She gasped when she felt the swift swat of his hand make contact with her backside.
"Just because I can't see your eyes doesn't mean I can't tell you're not paying attention."
She wondered how he knew she was lost in thought. Is he that good?
"Take your clothes off for me, and take your time," he said. "We have all night. I've been thinking about your body all week, and I want to move my hands and mouth over every inch of you."
So, this was really happening now, she thought. Her hands were trembling as she brought them up to the buttons of her blouse. She slowly undid the first three, and then suddenly, she felt his hands on hers. He was so quiet she didn't even hear him get up.
"I think I'd like to help." He moved her hands away and continued to unbutton the rest of her shirt, gently slipping it off her shoulders and then placing soft, open-mouth kisses along her neck. She instinctively reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, but realized that may have been a mistake.
He moved away and then she heard him settle back down to wherever it was he'd been sitting. "I didn't give you permission to touch me. That's unacceptable, especially in my playroom."
She opened her mouth to speak but quickly remembered she wasn't given permission to do that either.
"Continue undressing for me," he said. "I want to see the body that will belong to me and only me."
His voice was thick, and his breathing was labored. She could hear a rustling noise, but sensed he was still sitting in front of her. She needed to know what he was doing.
She kicked off her shoes and moved them away with her foot because she didn't need to be tripping over them when he instructed her to move. She unbuttoned her jeans and gradually lowered the zipper before sliding them down her hips and stepping out of them. The heat was rising up over her chest and settling into her cheeks. She had a pretty decent body, but would it meet his expectations?
"Keep going," he instructed. "You're beautiful."
She pushed her bra straps down over her shoulders and reached around to unclasp it, letting it fall to the floor. She mentally praised herself for wearing a matching black bra and panty set. Just as she was reaching down to pull off her thong, she felt his hand on her wrist as he roughly pulled her toward him.
She hated not being able to see his expression. She had no idea what was coming next, not that she'd be able to read him if she could see him.
He placed her hand on his hard cock again and stroked over her fingers, forcing her to move with him. She could feel the moisture that had beaded at the tip and licked her lips at the memory of tasting him the last time they were together.
"I've been touching myself as you've been undressing," he admitted. "And it gave me an idea, one that I'd like to explore later."
The low, husky tone of his voice was driving her crazy, and it made her want to stroke him harder and faster, but she didn't want to screw up again, so she waited for him to tell her what to do next.
"You'll touch yourself for me, and show me what you like," he promised. "I'm going to watch as you make yourself come."
Katherine let out a small moan. She wasn't sure why, but the thought of him watching as she pleasured herself was a complete turn on. She wanted to do that for him.
"But first … " he said as his strong arms effortlessly picked her up and placed her in the center of a bed.
A bed? In his playroom? At least she thought it was a bed.
"It's time for me to play," he continued. "I'm going to bind your hands to the bed since you've already proven you can't keep them to yourself. I'm using the same material that's over your eyes, so it won't hurt. Not today, anyway."
He took her right arm and placed it above her head, and then she felt the soft silk of the scarf being wrapped around her wrist and secured to a cold metal object. It must have been the bed frame, but she couldn't be certain without actually seeing it. He did the same to her left arm. She wasn't afraid, just curious as to what would happen next.
He lowered his body over hers, and she tensed as he spread her legs and positioned himself between them. She hoped he didn't enter her without any warning.
No, she thought, he was too skilled for that. His warm lips trailed across her jaw and down her neck as he caressed her nipples with his fingertips. They hardened under his touch.
"Your body is already so responsive to me," he whispered. "If I touched between your legs, I wonder if you'd be wet."
She could answer that question in no uncertain terms, but he already knew what he'd find there. He slipped his hand down between her legs and ran his finger over her sensitive slit.
"Hmm … so wet." He inserted a finger inside her, quickly finding her clit and pressing against it.
She bit down on her bottom lip to stifle a moan because she wasn't sure she was allowed to voice her pleasure. He had said she should only speak when asked a direct question.
He leaned down and whispered into her ear. "I think you like that. Do you like when I finger you?"
"Yes, Sir," she moaned. "It feels so good." She shamelessly thrust her heated, desperate pussy into his hand.
He pulled his finger out and gave her most intimate area a gentle slap, but because she couldn't see it coming, it came as a shock, and it stung. "Don't be so eager or I won't let you come."
She sighed in frustration, and then she heard him let out a light chuckle. She didn't think she'd ever heard him laugh before. It was sexy.
He slipped his finger back inside her as she felt him lean down to take her nipple between his teeth. He bit down softly and then licked over her pebbled flesh. He added another finger and worked her faster. It had been so long since she'd been touched like this, and if she was being honest, it never felt this good before. With his free hand, he hiked her leg up over his hip, causing his fingers to slide deeper inside her as he nipped against her collarbone. She muffled a scream against his shoulder because she didn't know what else to do.
He moved his lips up to her mouth and ever so softly brushed against her lips. That was the closest he'd come to kissing her, and she wanted more.
He spoke against her mouth. "I'm going to fuck you now, and I want to hear you scream."
Before she knew what was happening he had both of her legs wrapped around his waist and he was pushing inside her. Luke paused for a moment. Katherine knew how tight she was, and she worried he wouldn't fit.
She took in a sharp breath as he continued to push. It had been a long time since she'd had sex, and her previous partner was nowhere near as big as he was. She wrapped her legs as tightly as she could around his hips and hoped he didn't tear into her.
He stopped moving and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yes," she managed to breathe out. She shuddered thinking how sore she was going to be in the morning, but she had a strong feeling it would be worth it.
"Do you need me to stop?"
"No, Sir. I want this," she told him with as much conviction as she could find under the circumstances.
"Just relax for me," he whispered as he moved slower this time. "God, you're so tight."
He slipped all the way in, pulling and stretching her as he went. The discomfort slowly faded away and was replaced with the most amazing sensation. It no longer mattered that she couldn't use her hands or see what was happening. She didn't need to. He was leading the way. She was totally submitting, and it was exactly what she needed.
Her body took over, and she couldn't feel anything but him. Nothing else mattered. As she listened to him moan in satisfaction, she felt empowered again. It was her making this powerful, confident man feel this way. She had the power. He was right.
"Katherine," he moaned. "You're perfect, just what I've been waiting for." He rocked against her a few more times before running his hand down her stomach and between her legs. He reached inside her swollen, heated lips and rubbed her clit, heightening her experience.
"Oh … that feels … I think … " She couldn't get the words out fast enough, so she closed her eyes and let all of the sensations she was feeling take over. Her body shook and shuddered violently as she came hard against him.
He followed a few seconds later with what seemed to be an equally intense occurrence for him. His warm release shot inside her as he gripped and clawed her hips. She'd have bruises there in the morning, but she didn't care. She wanted him to mark what was his. She wanted to belong to him.