“Good boy,” I said after a pregnant pause.
He exhaled a relieved breath, which sent a jolt down my spine. I counted to five, then moved in his direction. When I was finally in front of him, I knelt, dragging my index finger from the handle at the top of his head to where the leather stopped.
“Can I ta—” He licked his lips as I pressed my index finger to them
“Yes,” I said simply. “When I say so.”
The leather mask he wore transformed him. Those serious eyes didn’t bore into my soul or make me timid under their glare. The mask screamed obedience and set my soul ablaze with the dangerousness and edge.
My fingers traced the thread on the mask before resting on his nose. He relished my touch a little too much, so I snatched back. In the same motion, I saw his hand move.
“Hands stay where they are, remember?” I reminded him.
A sound similar to defeat escaped his lips. “You feel this? Me? Where are we, even though you can’t see anything? Do you trust me?”
He nodded.
“Speak to me.” My hand found his chin, tilting his face up.
Of course he licked his lips before words flowed from them. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I trust you.”
I grinned, letting his face go and stepping back. With every step backward I saw torture rise in him because I was stepping away.
His hands twitched. He was so used to being in control that it pained him. When my eyes found his face, I noticed his tightened jaw.
Playing with him was playing with myself, even though the more I withheld, the heavier the moment became.
I backed all the way up until my bare legs met the bed. I fell back against it, opening my legs wide, as if he could see me.
“Crawl to me,” I demanded, watching his naked body as he got on all fours and moved in my direction without sight.
He grunted like a rabid animal sniffing for prey.
“You’re warmer,” I crooned, covering my mouth with one hand and massaging my wetness with the other.
“You’re so fucking warm,” I moaned right before he reached the bed. With the hand that had been covering my mouth, I reached down and grabbed the handle of his mask, pulling him up, positioning his head right between my legs.
“Just a taste,” I murmured right before his lips latched onto my pussy like he was trying to swallow it whole.Shit, was he trying to swallow it whole?
He grunted in response, prompting me to reach for the handle and tug it up, fucking up his connection.
“What did I say?” I asked, my voice housing just a little too much bass. I just knew under his mask he was mugging the shit out of me. I felt it.
“Just a taste.”
“Just a taste, what?” I asked, my eyes focused where my hand gripped the mask. I just knew when I’d seen this mask earlier I’d like it. There had been something about it…This was the something about it I knew I’d like. He couldn’t look a me, but I could look at him.
“Madam.”
I smiled hard, pushing his head back into my center. And with my permission. he went back to work.
“Fuckkk,” I whined as soon as he tossed my thighs onto his shoulders, gaining more access. It was almost like I had starved this man, when I knew for a fact he’d enjoyed our brunch just as I had.
His tongue latched on and his hand gripped my thigh, holding while he feasted.
