When he finished, two seconds shy of not soon enough, he came to remove my blindfold. When my eyes readjusted to the light, he already had his reflective silver mask back in place over what I imagined to be a very handsome face.
I wish so badly that he’d let me see him…
* **
My first blindfold experience had started hours ago, taking my sense of sight away butfeelingevery inch of Dallas’ muscular, tattooed body on top of me. I loved every second of it. By not knowing where he would touch me next I felt that much more intensity in every sensation his touch sent through me. I could still feel the pulse in my core where his girth stretched me more than I thought my body could handle, leaving a deliciously satisfying sting as a reminder of where he had been and now of his absence.
Dallas had something come up with the club so he was on the phone with Jacob and Miss Rice for at least an hour. I wandered around the beach house, looking through things I probably shouldn’t have snooped in when I discovered a bag that I missed when I was unpacking. I was excited when I found my writing journal one that had my name on it. It was neatly situated at the bottom of the bag along with my favorite pen.
I recalled when I chatted with her briefly and mentioned my devotion to writing everyday in my black leather journal I keep at my bedside with my name on the front. I told her probably as an overshare that sometimes I feel that journal understands me best and I often forget how important writing in it is for my overall happiness.
My dad got it custom-made for me as a going-away gift when I left for California. My heart ached as I thought of him and my mother.
I’ll have to thank Miss Kennedy for doing this. She’s really so thoughtful.
I grabbed a fluffy couch blanket from a basket that was displayed in the corner of the study and sat down in a recliner that was strategically placed facing the beach through a massive bay window. The sight was relaxing and lovely for a little journaling.
I was enthralled in my writing process, especially trying my hand at writing smut. I loved getting lost in the spicy plotline, writing the characters however I wished, and secretly hoping to make some of the scenes a reality someday.
“Writing about me?” Dallas breathed into my neck. I jumped, Startled by the deep voice that suddenly consumed the room. He chuckled playfully from behind his mask.
“Yes, kind of,” I turned my journal slightly closer to me so he couldn’t read any of the words.
“Mmm?” He questioned with intrigue in his tone. Not sure if he was really curious or just trying to humor me. I sneakily attempted a little white lie by suggesting I was only writing about our trip.
“Don’t lie to me, Delaney. You know what that bratty attitude will get you, sweetheart.” He walked over to the sofa and one by one wrapped his fingers around my neck, squeezing just enough to pique my interest.
“Go on, read it to me.” He demanded now, using a deep and assertive tone. The distinct differences in his voice and his commands made it alot easier to differentiate what mood he was in, whether he wanted Sub Delaney or just me. This tone was meant for Sub Delaney and it sent a chill of excitement down my spine as I pried my hands apart and opened my journal to the smut I never thought anyone else would see.
“When my lips part, his hand slowly slides down my belly and into my white skirt.”
I slowed down realizing I was diving head first into a super spicy scene. I sucked my bottom lip in through my teeth, heat rushing to my cheeks. He is about to know the unspoken fantasies that dance around my filthy mind.
“Keep going,” he demanded as he released my neck, running his fingers down to carefully trace my veins, slowly moving down my shoulder. I felt goosebumps rise on both of my arms beneath his touch.
“Wouldn’t you rather read it yourself, I mean I get more out of something when I read it myself and you…” I rambled hurriedly until I felt a tight squeeze from where his hand stopped.
“You better do what you are told, Delaney,” he said with a hiss. His warning well taken, I cleared my throat and began reading. AsI read each line of my handwriting aloud I felt his hand slowly creeping toward my soaking pussy. The way he teases me with just his touch makes me melt noticeably every time.
When I got to the very spicy parts, I paused to clear my throat, nervously pleading with my eyes.
“What happens next?”
I started reading again, my face covered with embarrassment and heat. I cannot believe I am reading this to him!
“How did it taste, you dirty little cum slut?”
I read each word slowly as I felt a new wave of arousal consume my body, recalling how Dallas called me his slut only a few nights ago while I had his huge cock in my mouth, delightfully ramming the back of my throat.
“Mmm you like that word, don’t you?” Dallas teased me just before he slipped his fingers underneath my panties and slid them both effortlessly inside of me.
My back arched at the sudden fullness I felt, and the sting from the soreness that lingered from this afternoon’s escapades.
“Keep reading,” he taunted as he slipped in and out, coating his fingers in my arousal.
I quickly found my place on the page and continued reading:
“He flicks his fingers across my clit deliberately, over and over,”
