A wide smile spread across his face.
“I like seeing you like this.” He walked to the side of the bed and rested his fingertips on her hip. His fingers glided over her naked skin, an inch or two toward her crotch, then curved upward over her belly. Tingles danced across her ribs as he continued higher, then his knuckles brushed the underside of her breast.
“Do you want me to touch your breast?” he asked, his gaze locked on her puckered nipple.
Her inside fluttered.
“Yes, sir,” she answered hoarsely, wanting it so bad she could faint from the need.
He chuckled, but his fingers glided away, then circled her navel in a slow spiral. When he moved away, she sighed in disappointment. He pulled open the drawer on the bedside table and brought out a sleep mask. He smiled as he placed it over her eyes, then slid the elastic around her head, holding it snugly in place.
She lay there, enveloped in blackness, listening to her own erratic breathing. She wasn’t sure where he was. Was he still standing beside her? Or had he moved away?
Several moments went by and she debated whether to say his name. To be sure he was still there.
Then she felt it. A light touch on her inner thigh. Her breath held as his fingertips glided upward, stopping just short of her now damp folds. Then they moved away.
Seconds ticked by.
Then she felt his touch on her ribs under her breast. This time his hand glided upward and…
“Oh…”
His hand cupped her breast and she moaned. Her nipple pressed into the warmth of his palm as he squeezed in a pulsing rhythm, then his hand moved to her other breast. She arched into his welcome touch, loving the heat of him against her.
Something warm and moist touched her other breast, then dragged over her sensitive nipple.
“So sweet,” he said. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I laid eyes on you.”
Then his mouth covered her and she whimpered as he suckled lightly.
“Oh, yes.” She felt the wetness pool between her legs.
He caressed her other breast, then he squeezed the nipple between his fingertips. She arched against his mouth, wanting more. He sucked, then his tongue laved her hard nub.
When he released it, she felt the cool air on her damp nipple, then he warmed her other one in his hot mouth.
This was so delightfully erotic. And easier since she couldn’t see him, so she didn’t get nervous being with this man who was essentially a stranger, and way out of her league.
His mouth moved away and she whimpered at the loss. Then she felt something wisp across her shoulder like the brush of a butterfly wing.
A feather.
It teased over her nipples, swirled around each several times, then glided down her belly. It disappeared, then touched down on her inner thigh. Trailing down to her knees, sending goose bumps along her skin, then back up. Higher. And higher.
It brushed against her folds and she arched.
More. She wanted so much more.
He laughed, a silken sound in the darkness.
“Please touch me, sir,” she cried.
“Touch you?”
The feather disappeared and she whimpered.
“Yes, sir. Please.”
His fingers brushed against her ankle and she felt the tight hold on her ankle release. He turned her lower body on its side, and his fingers glided over her ass. Then she felt his hand smack against her bottom. She gasped. His hand connected with her flesh again. Then a third time.
Seconds later she was tethered once again.
She realized he’d just punished her for her request, making the point that he was in charge.
Tingles danced through her at how amazingly erotic this whole situation was. He had her bound and blindfolded, totally at his mercy. He could do anything to her.
She wanted to be his willing slave.
“Sorry I displeased you, sir. May I make it up to you?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I could… pleasure you.” The thought of wrapping her hands around his cock, which she was sure would be big and thick, sent her insides pulsing with need. Or would he just press it to her lips while she was still restrained and fuck her mouth?
He chuckled. “I will definitely take you up on that… later.”
She waited in the darkness for more words. Or actions. But silence wrapped around her like a cocoon. She could feel his gaze on her and it was all she could do to stop from squirming.
Then she felt his lips on her inner thigh. His tongue dragging along her sensitive skin.
When he drew near her intimate flesh, she forced herself not to arch against him.
Then she felt it. His tongue lapped over her slick flesh. She moaned.
He pressed his tongue into her and pulsed in a rapid rhythm, driving her wild. Then he covered her with his mouth, teasing her with his flicking tongue. His fingers spread her folds and he found her little button. Tremors of delight quivered through her as his tongue fluttered over her clit.
