“You’ve been trying to shield your body from me since I got you fully naked.”
She licked her lips. “I’m feeling very exposed.”
Tinker stared at her, his expression enigmatic. “Will you trust me?”
“I— With what?”
“With you. With your body.” He ran one hand softly down her body from shoulder to hip and back up again, never breaking eye contact.
She was there, wasn’t she? “Yes,” she whispered.
One hand read
Abby followed Tinker’s movements as he reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a black cotton eye mask.
“You blindfold a lot of women?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Was this something he did a lot?
Tinker grinned. “It’s for me. I work nights sometimes and it’s hard to sleep during the day.”
“Oh.” That made sense. Probably more sense than thinking Tinker had a drawer full of blindfolds and straps.
“But I have been blindfolded,” he said.
“Really?”
“Yup. Tied up too.” He lifted an eyebrow.
So much for her earlier thought. His admission sent a zing of something through her. He glanced down and ran a thumb around her stiff nipple.
“You like the idea of that, don’t you?” he asked.
“I’m—” She licked her lips. “I’m not sure.”
“Your body’s sure.” He trailed his fingers down her body and through her slick folds. “I think you’re wetter from the idea of being tied up than you were when I was sucking on your clit.”
He rubbed a circle at the top of her clit, causing her to gasp. “Tinker.”
He slipped the eye mask over her eyes. “I don’t want you to think about anything except what my mouth and hands are doing to you, understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. Put your hands above your head.”
She did as he asked and heard Velcro ripping right before a thick canvas strap wrapped around her wrist.
“Wait. Wait!” She pulled against his grasp and tried to lift the eye mask.
“Shhh. If you’re not comfortable, I’ll undo them,” he assured her.
“I’m nervous. I’ve never been tied up before.”
“You have full control, Abby. If you say stop or any variation of stop, I’ll stop. The straps are Velcro, and you can undo them at any time. Feel with your hands.”
He guided her fingers to the straps. She felt the edge of the strap and lifted it a little, hearing the distinctive ripping sound. Okay. Okay. She could get out any time she wanted. Did she want to be tied up? He was right—she was excited by this.
“If you want to switch positions, you can tie me up and blindfold me. I’ll let you do anything you want to me…within reason.”
She smiled at his addendum. “I’m okay.”
