He slipped his fingers from her ass and sat back on his heels. As soon as she had the energy to move, she sat up and adjusted his blindfold to make sure his eyes were still covered.
Maybe she should just remove it completely. However,she knew from experience it heightened the anticipation and pleasure. She’d leave it on. For now, anyway.
Getting to her feet, she grabbed his arm and encouraged him to stand. “Climb on the bed, Handsome, and stretch out on your back.”
“Yes, Mistress.” After getting into place, he waited, his erection long and hard with a tempting string of precum dangling from the end.
“I’m going to grab a towel and washcloth.” Not bothering to wait for his response, she walked out of his bedroom and into the only bathroom in the cabin. She found a spare towel and washcloth under the sink, ran the latter under the faucet and, on her way back to the bed, also snagged a waiting condom.
Once she joined him on the bed, she tucked the towel under his very fine ass to protect the bedding, then placed the damp washcloth in his hand so he could clean the lube off his fingers.
As he did so, she got into position by straddling his thighs. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Yes, Mistress. So ready for you to fuck me.”
After ripping open the condom wrapper, his cock flexed within her fingers as she rolled it down his length.
“Hold it for me,” she ordered.
He blindly tossed the washcloth aside and held his cock in place. Once she adjusted her position, until the crown was tucked between her folds, she slowly sank down. When he was fully seated, she waited for a second to adjust to his girth, then began to move slowly.
Wait.She was missing something important…
Anal beads. Check.
Blindfold. Check.
Condom. Check.
Lube? Definitely not needed.
The nipple clamps! She couldn’t forget about them. Where were they?
She spotted them just out of reach.Damn it!
Hope grimaced. She’d have to let it go this time. If there was a next time, she could take advantage of them. Really, she wasn’t opposed to them being used on her, either.
“Is there a problem, Mistress?”
“I wanted to use the nipple clamps on you, but…next time.” She’d evaluate after this first time to see if there would be a repeat.
He shifted beneath her.
“Have you had them used on you before, Handsome?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She couldn’t explain why this sexy hunk of man-meat calling her that honorific sent a thrill through her every time.
She began to move again, sliding up and down his latex-covered cock at a leisurely pace, so she could appreciate everything about the man splayed on his back beneath her. The only problem was, she was currently doing all the work while he laid back and enjoyed the ride. She’d never have any idea about his skill level if he wasn’t more involved in the action.
She slowed her pace even more. It could be that he wasn’t participating because he was waiting for instruction from her and didn’t want to step out of line. If so, it was up to her to switch things up.
“I want to see your beautiful eyes.” She ripped off the blindfold and tossed it, figuring it would end up wherever the washcloth did.
His gaze locked with hers and, for a second, she fell into the depths of his expressive, brown eyes.
A bizarre, instant connection fueled the fireinside her to burn even hotter and her pussy clenched around him tightly. Her rhythm hitched until she recovered from her unexpected reaction.