“Yes,” she murmured. “Oh, thank you, sir.”
Although she’d never done this before—played the submissive—being subservient to him seemed to come naturally to her. She wanted to please him. To be his plaything.
His fingers slid inside her and she moaned.
His tongue circled her clit as his fingers pulsed inside her. Two of them. Then he added a third. Stroking her insides.
As he finger fucked her, she arched, wanting him deeper.
“Oh, please.” Pleasure rose inside her. “Oh, yes.” Joy swelled through her… rising… and…
His fingers slowed, and the promise of impending ecstasy wavered, then faded as his mouth moved away from her. She groaned in protest.
“Why did you stop?” Her mournful words were filled with need.
He chuckled. “Because I rather like you begging.”
“Oh, please, sir… Master…I beg of you. Touch me again.”
“Hmm. Master. I like that.”
“Please, Master. Touch me again with your mouth.”
“Where?” he prodded.
She hesitated. “Uh… my pussy, sir. Please lick my pussy.”
He licked her and she moaned as the pleasure flared again.
Then he stopped.
“Please, Master. Suck on my clit. Thrust your fingers into me and make me come.”
A second passed and she added. “I beg of you.”
His joyful laugh sent shimmers of delight through her. His fingers glided over her slick pussy and she held herself still, not arching against him like she wanted to do.
He explored her slick flesh, his fingertips running along the outside of the folds, then moving to the slick petals inside. One swirled around the opening, then slowly… oh so painfully slowly, pushed inside her. It glided into her channel and stroked the walls. Then another glided inside. He kept stroking her inner flesh, sending tremors through her. Then the third slipped inside and he began to pulse in short strokes. She couldn’t help herself. Her intimate muscles squeezed around him.
“Oh, thank you sir. That feels so good.”
“And you feel good around me.” The depth of desire in his voice pleased her, driving her own need higher.
She started at the feel of his warm tongue pressing against her clit. When he began to suckle, she cried out, her whole body now humming with the pleasure he was giving her.
“That’s so… oh, God… so good, sir.”
She whimpered as his mouth moved away again.
“What happened to Master?” His breath was a light wisp along her inner thigh, close to her damp, needy flesh.
“Oh, Master. Please make me come.” She arched and his mouth covered her, muffling his chuckle.
He licked her hot flesh, then began to suckle her clit. Intense sensations spiraled through her, driving her need higher and higher. She pushed against her restraints, wanting to clutch his shoulder. To pull his head closer, and to feel his hair gliding through her fingers as he brought her to orgasm.
She gasped as pleasure burst through her, like a flash of electrical sparks, lighting the darkness with a thousand glittering lights. She shuddered, then moaned, the sound filling the room, as the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced blasted through her.
She rode the wave of ecstasy higher and higher, his expert mouth and fingers driving her on and on.
Finally, her breathing erratic and labored, she floated back to earth, the orgasm fading to a glowing memory.
* * *
Reluctantly, Race drew his fingers from her moist hot body, missing the velvety feel of her immediately, then he brushed his lips over her inner thigh—a breath from her slick folds—in a light kiss.
“Thank you, Master,” she murmured on a soft breath, her voice still hoarse from her orgasm.
His already rock-hard, aching cock lurched at the words. Fuck, she had so naturally fallen into the role of submissive. Calling him sir. Then, God help him… Fuck, he’d nearly come on the spot when she’d called him Master.
He sat on the bed beside her and drew away the blindfold. She gazed up at him, her sky blue eyes wide and dewy.
Then her cheeks flushed and her gaze dropped away.
He stroked her cheek. “Don’t,” he said softly.”
“Don’t what?”
“The anonymity of the blindfold allowed you to shed your inhibitions, but now that it’s gone, you’re withdrawing from me.”
Her eyes turned to him again. “I’m not usually like that. The things I said…”
“Were delightful. And erotic. I loved it.” He pushed her hair behind her ear, then leaned down and kissed her.
Her lips trembled under his. He kissed her more firmly. Her tongue timidly came out to meet his. Then he followed it back between her lips to explore her soft mouth.