I feel his weight dip the bed almost instantly, then his body is pressed against the side of mine. He’s still wearing his jeans, and they’re rough against my legs, but his naked chest pressed to mine is warm and soft.
“Gray, sshh,” he whispers. His hand cups my cheek. “Easy, baby. I’d never take your picture like this without your permission.”
The nervous patter in my heart is still giving a hummingbird’s wings a run for their money, but I force myself to inhale deeply to calm down.
“Do you want me to take the blindfold off?” Ash asks. “Maybe you’re not ready-”
I feel his hand move to the mask, but the denial leaps off my tongue before he can remove it. “No!”
His hand stops. “Are you sure? This is supposed to enhance your pleasure, not your anxiety. If you-”
“Promise me,” I gasp out, cutting him off. “Promise me you’re not taking pictures, and I’ll believe you.”
There are two very long seconds of silence before Ash says, “Gray, I promise, I’m not taking pictures of you like this. I would never, ever.”
Something in his tone eases me instantly. Maybe I’m a fool for believing him, but the sincerity in his voice is almost palpable. As if he’s hurt I’d even consider the possibility he was doing something devious.
I nod. “Then leave the blindfold on.” I must be mad, but fuck it.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes,” I say. “Green light.”
Another few seconds drift away before Ash shifts, and something grazes over my breast. I jump at the sudden sensation, but I realize on the next graze that Ash is running the leather flogger over my breasts.
I hear his murmur of appreciation as my nipples peak, and I exhale a slow breath as pleasure spreads through my body.
Ash shifts again, and it feels like he’s sitting up next to me on the bed.
I let out a soft cry as the tails of the flogger slap against one breast, making the nipple harden. Before I can recover enough to react further, Ash snaps the flogger against the other breast, just hard enough to make it sting a little.
I shift against the restraints as my body comes alive. I’m suddenly aware of every place something touches my skin, and I swear I can even feel the warmth of Ash’s body near mine, not touching, but close enough to sense his nearness.
There’s a sharp sting against my outer thigh as Ash slaps it with the flogger, then he drags it over my inner thigh and up to my apex. The buzz of a vibrator catches my ear, and I lift my head.
“Ash?” I ask.
“Sshh,” he hushes. “You’re supposed to be trusting me.”
I feel the vibrator on my nipple and bite my lip. Ash moves it to the second nipple, and my hands jerk against the restraints, fingers flexing.
Ash chuckles and trails the vibrator down my stomach. He pauses near my pubic bone – for effect, I’m sure – then touches it to my clit.
I let out the moan I’ve been holding back, and instinct makes me try to open my thighs wider.
“Mmm, that’s a good girl,” Ash praises. “Is your needy little pussy getting all wet for me? Let me check.”
I moan again as Ash pushes a finger inside me, and I can’t stop myself from trying to ride it.
“Fuck me,” Ash breathes. “Baby, you’re soaked again.”
Ash removes his finger, but he props the vibrator against my clit before I feel him get up from the bed. The swish of heavy fabric tells me he’s taking his jeans off. Then there’s the crinkle and tear of a condom wrapper, and I barely hear the slick sound of him rolling the condom over his cock.
The bed dips again, and Ash climbs between my legs.
“Sorry, baby,” he says. “I really wanted to draw this out longer, but I don’t seem to have any self-control around you. I need to fuck you now.”
“Yes,” I say as he pulls the vibrator away and the buzzing stops.
