“What’s in that room?”
“I guess you’ll find out during the tour.”
“Then I look forward to it.”
He winked at her. “You’re not the only one.”
“Put on the blindfold like a good boy.” She kept the tone of her demand more of a soft authority rather than a harsh order.
They went from playful to serious in mere seconds. He pulled the blindfold over his head and adjusted it over his eyes.
She waved a hand in front of his face. “What can you see?”
“Darkness, Mistress.”
Unlike her. She could seeeverythingon him. “Good. Do you like praise?”
“I don’t hate it.”
“Does ‘good boy’ turn you on or off?”
“It’s not my favorite, Mistress.”
“What do you prefer?”
“I prefer whatever my mistress does.”
Well, then.“Then good boy it is.” For now. Unless she could come up with something more appropriate. Since she wasn’t a hardcore Domme, her BDSM knowledge wasn’t extensive. She simply knew what she liked. And as far as she was aware, there weren’t any hard and fast rules except for safety and consent.
Sometimes she liked to be the bossy one and at other times, she liked to be bossed around. Only during sex, of course.
“Stay there,” she ordered Cam next.
“Since I can’t see, I’m not moving until my mistress moves me.”
Good point.
She circled him again, raking her nails lightly across his bare, tan skin. Not deep enough to leave marks, but enough to spur goosebumps.
“Beautiful,” she whispered as she completely took him in again. Every curve, every hard line, the heaviness of his sack, the perfectly round globes of his ass, the definitionof his abs and thighs, the dark hair nestling the base of his cock and lightly decorating his long legs.
He had no tattoos other than the expertly done sleeves that filled both arms. This man had not skimped on finding a good tattoo artist. But then, he waited for decades to get them.
She eyed his erection and knew exactly how she wanted to start this evening of fun debauchery.
He sucked in an audible breath when she whispered, “I’m going to put that in my mouth.”
How could she not? It was too beautiful to ignore.
His knees wobbled slightly when she drew her hands down his body, over every ridge and valley, at the same time lowering herself to her knees at his feet. Of course, that wasn’t the normal position for someone taking the dominant role, but she didn’t care. Again, she didn’t hold herself to any hard and fast rules.
She captured the glistening pearl clinging to the tip of his cock on her tongue before raking her nails down his length and back up. Her nipples turned to even harder peaks at the low moan escaping him.
She scraped her nails over him again, this time following along with her tongue.
Cupping his sack, she lightly squeezed as she took his length into her mouth and her taste buds exploded from the salty precum. She’d always loved giving head, and sucking him deep made the slickness between her legs grow, causing her to squeeze her thighs together.
Doing so might have been a mistake, because now she was on the verge of coming hands-free. How was she supposed to be the one in control when she couldn’t even control her own reactions?
