“Wait a minute.”Thewarm feelings I’d been having for Jensen evaporated at the idea of leaving the safety of my studio.Blindfolded.It was one thing to stand in my familiar space and not be able to see.Casting aside for a moment all the kinds of crazy I’d look walking around the city with Jensen’s tie wrapped around my head, how was I supposed to go anywhere when I couldn’t see?
Fuck, the man outmaneuvered me.He’d found a way to really get me to submit.If I didn’t want to bounce off walls or risk walking into traffic, I was going to have to let him lead me.I had to trust him and depend on him to keep me safe.I thought we’d play tie me up/tie me down, trade a couple of orgasms and part ways.It felt screwed-up even in my head, but what he expected was so much bigger than what I’d been planning to give him.
Unless I cheated and looked.Which I wouldn’t, because he was right.If I was going to do this, I was going to be honest about it.
“Are you ready or do you want to use your safe word?”There was nothing playful about his tone.He wasn’t trying to tease me or goad me into this.If I left with him, it would be because I decided to do it.
“No.I mean, yes, I’m ready.”
“Good.”He leaned closer, and I breathed in the spicy scent of his aftershave.He draped something—his suit coat—over my shoulders.The coat smelled like him and the warmth radiating off it from his body wrapped around me like a caress.
“Why?”I asked, curious why now, when I couldn’t see, was the moment he chose to take off a piece of his clothing.It wasn’t like it was cold outside.
“Because,” he said, closing the last few inches between us until I could feel his breath against my ear.“I don’t want anyone but me to know how fucking amazing your tits look with nothing but a wisp of silk over them.Your nipples are already hard and I can see them clearly through the thin fabric.I’m going to be the only one to see them today.”
He added thetoday.What else could he say?We weren’t even close to anything resembling a couple, and he knew what I did for a living.He couldn’t seriously be looking for any kind of exclusivity.But there was something so possessive in his tone and the way his hand held my hip.Despite the warnings my mind was giving me, my body tightened in anticipation.
“You could let me put my bra on.”I breathed out the words, turning my head so my cheek brushed against his.That simple touch was enough to make me want more.
“No way.Every time you take a step, I want you to feel the silk drag over your nipples.And Alexandra, I want you to imagine it’s my hands on you.My mouth.”He slid his hand from my waist up over my rib cage to cup my breast.His hand was hot against my skin and the slide of silk between his flesh and mine enhanced every touch.
I held my breath, wanting so desperately for him to touch my hard nipples.Worried I’d do something stupid—like throw myself at him—I froze in place and waited.With what felt like the pad of his thumb, Erik stroked the pebbled tip, his touch so achingly soft, I could have cried from wanting him.My lips parted on a sigh and then he was kissing me, one hand cupping my breast while the other gripped my ponytail, anchoring me in place while his lips drank from mine.
His touch was firm, demanding, and much too brief.I was still leaning into him, trying to follow him blindly with my lips, when he pulled away.Resting his hands on my shoulders, he gently turned me away from him.
“Okay, there’s nothing between you and the door.Let’s go.”
I expected him to hold my hand at least, but he didn’t touch me.He stood behind me and waited for me to move.Either we were going to stand there like that until one of us gave up or I was going to have to start walking.
It’s not as easy as you think.Seriously, try it.Close your eyes in a familiar room and start walking.Now do it on four-inch heels with your nipples trying to carve their way out of your blouse.Point made, no pun intended.
I took a tentative step, keeping my hands out in front of me so I wouldn’t run into anything.Erik said there wasn’t anything in front of me.It was my room.I knew there wasn’t anything between me and the wall, but I still shuffle-stepped like Herman Munster across the floor.How was I supposed to keep this up outside?At least we were in the city.People either wouldn’t notice or they’d assume it was some kind of performance art.Acceptance of outward craziness was one more thing I loved about my adopted city.
“Keep going,” said Erik, startling me and making me almost lose my footing.“Just another couple of steps and you’re there.”
Easy for him to say.I took a few more tentative steps and sensed the wall before I felt it.I stretched my fingertips out in front of me, inching closer until they grazed the wall.Stepping forward one more time, I rested my palms against the smooth, cool surface of the drywall.Before I had time to worry about what to do next, Erik was behind me, his hands gripping my upper arms and pressing his lips to the tender skin behind my ear.I arched my neck, instinctively moving toward the pleasure, and I felt him chuckle against my skin.
“Beautiful,” he said.
I couldn’t tell if he meant me or the job I’d done walking blindfolded.I didn’t care.I wasn’t sure why and I wasn’t sure I liked myself for it, but I wanted to please him.It had suddenly become important to me to do this right.Whateverthiswas.
Sliding his hand to the small of my back, he kept up a steady reassuring pressure while I heard the sound of the door opening.
“Careful,” he said, gently nudging me forward.“There’s a threshold.”
I shuffled through the door, stumbling a little when the hard wood of the studio turned into the carpet in the hallway.Erik never left my side, steadying me and steering me toward the elevator.The ding and sound of the doors opening signaled the car’s arrival and suddenly everything got very real.It was one thing to stumble around my studio.It was an entirely different thing taking this show on the road.As the elevator came to a stop, my stomach did a little flip, and my nerves ratchetted up to crazy level.
“Tell me where we’re going.”I hated the slightly desperate edge to my voice, but with the way my heart was pounding in my ears, I’d been lucky to get the words out at all.
“That’s not how this works,” he said, sounding much too smug.
He’d stopped touching me when we stepped onto the elevator and I’d be damned if I asked him for his help after that comment.The elevator dinged, and gathering a confidence I didn’t feel, I took mincing sliding steps in the direction of the door, picking up my feet and stepping over when I felt the threshold with my toes.
