Let's Play a Game

12 - All Tied Up

All Tied Up

2 oz bourbon

1 oz fresh lemon juice

3/4 oz honey syrup

Tie a cherry stem around a toothpick as a garnish

Noah

I had a plan on how I'd do it. I'd text her, tell her to find a seat near the back. To wait for me there. I'd approach, bring her a drink, start making conversation. She wouldn't suspect me. I knew she didn't think it was me. Then I'd grab a rope and loop it around her neck, bringing her closer and closer to me, watching those pretty warm brown eyes grow big, until she was right up in front of me, and I could kiss her.

That plan went to hell when she started confessing to Reuben. Reuben had a strict rule about knives, and we were required to hand wash them, so I'd rolled up my sleeves to start taking care of the accumulated sharps in the sink. She and Reuben had been standing right there, and I could hear her as she said all those things...

The hardest part about this game over the past few months was that, just as much as she wanted to know me, I wanted to be known. I hadn't planned on actually falling for this girl. I'd just wanted someone to play with, someone to indulge in, someone to indulge... But the way she yearned for more of me, all of me, had tugged at my heart. He'd been right. The slow burn was worth it. Now the real fun could begin.

God, the way her eyes had lit up when she figured it out. It took her a second, staring at my hands and arms, making the connection right in front of me. She had the prettiest eyes, big, glassy, and expressive.

I walked her over to the corner table where we would be working, right beside the bar. She was blushing, her eyes big, lashes fluttering slightly, her lips slightly parted like she did when she was waiting for me to enter the playrooms. I turned her to face me.

"But... but..."

I raised an eyebrow. "But what?"

"But how?"

I couldn't help but laugh. She looked so confused.

Reuben walked up onto the stage, holding Becca's hand delicately, like she was made of glass. There was some murmuring going around the room as they realized who he would demonstrate on today. Becca was a professional Domme, and all of the regulars – and some of the newbies – knew that. She never submitted, and she never undressed, even for public play. But there she was, onstage, smiling softly, a trusting expression in her eyes I'd never seen before.

"Well, there are lots of surprises today."

"She's a switch," Megan said softly.

"Really?"

She nodded. "She's a switch and a masochist. Nobody knows who her Top is, though. I've never met them. She used to sub to Reuben a few times a year, but that stopped around the time of his accident. She used to play with Michael Black, too. They don't anymore, though. I don't know why."

Reuben began his normal introductions and covered some basic safety information, and then began to elaborate on different types of ropes. His dark, calm, deep voice filled the room. When he spoke, people listened. He had a way of talking just loud enough so everyone could hear, but quiet enough that they'd have to actually listen.

As Reuben's smooth cold voice filled our heads, he began to slowly undress Becca. She stood dutifully still, allowing herself to be moved by him. It was an enchanting thing to watch, the strong, beautiful, demanding Domme we all knew and loved submitting so softly and quietly to Reuben. It seemed so out of place, but so lovely. There were subtle gasps as the last threads of Becca's clothing was removed, and her beautiful porcelain skin was on display. There was a deep, dark red gash from her collar bone to her hip that stood out against her skin, almost glowing under the lights above her.