Her body arched up, seeking me. I wrapped my other hand around her neck. She made it hard for me not to let her continue. As much as I wanted to play with my sweet sub, it was too risky.
“I feel amazing,” she whispered. “You’re amazing.”
She turned her head and looked like she could actually see me through the silk mask. Maybe she did.
“You were just thanking me.” I chuckled. I grabbed a piece of pineapple from a bowl on the nightstand and ran it across her lips. “Open.”
She bit into it. The juice coated her sweet lips and dribbled down her chin.
Fuck me.
She licked her lips and exhaled. “I was letting you know, subtly, that we could …continue with the scene.” She placed her hand over mine and rubbed her hip against my cock.
Little tease.
“And, how would you like to continue the scene? We’ve completed everything we agreed upon.” My gaze traveled down her body. Her shirt had ridden up showing a sliver of her golden-brown skin. Her arousal mixed with the vanilla sent in the air made my mouth water. My gaze traveled back up to those enticing lips.
She’d yet to answer.
“You wouldn’t be trying to renegotiate in the middle of a scene would you, Lucinda?” I fed her another price of pineapple and brushed my lips across the crown of her ear. “You know that’s against the rules.”
She gasped and my cock twitched.
“I’m sorry.” She pouted and tried to sit up, but I pressed her back down and rocked my hips into her, making sure tbishe knew the effect she had on me. I wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes from her body and bury my cock deep inside of her. I knew it would feel good. It would feel like home. It had nothing to do with some moral line I wouldn’t cross. No, it was more I wanted her to look straight into my eyes and know it was me fucking her and she wasn’t ready for that. . . yet.
“For tonight’s scene, I’m afraid it’s not on the table.” I snaked my tongue out and swiped across her shoulder. One taste wouldn’t hurt. “But I guess we can consider this the start of negotiation for our next scene.”
She gasped and smiled up at me. “You want to scene with me again?”
“I do, Lucinda.” I brushed my lips across hers. The chaste kiss directly contradicted the rest of the vulgar sexy thoughts and feelings I had going on inside my head. “We can discuss it further tomorrow.”
“Oh, yes, Sir. I’m up for anything.” She grinned up at me and lifted her arms, but I slipped out of the bed and out of her reach.
She shot up to sitting.
“You have a wonderful night, Lulu.” I paused at the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She ripped the blindfold off her eyes, but I’d stepped into the hall and closed the door before she could see me.
“Sweet dreams, Lucinda,” I said in my normal voice.
Maybe Lucinda would get a chance to hear it to before this week was over.
Chapter Six
Lucinda
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I pulled my blindfold off and caught a slight glimpse of his neatly cropped dark-brown hair and a hint of his bare forearm before the door closed behind him.
I leaped off the bed but had to steady myself. My legs were a little shaky still, my balance a bit wonky from the scene. The adrenaline began to wear off and the sting from the flogger rose to the surface. I stepped gingerly to the door I hadn’t noticed before, having entered from the other side of the room. I turned the knob, but the door was locked.
“Shoot.” I made my way back to bed and sat. My eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room. The vanilla from the candle mixed with the spice of Marcus’ cologne. I felt drunk.
The scene was unexpected and at the same time familiar. They way Marcus touched me felt comforting. His skill with the flogger was unmatched in my experience. He must have taken a class on it or something. Hell, maybe he taught the class. I was always curious how people got started in BDSM. How did Doms master their skills? They had to learn it from someone, right? And maybe lots and lots of practice.
A small knock at the other door pulled me out of my thoughts.
