Dominic returns with one of my stockings that I’d hung to dry.
The Shades release me, and he pulls me to sitting, then crouches behind me. “You sure you want to do this?” he asks, draping the stocking over my eyes but not yet tying it behind my head.
“Yes, but…one question first.” A blush heats my cheeks as I debate the best way to word my query. “Is…is Sloth going to…you know? I mean, I know he’syou,but I can’t think of him as anything other than a dog.”
Dominic brings his lips to my neck, a deep chuckle rumbling in histhroat. He grazes my flesh with his teeth. “No, love, Sloth will not be joining us. He isn’t interested in these kinds of activities.”
I relax at that, and he drags his tongue up my neck now too. Not being able to see him through the stocking that covers my eyes adds a layer of curiosity. Danger. Pleasure.
“What about the others?” he whispers as he finally ties the stocking behind my head. “They don’t normally join in things like this, but…I can’t fucking help it when I’m around you. I want to be around you. They are me, so they want to be around you too. Sometimes I can’t tell whether it’s me or their nature as Shades that wants you more. It drives me fucking mad.”
A thrill moves through me, pooling between my legs. Then a light and teasing touch finds my knee, caressing up my thigh like Dominic did before I stopped him with my request to be blindfolded. Yet this touch is softer than his hand was. It’s one of his Shades.
“Do you want me to stop?” His voice is hard and gravelly in my ear. “I can make them stop, but…fuck. I just want to touch you everywhere. With every hand I have.”
This should be strange. Itisstrange. And yet…
“Don’t stop,” I say with a gasp.
Dominic tilts my head back, kissing me deep. Then I feel him lay me back down and move over me like he was before. This time, however, thoseothertouches join too, pinning my wrists and cupping my breasts. With my eyes covered, I’m hyperaware of every touch, of the distinct difference between Dominic’s firm flesh and his shadows. He gently parts my knees and settles between my thighs. His hand trails down my belly again, then sinks down, down, until his fingers find my folds. He swirls them through my slick arousal, giving me the first sense of the friction I’ve been longing for ever since I was teased with it in my dream.
I roll my hips against his touch, awaiting the firm press of his hips over mine, for the length of his cock to nudge my entrance, but that isn’t what happens. Instead, he shifts lower, lower, dragging kisses down the front of me, over my abdomen, then across my inner thigh. I can’t understand this torturous preamble until he kisses toward my center and his lips reach my outer folds.
Panic rushes through me as I realize what he’s about to do. No one has ever kissed me…down there. I was more than happy to put my mouth on him, had he let me, but him doing the same to me feels different. Self-consciousness has me squeezing my thighs, tightening them around his shoulders.
“Do you not like this?” he asks, pausing before he can lower his mouth.
“I…I don’t know,” I breathe, two instincts at war within me. One side wants to urge him away. The other yearns to lift my hips, spread myself wider, and push that mouth right over my center. “It’s just…I’m not one of the perfumed courtesans you’re probably used to.”
Another chuckle rumbles through him. “Did you not bathe just for me?”
“That was hardly a bath.”
“Do you think I fucking care?” The darkness in his tone has my legs weakening, my core heating, and when he gently presses a palm on the inside of my thigh, I fully yield. “Last chance, love. Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
The first brush of his tongue has me crying out. The second has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He drags his tongue up the center of me, then presses it over my clit. The euphoria that courses through me as he swirls his tongue over it is better than anything I’ve ever felt, and it grows tenfold as his shadows glide over my nipples, circling them in tandem with Dominic’s tongue. I feel like my entire being will be torn apart by the force of my pleasure, and my whimpers turn to moans.
Dominic’s hand joins his mouth, stroking my center until one finger dips ever so slightly into my slick core. I buck my hips, begging him to enter me deeper. He obeys my wordless command, thrusting his finger all the way in, then out. In then out. His tongue continues to work my clit, and a phantom mouth closes over my breast, suckling with the softest, most delectable pressure.
Fuck, this is too much.
And somehow not enough.
I want him inside me, filling me to the brim. I want him slamming into me with his full force.
As if he can read my yearnings, he satisfies my want by adding a second finger.
Gods, it’s so good.
I struggle against the shadow hands pressing my wrists, and they let up, allowing my fingers to fall to Dominic’s head. I weave my hands through his hair, pressing his face more firmly against me as my back arches off the ground. I’m losing control, unraveling in a way I never have before. His tongue works faster, dancing with the rocking of my hips. His fingers pump harder, curving to reach deep inside me.
One phantom hand cups my breast, while another joins Dominic between my thighs.
“Are you going to come for me, love?” Dominic asks, and two other voices join with his, but it’s all the same. Allhim.All united in the coaxing of my pleasure.
My orgasm rises from deep within, surging with every thrust of Dominic’s fingers, every flick of his tongue, every tightening grip of his shadows.
