Page 58 of Piece Us Together

“Definitely, sir.”

“Your only job during this is to pay attention to yourself. If anything tingles or goes numb, you’ll tell me. If you get dizzy, lightheaded, or nauseous, you’ll tell me. If you start to struggle to breathe, you’ll tell me. If you feel panicked at any point, you’ll tell me. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Repeat them back.”

“I’ll tell you if there’s any tingling or numbness, any dizziness or—or if I get lightheaded, or nauseous. I’ll also tell you if I have any issues breathing or feel upset or panicked.”

“Such a good listener.” Hunter lets the end of his rope trail down Nolan’s spine. I don’t know if it’s the praise or the touch, but he shivers. “I want you to snap your fingers twice when you start approaching subspace, okay?”

This time, Nolan pauses. “Can I ask why, sir?”

Hunter looks pleased again. “The ties I plan on using require you to be upright in the beginning. When you start drifting, I’ll settle you in a safer position and finish up, or alter my pattern if I can’t finish. I want you to be able to drift without needing to worry about safety. That snap will make it so you can keep heading into that space and I can take care of you the way you need. Most find it easier to snap than speak when they’re drifting. Promise you’ll snap?”

Nolan nods. “Promise, sir. Thank you for explaining.”

“So polite.” Hunter shoots a wink at me before slinging the rope over his shoulders and grabbing Nolan to move him. “Nice straight back, legs apart just a bit more. Good boy.”

He turns back to me with the end of his rope presented. “Use those scissors to cut near the end here, will you?”

“Why?”

“Such curious boys tonight.” He chuckles. “It’s because I haven’t used them in over a month and I want to ensure they’re as sharp as they need to be.”

I try not to think too hard about him having used them around a month ago. I try not to wonder who it was with, if he liked them more than us, if he still plays with them and just hasn’t used the rope recently.

Once we’ve checked the rope and scissors, he leads me back to Nolan. He settles right behind him, and I take my place a foot away on his left. I watch him place a steadying hand on Nolan’s shoulder. The touch sends a shiver through my boyfriend before his muscles go lax.

He guides Nolan’s arms until they’re behind his back, bent at each elbow, the backs of his hands resting in the crooks of them. He runs a loop of the rope through the gap between his back and arms twice before working a single stretch of rope through it until it’s knotted. He tugs the knot tight, Nolan’s fingers twitching as the yank gently rocks his body.

Hunter asks, “Comfortable?” while already winding the rope over Nolan’s shoulder and across his chest.

Nolan sounds breathless when he says, “Yes, sir.”

I glance at Hunter, catching the way his lips curl into a knowing smile before his face softens with concentration. The rope is brought over the opposite shoulder, looped around the second stretch, and knotted in the center of his spine. Hunter tugs upward, pulling it tight once, twice, three times. It makes Nolan bounce on his knees almost obscenely, his ass kissing the sheets each time before settling again.

Maybe the sight is just as enjoyable for Hunter as for me because he takes a break, holding the rope in his left hand likea leash as he caresses Nolan’s ass. I don’t know who sucks in a sharper breath the first time he smacks a hand down—me or Nolan. We both shakily exhale the same when it’s followed by a second hit. And a third. A fourth.

His pretty ass now tinged pink, Hunter moves on with his work like nothing even happened, leaving me hard as a rock and Nolan panting lightly.

He loops the rope between Nolan’s legs, separating the two strands to wind around his cock and balls gently but tightly. He secures the ends to the strip of rope across Nolan’s chest, knotting it the same way as his last two. I shift a little to the left to get a better view of him. At the same time, Hunter tugs at the knot, making him bounce again. This time, he cries out as he does, the rope pulling where it’s tied around his hard cock and dark red balls.

Nolan sways slightly when the rope is relaxed. He fumbles for a moment, arms twisting the best they can in their rope harness, before his fingers snap. Once. Twice.

Not a safeword, just a warning for subspace.

“Maison, come stand behind him. Brace him against your front.”

I follow the order, stepping up until my knees are against the end of the bed. Just a gentle nudge backward is enough to have his weight settled against me. I place my hands on his shoulders, thumbs starting to stroke soothing circles. I’m not sure which of us finds them soothing. I’m not sure it matters.

Hunter grabs another loop of rope and settles on the bed between Nolan’s feet. He looks more concentrated than ever, but the tie he does is a simple cuff on each ankle that he knots together to keep him from being able to spread his feet apart. It’s not the tie he’s concentrating on.Is he worried about Nolan? Is this too early for subspace? Should we bring him back?

“He’s okay,” Hunter murmurs as he starts working rope up his calves, creating a sort of ladder effect with such quick movements I can’t track them. Or maybe that’s just because my head is starting to feel a little too full. “Maison, what’s your color?”

I don’t give him a color. I don’t know my color without more information. “Is it normal? The subspace this early?”

“Sorry,” Nolan mumbles, blinking slowly. “Been a long time.”