Free Bind Me Before You Go (Entangled Brazen) (Serve) by Harper Kincaid Page A

desires.
    “Oh yeah. Absolutely.” He gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead.
    Then he began. He introduced himself, explained what kind of gear he would be using, and gave a quick drill on basic knots.
    All the while, she stood there under the light, with her back to the audience. She still had her clothes on, and the idea that they’d be coming off soon spiked her adrenalin. Her heart beat wildly, like a caged bird flailing inside her chest.
    “Close your eyes.” His voice was low but rough. Like gravel. Then he took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the crowd. Even though she couldn’t see them, her breath hitched, stuck in the space between her lungs and her throat.
    “You ready?” he whispered again.
    “I’m a little scared,” she admitted, still keeping her eyes closed.
    She felt the pressure of his hand on her neck, and his mouth came even closer to her ear.
    “Cassidy, you are the most intriguing, naturally beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. No bullshit. It takes balls to come up here and embrace your sexuality in this way. And you’re in the perfect place to do it, because everyone in this room is searching for the same thing you are.”
    She nodded but didn’t reply.
    “I have to admit,” he continued, and even with her eyes closed, she could sense his gaze growing more heated for her. “I’m beyond pleased that you’re letting go like this with me. But only as long as you’re not doing this for me. Do it for you . Trust me enough to help you let go…okay?”
    She kept her eyes closed and whispered, “Okay.”
    His hand skimmed the length of her spine then touched the clasp of her top. Then he stopped, and she realized he was being mindful, that he was getting her consent every step of the way. She nodded, and he flicked the tips of his fingers on the hooks and the clasp came undone.
    “God, you’re beautiful,” he groaned, seeming almost in pain over the sight of her. She gave him a smile, and it was a sincere one. She felt cherished and lovely and surprisingly intimate, in spite of knowing there were dozens of people watching them.
    “I’m ready,” she whispered.
    “All right.” He turned to the audience. “Welcome to our Shibari demo, everyone. I’m going to start off with a classic fixed knot double coin harness.” The crowd remained eerily silent. “As you wrap the rope around your partner, it’s critical you learn to read her signals. Is she stiffening up or relaxing the muscles under the bindings? Is her face grimacing or does she appear aroused? That’s what makes this kind of Shibari all about mutuality. The rope serves as the conduit between you and your partner, like a cord of energy, of your desire, weaving from your hands onto her body. It’s like a dance between equals.”
    His fingers and his rope skirted under her breasts and around her back. She didn’t know if he was going slowly because it was a demo or if he was using his slow touch to tease her, but it didn’t matter. Her entire body came alive at his touch. His calloused fingers lightly stroked the outside of her breasts, around her sides, and across her spine.
    “Hold the rope on her back by the running ends,” he continued. “Hold them in place right by her shoulder blades.” He swiftly turned her around so that the crowd could see what he was explaining. The turn threw her off-balance for a moment, but his hand along her spine brought her back to her center. “Come back around over the chest, and start to make a weaving pattern.”
    His fingers danced feather light on her skin, but when he gripped her, it was strong, coarse even, and he tugged at the ropes around her ribcage. The fibers bit into the velvet softness under and around her breasts, like a serpentine vice. It was just enough to alert her to their presence, but not enough to really hurt her. It was amazing how he knew exactly how much she could take.
    “Don’t let the rope slack,” he warned the audience as he cinched the