Red Handed(78)
“Can you identify the vintage yet?” she asked on a moan, wondering how he’d turned this game around on her.
“It’s a Bordeaux. Chateau L’Eglise Clinet?” His thumb worked her clit, pressing and rubbing just enough to heighten her arousal but not enough to shove her over the edge.
She choked down a plea for more. “You’re right. You have an excellent palate.”
“I agree. And right now, my palate wants you.” He tore his fingers from her pussy and sucked them into his mouth, groaning. “There’s nothing in this kitchen that could possibly taste any better.”
“If you don’t behave, I may have to punish you,” she said, trying to sound serious.
Apparently she wasn’t convincing, because Cole laughed as if she’d told him a joke. “Baby, you’d never make it as a Domme.”
“So you’d never let me top you one night? Allow me to tie you up?” As soon as the words left her mouth, she wanted to take them back.
They both knew there would never be another night.
“If it was something that excited you, sure, I’d let you tie me up,” he said calmly. “I might even let you think you’re topping me, but in truth, I’d still be dominating you. Right now, you’ve got me blindfolded. Do you feel as though you’re the one in control?”
“No.” She laid a hand on his cheek. “I can’t explain it, but when I’m with you, I don’t want to be in control. I know I’m safe to let go and trust you to take care of me. I answer to no one else but you. But right now, this is about showing you there’s more to sex than sight. Please let me continue, Master.”
“Of course. Besides, I’m curious what else you have for me to taste.”
“Nothing but the best for you.” She cupped a crostini with caviar in her hand and held it under his nose. “What do you smell?”
He inhaled. “The ocean. It’s caviar.”
“Very good.” She rubbed it up against his lips. “Now take a bite and describe the taste to me.”
He sampled the appetizer and chewed. “A bit salty like the sea.”
She poured the fizzy liquid from the other bottle into a glass and brought it to his mouth. “Now take a sip of this.”
His hand wrapped around the glass and sampled the bubbly liquid. “Champagne. The good stuff. I’d recognize Dom Perignon anywhere.”
She unwrapped a square of chocolate and waved it under his nose. “Can you smell this?” She slipped it onto her tongue and sealed her mouth with his, letting the creamy chocolate melt from the heat of their kiss.
He hooked his arm around her waist and tugged her into his side. “I know what you’re trying to impart to me. That when I go blind, I’ll still find pleasure through my other senses. And you’re right.” He slid his hand up the inside of her trembling thigh and delved his fingers between her swollen folds, thrusting them inside her. “There’s nothing I enjoy more than the slick, hot feel of your tight pussy. Or the wet sucking sound of it as I move my fingers or my cock inside it.” She whimpered when he brought his drenched fingers to his nose and inhaled. “The sweet scent of your arousal.” On a moan, his tongue laved a path down one finger and up the other. “The spicy, addictive taste of you. Nothing more I enjoy . . . ” He ripped off his blindfold, his brown eyes somber. “Except the sight of you.”
Chapter Thirty-One
“ARE YOU READY for my surprise?” Cole asked as he took her hand. At her nod, Cole led her out of the kitchen and up the staircase to the fantasy rooms.
Danielle choked down her disappointment. What had she expected? That Cole would instantly change his mind and fall to his knees with a marriage proposal? He’d made his choice not to marry years ago. It would take more than a few minutes for him to process that he could still experience sexual fulfillment without his sight.
When they got to the top of the stairs, Cole opened a door and guided her into a hallway with a window on the left side that gave them a view of a trio of women making love on a bed. Chairs for viewing were set up along the wall on their right. At the end of the hall, they came to another door, and going through it, she looked into this window, observing a man dressed up as a vampire fucking the ass of a man dressed as a werewolf. Continuing into the next hallway, they stopped in front of a room that had the shades drawn.
Cole pushed open the door, and she stepped inside. The room was like something out of a historical romance. Candles flickered, and the smell of incense filled in the air. Square pillows made from foreign fabrics in royal purple and gold covered the floor. Netting hung down from the ceiling like a ceremonial veil. The room looked endless, and that’s when she realized the walls were lined with mirrors.