“Tell me more.”
He drew a ragged breath. “Then I licked your calf all the way to your knee, up and down, and you asked me to move farther up your legs.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” escaped from my mouth. “What else, William? Please, more,” I moaned, nearly thrashing on top of his prone form.
“Yes, geisha,” he said with a labored breath. “In my dream, you opened your robe just enough to allow my eyes to see a thin strip of flesh down the middle of the kimono. You . . . you allowed me a peek at your gorgeous body. You opened the robe a fraction more, showing me an inch of skin that went . . . all the way down.”
I was very, very close. He was completely consuming me from inside, and I could barely take any more pressure. “Did you like what you saw?” I cooed, running my hands over my body, undoing my robe and touching myself since he couldn’t.
“It was nothing compared to seeing your body in the flesh,” he explained, slowly, “but yes.”
I knew he was keeping something from me. “Servant, what did you do to me in your fantasy?” I managed to say.
He groaned, and I sped up. “Something I’m not worthy of, Cherry Blossom,” he said, nearly whimpering.
“What did you want to do to me?” I begged, on the verge of orgasm.
He trembled beneath me, seemingly ready to come, but holding back like I had asked. “I tasted you,” he growled.
Those words sent me over the edge, imagining William with his face between my legs. I ground myself onto him as fiercely as I could, coming violently and biting down hard on my lip to keep from screaming. My body shook from the William-induced earthquake. “Too—fucking—good,” I whined.
My hands scooted the kimono back on my body as I came down from the high. After a moment, I regained my composure, dismounted quickly, and began the task of removing William’s ropes.
He smiled placidly as I untied his wrists. He made a motion to wrap up the discarded rope, but I signaled that I would do it. He laced his hands behind his head and hummed softly, satisfied without satisfaction. He was still very erect, but from his face, I could tell he was still sated just from the experience alone.
“You deserve something for your obedience today, enduring your punishment,” I said to him, red-faced and breathing raggedly. I caressed his jaw and put the coils of ropes to the side.
“Thank you,” he said, without even knowing what he was getting.
I took his long, cold pointer finger and slid it inside me.
“You may have your taste when you get home.”
His gaze challenged me, and I knew there was a part of him that wanted to slide his finger into his mouth right there, and have me watch, but I knew the submissive inside him won. It always did.
Punctual perfectionist to a fault, William stood up immediately after he was freed. I, however, was still panting minutes later, even after I had put away some of the props. “Mistress, I have fresh sushi and sake punch set up in the dining room for you. I’d like to put your furniture back while you eat, if that’s all right. If you’d like something more comfortable to slip into, may I suggest Harvey’s gift of the day?” he asked with a smile.
He opened a small tissue-wrapped garment and held it up for me.
It was a silk bathrobe in the same pattern as the kimono.
I smiled and thanked him, and stepped out into the dining room to have dinner while he cleaned up.
The sushi was impeccable—a nice variety of standard favorites like Negimaki and spicy tuna, along with some creative options with nontraditional fillings and fruit. I inspected the rolls carefully; they were tight and the cuts were clean, as though he had been doing this for years. Is there anything William can’t do? I wondered to myself as I took a bite. Again, perfection. This man understood pleasure on so many levels. He was even thoughtful when making sushi. The pairing of avocado with mango and cucumber matched silky consistencies with contrasting tastes. Sweet and salty, smooth and crunchy. He really thought of everything.