Page 69 of Key of Kink

I chuckled. “I think Alex fell asleep.”

Beside me, Max snickered. “I think you’re right.”

The sub lay on his front on the table, hogtied, his eyes closed. His Dom, Leo, shook his head, smiling, then faced his audience.

“Sorry about this. It isn’t that he finds my technique boring.” Leo tickled the soles of Alex’s feet, and Alex reacted in a heartbeat, shuddering. Leo laughed, along with everyone watching. “That usually works. No, he slips into a really relaxed state. But I’m not too concerned. The last part of tonight’s demo is about to wake him up.” He began untying the knots that bound his sub.

Around us, voices rose in soft chatter as we waited.

“Well, what did you think?” Max asked quietly.

I shrugged. “I like restraints, but I’m not sure about being hogtied. Is there a point to it, other than having a sub completely at your mercy?”

Max chuckled. “That is the point. It’s useful when you don’t want the sub to move.” He grinned. “Perfect for Knismolagnia scenes.”

I blinked. “Knismo-what scenes?” I narrowed my gaze. “You made that up.”

Max leaned in, and I was aware of his warmth, the smell of leather and his own musky scent. “Tickling.”

I shivered, an involuntary reaction to both the word and the smell of him. “Er, no. I said no tickling, remember?”

He laughed, a throaty raw sound that made my cock sit up and take notice. “I remember everything. You said you wanted sensory play, except maybe tickling. That sounds like a soft limit to me.”

I wasn’t giving up that easily. “Why would anyone want to be tickled?”

“Some subs like the endorphin rush. The way it heightens responses. It helps you shut out mental noise, whatever is clogging your mind…” He smiled. “I’ve used it to deny a sub an orgasm. I let them get really close, then I tickle them. It redirects the body sensation. And it can be a huge turn-on.”

I bit my lip. “Still not convinced, but keep going.”

God, I was such a liar.

“It’s not something I go into with a lot of conversation first,” Max admitted. He stared at me. “Just consider it? Because I think it would be right up your street.”

“Why?”

His eyes gleamed in the dim lights. “You like to laugh, don’t you?” Then he straightened. “Ah. Looks like we’re at the final demo.”

I returned my attention to Leo and Alex.

“For the final part of tonight’s demonstration,” Leo said, “I lay the blame on someone else—actually, a few someones. I asked if there were any requests for particular scenes, and one reply kept cropping up. So now I’m going to make Alex’s day and demonstrate milking.”

Alex grinned. “Whoever you were? Thank you.” That brought a ripple of laughter.

“You said you were up for being milked, didn’t you?” Max murmured.

Fuck. He really did remember everything.

“Maybe?”

Max snickered. “Then I’d better take notes, hadn’t I?”

Oh God.

Leo had set up a sling, Alex’s hands and ankles cuffed to its chains. A blindfold covered his eyes, and his dick was already standing to attention.

“This is where I tell you Leo is usually trying to stop me from coming,” Alex quipped. “The first time he did this, it was my thirtieth birthday.” He smiled. “And it became one of my favourite scenes.” He shuddered as Leo eased a cock ring over his dick and balls.

It was one of the most difficult things I’d ever had to witness. Not the way Leo worked Alex’s cock with a slick hand, or even the way he massaged Alex’s prostate, Alex writhing, his moans constant.