I climbed over her, caging her body with mine, and brushed my mouth along her jaw.
“I’ll never hurt you,” I promised.“Not like that.If I push you, it’s only to make the pleasure deeper.You understand?”
She nodded.
I took her nipple between my fingers and twisted.
She gasped, a sound caught between a moan and a cry.
“Remember the rules,” I murmured.“Give me your voice.You have a voice.Use it.Alwaysuse it.”
“Yes,” she breathed.“I understand.”
“Good girl.”
I lowered my mouth to her breast, sucking, licking, teasing until she arched and trembled beneath me.
Then I pulled away.
“If anything is too much, tell me.”
“I will,” she whispered.
Her chest rose and fell quickly, her skin flushed, her breath uneven.She was already sinking into the sensation.The anticipation.The trust.And I wasn’t even touching her.God, I loved seeing her like this.Loved seeing how much she craved me.How desperate she was for my touch.
I reached for another item I’d laid out and gently placed the noise-canceling headphones over her ears.
Her breath hitched as her world went silent.
Blindfolded.Bound.Deaf.
Mine.
I’d never felt more responsible for another person.Never felt more protective.Never been more turned on in my life.
I skimmed my hand along her thigh, smiling when she didn’t flinch, completely trusting me.
“God, Ariana…,” I whispered, even though she couldn’t hear me.“You have no idea what you do to me.”
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Ariana
The moment Henry lowered the headphones over my ears, the world went silent.
No breath.
No footsteps.
No whispered words of praise.
Just the darkness behind the blindfold and the stillness pressing around me, leaving me with nothing but my racing heart and the anticipation coiling through my body like a live wire.
Every nerve was awake, every inch of skin too aware of the absence of his touch.
I’d asked for this.Ineededthis.The quiet.The surrender.The trust.
But the longer I remained bound and waiting, the more my mind buzzed with a mixture of nerves and thrill.
