“My height and my size mainly, but in other ways, too. Physically, I know I’m a lot to handle, but I also mean timewise. You said you needed to
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stay home to finish settling in, and I respect that. But if you’re feeling overwhelmed by me, like you need more space or time, I don’t want you to feel rushed.”
She wished she could see his face and look into his eyes right now, but she understood that with the blindfold on, it might have made him more comfortable being that open. He was certainly the first man she’d ever known who could drop the “playing it cool” act long enough to show that he had some vulnerability.
She reached out carefully and her hand came into contact with his throat and moved up to his cheekbones.
Caressing him, she said. “Honestly, what I needed to do tonight is already mostly done. I was trying to give you a way to have a little time away from me because I didn’t want you to get burned out on me.”
He sighed and rested his forehead gently against hers as she continued,
“As far as the rest of you is concerned? Your body is…beyond my wildest dreams. You don’t just take what you need from me, you give so much. So, yes, you overwhelm me, Eli, in all the best ways. And, no, you don’t overwhelm me in the ways you were worried about.”
She could hear and feel his heart pound as he held her close. His hands seared her through the satin of the gown and robe.
“Rachel, I adored your beautiful body from the moment I first saw you on the dance floor. I’m glad, and a little relieved, that what I have to offer is pleasing to you. I’ll be honest and tell you that you bring out the caveman in me, the territorial and possessive part of me that wants to beat his chest and tell everyone else that you’re mine. Sometimes he brings out the worst in me.”
“Like with Ace Webster?”
“Exactly.”
“I’m all yours, Eli.” For as long as you’ll have me, she thought to herself. “And I don’t feel rushed.”
“The blindfold?”
“Leave it. I enjoy feeling at your mercy, so long as you don’t…”
“So long as I don’t what?” Eli asked curiously.
“I was going to teasingly say, ‘so long as you don’t tie me up or anything,’ but then I reconsidered. I, um, wouldn’t mind that, either.”
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“Really?” he replied with avid interest. “What else is going through that decadent mind of yours, hmm?”
“Well…”
“You can tell me anything, Rachel. You’re safe with me.”
“If I was naughty, you might need to spank me, occasionally,” she replied breathlessly.
“If you were naughty? Should I plan on you being naughty?”
“I might not be able to avoid being naughty sometimes. I would need a thorough spanking on my bottom,” she said in a shaky voice, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“And how would you like me to tie you up? Faceup or facedown?”
“Oh, definitely both. Facedown you could put me on my knees and I’d be at your mercy. Faceup you could spread my legs wide and tie them down, too. You could do all sorts of things to me,” she replied in anxious anticipation. Denied visual input, her imagination was even more vivid.
“What would you want me to spank you with?” he asked in a husky
voice.
“Oh, only your hands, please, Eli. Nothing else. And I wouldn’t need to be tied down for that. You could put me right over your knee and…” A pleasant little shudder ran through her as she imagined being turned ass up over this big man’s powerful thighs.
“Turn your sweet ass pink?” he asked, and she nodded eagerly. “If I was to inquire the most effective means for delivering a spanking that had the desired effect, could you suggest the name of someone I might want to talk to about that? The last thing I want to do is hurt you, Rachel.”
As if he could ever hurt her. He proved he couldn’t by being humble enough to ask for a name. “I have it on good authority that Ethan might know a thing or two about such matters,” she replied softly. “Please don’t think I’m a freak,” she squeaked out. “Grace let on last weekend that a spanking by the right hand was a good thing, and ever since then, it’s been brewing in the back of my mind.”
He laid soothing fingertips on her collarbone and stroked her as he pressed gentle kisses over that spot. “Does it turn you on to think about it?”
His hair slipped off his shoulder, and the cool, silken strands slid over her shoulder and her chest, leaving a tingling trail in their wake.