, eager to learn.”

“They seem like it.” Sadie smiled when laughter broke out across the room. “They’re having fun, anyway.”

“That’s the whole point.” He looked back down at her. “How about you?”

“I’m enjoying myself,” she replied, and it was true. Though she’d be enjoying herself more if she was naked and he was naked and he was using those pearly whites on her neck.

Get it out of the gutter, Sadie,she admonished herself, and refocused on his face. “Well, as much as I can being stuck on the floor.”

“I think I like you on the floor,” he mused.

“That’s because you’re a pervert,” she informed him.

He flicked the end of her nose. “Takes one to know one.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Rude.”

He just chuckled and pushed to his feet. “All right, everyone,” he called out, and the chatter and movement stopped as all eyes turned to him. “Now that the riggers have gotten comfortable with a hog tie, let’s give the rope bottoms something to work on—gettingoutof a hog tie.”

Sadie lifted her head off the pillow. “Hello.”

A titter went through the room, and Jack aimed his fathomless eyes at her. “Want to give it a shot?”

She eyed him warily. “I’d say yes, but I don’t know if I trust you.”

He just watched her, both eyebrows up and a smile on his mouth. “Go ahead, try to get out of that.”

“I notice you didn’t say I could trust you,” she said, still eyeing him with suspicion.

“Sometimes you’ve just got to roll the dice, darling,” he said, and turned his attention to the couple closest to him. “Lucas, let’s see how well Melanie’s knots hold up.”

Sadie waited a beat, but he didn’t look back, so she began to feel along the ropes wrapped around her wrists. When she found no knots, just layers of rope, she switched her attention to the rope tethering her wrists to her ankles, and there struck gold. But the knot was just out of her reach, her fumbling fingers unable to hold it. So she arched back, bringing her heels closer to her head. With some slack in the rope, she found the knot again and, able to grasp it firmly now, went to work.

She kept a careful eye on Jack as she untied the first knot, then moved onto the next. He’d left Lucas and Melanie to their own devices and was now deep in conversation with Francine and Kara. Francine had made short work of the ropes, so Jack was giving Kara some extra pointers before moving on to the next pair.

Her attention on Jack faltered as her fingers encountered a particularly difficult cluster of rope between her feet. She tried to extend her feet and twist her head to see, but she hadn’t yet managed to undo the knot holding her hair in place. Extending her feet gained her nothing but a sore neck, and the only thing she could see was the ceiling. So she pulled her feet into her butt once more and, using the tips of her fingers, felt carefully around the cluster to see if she could tell how it was put together.

The rope under her fingers moved, the slightest loosening. Encouraged, she plucked at the knot, excitement rising as it began to unravel. The bindings on her wrists went slack, and she twisted her arm to work her hand out of the loop. She stifled a shout of triumph and reached for the tie around her hair, then squeaked in shock when a fist closed over her ponytail, trapping her fingers, and yanked her head back.

She blinked away the sparks that danced across her vision and looked up into Jack’s amused face. “Having fun?”

“Oodles,” she purred, and batted her eyelashes.

He chuckled, his grip on her hair easing, and after a moment the tension on her hair loosened, and the thin rope he’d used to bind it fluttered to the floor. “I think we’re about out of time,” he announced and continued to loosen the knots she hadn’t been able to. “If your rope bunny is still tied up, go ahead and untie them. Does anyone have any questions?”

Sadie vaguely heard someone ask about quick release knots, but she didn’t follow the answer. She was too busy enjoying Jack’s hands on her.

She’d tried to ignore it at first, when he’d begun tying her up at the beginning of the class. But she was too horny, and she remembered too clearly just what those hands could do, so after a few minutes she’d stopped fighting it and allowed herself to enjoy it. She’d savored every brush of his fingers over her skin, every layer of rope he wound around her wrists. When he’d gathered her hair to tie it up, she’d resisted, just so he’d pull harder, and had almost bitten through her tongue to keep a moan from slipping free.

The last bit of rope fell away from her ankles, and Jack’s hands were gone. She sat up as he crossed the room and watched him crouch next to Melanie over a still prone and bound Lucas. She rubbed absently at her wrists, feeling the impressions left behind by the rope, and tried not to sigh with disappointment. To distract herself, she picked up one of the piles of rope lying on the floor around her. She ran the treated hemp through her hands, somehow soft and rough at the same time, and began to coil it up. When the thirty-foot length was in a tight, tidy bundle, she set it aside and reached for the next.

“Well, aren’t you helpful?” Jack crouched in front of her and picked up one of the neat bundles to examine it. “Not bad. Thanks.”

She handed him the last bundle with a smile. “You’re welcome.”

He bounced the rope in his hand, eyeing her thoughtfully. “Do you do this a lot? Bundle rope after a scene?”

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