Page 64 of Sin Deep
“Yes, special candles, with special safe wax. I hope it was a good movie.” Winter had no idea what movie Harley was talking about, but something told him it wasn’t the kind of movie he was thinking about.
“I don’t remember. I just remember a lot of hissing and moaning and being embarrassed that I was watching it with other people.”
He chuckled. “The hissing and moaning sounds accurate.” A pair of subs being led on leashes by burly Doms walked by them and he took Harley by the shoulders to watch them walk away. “They are lovely in all their leather aren’t they?”
Harley nodded. “Is it real hot, or do they have special leather for pants?”
“They’re hot. It’s a softer leather than some, but it’s still the real thing. I’ve worn leather pants a couple of times, and I liked them, but it wasn’t summertime, that’s for sure.”
“I bet your backside looks amazing in leather, but I hear you. Christmas clothes, right?” Harley winked at him. “But, honestly, they look like they are right where they want to be.”
“I’m not a fan of leashes, personally. They’re pretty, but I like to know a boy just follows me because he is supposed to.” He winked at Harley and took a few steps down the hall.
“Good to know.” Harley’s laughter was soft, almost silent, but it was there, and merry.
“Master Winter, are you bringing Harley to the Shibari lab?” Jesse stopped and gave him a smile. “You should.”
Oh, that could be fun. “Yes, perhaps. Thank you.” He nodded to Theo, who nodded back and nudged Jesse into the room. Then he turned to Harley. “Do you want to try something new, petit?”
“Sure. I’m at your disposal all weekend. What do you need me to do?”
“Allow me to practice some knots on you. Very simple stuff. I think you might enjoy it.” He stroked Harley’s cheek with his fingers. “Do you know what a safe word is? You might need one.”
“I do. Oliver and I talked about them. He said red and yellow are normal.”
“Perfect. Easy.” He took Harley’s hand and pulled him into the room. The seating was arranged in pairs, two chairs facing each other, or cushions on the floor. There were two lovely cushions off to one side that he liked the location of. “Are you comfortable on the floor, petit?”
“Sure. It smells good in here. Spicy.” Harley settled on the cushion, inhaling deeply. “Cinnamon and something else.”
“Mm. I’m not sure, but you’re right. Something warm, but I can’t put my finger on it. Not vanilla…” It was relaxing, whatever it was. Soothing.
Winter nodded to a sub as a length of white bondage rope was set on the floor beside him. “Thank you, boy.”
“You’re welcome, sir.”
Harley reached out, stroked the rope. “Oh…it’s soft. That’s good.”
“Yes.” He picked it up and handed it to Harley, loving how it looked in his boy’s fingers. “Play with it if you want to. It’s quite nice, has a good light weight.”
“I like that it isn’t rough. I don’t love the feel of rough sisal people.”
“Right, this is meant to be sensual, comfortable.”
The instructor got everyone’s attention and sat his own sub on a tall stool where he could be easily seen. He started with a single-column tie, very basic but eye-catching. “What do you think, petit? Shall we try it?”
Harley nodded, then whispered. “It’s cool to talk?”
“Yes. It’s absolutely fine to talk. You can ask me or Master Kelvin questions too, if you have any.” He took Harley’s hand and rested his arm just so, then started slowly wrapping the rope around his boy’s wrist. He didn’t have much interest in tying Harley up in general, and this was a simple knot he already knew, but he enjoyed the closeness and the sensory parts of the exercise. As long as Harley was willing to be with him, feel this, he was happy.
Harley watched with a curious gaze, and he had to wonder how much his boy was taking in.
He made sure there was room between Harley’s wrist and the rope and then tightened the knot down and lifted his boy’s wrist by the free end. “Not too bad.”
“Dude.” Harley grinned at him, wiggling his fingers. “Look at that.”
“I like how it looks.” Mostly he just liked that they were doing this together. “Have you ever wanted to be restrained? Sexually, I mean?”
“It’s never come up, really, but it’s sure pretty, isn’t it?”
