“Zafyra, what the hell?” I raised my eyebrows, clenching my teeth to repress the static the cuffs sent through me – like standing too closeto an power line. “You know, all of this is an illusion.” I pulled my right hand through the cuffs, their energy field opening and closing around it – and I demonstratively waved my free hand in front of her. “Virtual cuffs won’t hold me, and when I move my hands…”
“Oh, I know, sweetheart. That’s the point. I want this to be your choice.” Her voice dropped, now as silky as the sheets, as she reached forward to place my hand back on the armrests. Although her hand floated right through mine, sparking light jolts of electricity, I quickly placed my hand back down anyway. “You can stop this at any time, okay? Simply take off the glasses, and you’ll be back in your room – without me, if you so desire. No explanation needed.” She winked at me, and her expression briefly softened into something more serious. “This is only fun for me as long as you choose it.”
I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to listen to my body through the overwhelming, buzzing electricity.
To my surprise, her words calmed me down. My panic eased slightly, leaving space for desire.
I took a deep, slow breath, letting her words sink in. “Alright, so… what happens if I stay?”
She stood up straighter, flashing me the faintest hint of a smile. “I figured you don’t like being perceived.” Her voice dropped an octave – a command, strung together with a fragile thread. “Fortunately, I do. So, perceive me. Watch me like I’m all that matters to you.”
My eyes flew back open. “Okay,” I whispered, leaning toward her.
Zafyra stood up, eyes gleaming with triumph. “Watch,” she said, her voice dropping to a dark command with an undisguised warning beneath it. “But don’t touch.”
I could only nod, anticipation swirling in my belly.
The music seemed to change as she sauntered away from me, her heels clicking on the ground with every step – the soft ambient fading into something sharper, more intense. I tightened my grip on the chair – its soft material betrayed I was sitting in my own comfortable chair rather than the plush, leather one the illusion tried to feed me.
When the beat dropped, she spun around to face me. Her eyes were closed as she stretched her arms out above her head, a soft gasp escaping her full lips. For a moment, I forgot to breathe.
She started moving her hips, slowly and sensually, and every sway thickened the glue that bound my eyes to her. Her dress was the same royal blue as the sapphire necklace – the fabric loose, yet thin enough to tease the soft outlines of her body as she moved.
My throat suddenly felt dry. For the first time, she looked lost in her own world. She wasn’t dancing for me but for herself, I just happened to be here – and God, did I feel blessed to. I would endure every headache, every static in my ear just to watch her dance like this for hours.
Her eyes fluttered open, her irises darker than the black eyeliner surrounding them in the candlelight. She blinked slowly, rhythmically, hypnotizing me with her gaze.
My eyes, usually scanning the room to mentally map my escape, were now tied to her like their sole purpose was to admire her. Without the pressure to be touched, there was no overstimulation – just raw, unfiltered desire. It spread through my veins like tingling electricity and pooled between my legs.
Agonizingly slow, Zafyra turned away from me. Her long fingers reached behind her to loosen the bun, and I firmly bit my lip as her dark hair cascaded down her bare back in waves. My breath caught when she undid the ribbon around her neck, the only thing keeping it up, letting the halter dress fall down until it rested on her full hips.
She slowly turned back around to face me. With one smooth sway of her hips, the dress pooled below her toned legs, her naked body gleaming in the candlelight.
I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my lips.
Zafyra had the body of a goddess fallen from the sky to grace us insignificant mortals with her divine presence. She was all soft curves, long legs, smooth golden skin. I could only stare, the sight igniting flames that licked my skin all over my body. She’d stripped all pretense off me and filled me with a need I only recognized from books and fantasies – all without laying a single finger on me.
A smirk illuminated her face when she caught me staring. She moved slowly, gracefully toward me, her hands lightly tracing the skin of her full hips and sides before cupping her breasts. I licked my dry lips.
The way she moved especially magnetized me. Seeing her so confident, so calm about being exposed, being perceived – it calmed something in me I didn’t know needed calming, while simultaneously setting every nerve ending on fire. While I always wanted to shelter my body and soul from prying eyes, she thrived on being seen – and it made her all the more enchanting.
“You’re so beautiful.” The words came out hoarsely, my gaze darting over her body like I needed to drink in every inch. Somethingabout her open expression of desire made me feel like it was okay for me to admire her without worrying about being too much, too intense, too desperate. “And not just your body – it’s the way you move. Your energy. Your confidence – it’s—it’s so sexy.”
She laughed softly. “I know, darling,” she whispered, arms flying down to grab the armrests, less than an inch away from mine.
My breath caught in my throat. My head lifted, lips parting instinctively.
She spread her legs, automatically drawing my gaze to the glistening wetness on the inside of her thighs, and placed them on either side of me. I sat up straighter to glance up at her, tightening my grip on the chair as if those virtual cuffs could actually hold me.
With a sigh, she lowered herself down until she was hovering inches above my leg. The muscles in her damp thighs tensed up, and I bit my lip so hard, I tasted copper. The buzzing intensified as she leaned in to whisper in my ear, and I inhaled deeply, intuitively trying to make out her smell, as if subconsciously expecting that now that she was so close and sweat gleamed on her skin, there must besomekind of scent?
Still nothing.
“Do you know what I would do to you, Morgan, if I could touch you?” she whispered, her voice cutting like a velvet knife. I shook my head, pressing my lips tightly together to not make a sound.
“I’d grind on your thigh just like this…” Her voice dropped to a husky growl as she started moving her hips, only agonizing inches above my skin. My hips jerked forward helplessly, matching her rhythm in a desperate attempt to feel her. “I’d use your body to get myself off…” A soft buzz in my earlobe – as if she bit down on my ear on impulse, like she wanted me as badly as I wanted her, hunger stronger than reason.
“Or maybe I’d sit on your face for hours, make you worship me with that fast, clever tongue until I’m satisfied.” Her voice sounded more breathless now, choked by a glitched moan, as she moved her hips faster. I flexed the muscles in my legs, strengthened by hours in the gym, desperate to give her more pressure to grind on, pressure she couldn’t truly feel. “All while denying you your own release.”
