“What do you say if you don’t like something?” I ask her.
“Marina,” she says softly and I do my best not to sigh. Ben filled me in on every single detail that happened that night. I just have to accept the safeword that was chosen.
“I’ll be disappointed if you’re uncomfortable or don’t like something and you don’t tell me, do you understand?”
“I understand, Ben,” she says, and my stomach tightens. My treacherous dick doesn’t feel guilt, though, still tight and hard in my pants.
“You’ll call me sir tonight,” I tell her, not wanting her to call me by my brother’s name.
“Yes, sir,” she says, her breath hitching, and her flesh pebbling with want.
I pet down her hair again, and watch as her lids go heavy, and her chest rises and falls with her deep breaths. It’s almost like watching all the stress she’s dealing with slowly slip out of her, and I’ve barely touched her.
“I’m going to be rougher than the first time we were together. Are you okay with handcuffs, blindfolds, and me spanking you?” I ask.
Her cheeks heat as she glances up at me from her lashes.
“Yes, sir.”
“You sit here and you wait till I get back. No touching yourself.”
I pet her head one more time before going back to the hostess and getting the items I’m planning to use for tonight.
I have more than enough time to contemplate what I’m doing. I should walk back in that room and tell Kate the truth. What does it say about me that I don’t? That this urge to make her feel better overrides all of that. Which is equally a lie, because I’m also the selfish fuck that wants to do this. Saying that it’s all about Kate is the lie I tell myself, so guilt doesn’t consume me.
The truth?
After that night in my office, I wanted her again, but let the memory slip away. When Ben told me what he did, jealousy seeped in along with curiosity. There’s never been a woman who’s been so well matched for the both of us, able to fill both of our needs.
Maybe deep down I feel like I have a claim to Kate since I saw her first. Either way, I know I’m an asshole for walking back into this room. I know it’s wrong.
Instead of stopping, I just dig myself in deeper, placing the black lace blindfold over her eyes, like if she can’t see me. It makes a difference.
Her soft pink lips part as I lean down, placing her wrists behind her back. These handcuffs aren’t totally handcuffs, but the best option for beginners, a simple duel silicone cuff. If she wants out of them, she’ll be able to do so for herself.
“Let me see your tongue.”
She flattens her tongue as I unfasten my belt, slipping it through the loops before letting it clank to the floor. She doesn’t close her mouth, she just waits, even though I’m taking my damn time.
There’s still time to turn back, to untangle myself out of this lie, but like the sick fuck I am, I don’t.
Instead, I pull my cock out of my pants and briefs, tapping the head of my cock against her tongue three times.
She has no use of her hands, with them behind her back straining her arms. I imagine by now her knees are aching from being on the hard floor, but her posture is still poised as I slink my length into her mouth.
“Keep that tongue out, Kate,” I tell her, and she listens, letting me use her mouth and throat.
She doesn’t try to impress me by making noises she doesn’t mean, or taking control, licking all over my shaft.
She takes what she’s given, like a good girl.
“I want you to wrap those pretty lips around the head and suck.”
I gauge her gag reflex, moving in and out of her throat, seeing what she can take. At what point is too deep and she never pulls back.
I trail my thumb over her throat. “Is this too deep for you, baby?” I ask, pulling out, her saliva dripping off the head of my cock.
“No, sir.”
