“Sha—Shit. Yes, sir. Yes.”
I let her go, but not before giving her one more spank on her ass, just so I can see her cheek jiggle in the soft moonlight from the landing window.
She yelps, rubbing the sting with her hands tied behind her back as she scurries into the bedroom, stumbling into the bed with the blindfold still covering her eyes. Like a good submissive, she crawls backwards on the bed until she reaches the headboard.
I take my time, admiring the view of her open pyjama top, exposed tits and bare pussy, surrounded by mussed sheets. Her tousled hair is a complete contrast to her usual slick waves. With her cheeks flushed and lips a dark pink to match her cherry red nipples, she’s mouth-watering. The perfect midnight feast.
I lift my top over my head, then kick off my boots. My combats are the next thing to go. I strip until I’m fully naked, my dick fully loaded with every intent to commit my next sin.
There’s no stopping it now. Any strength I had to do the right thing disappeared the moment I saw her on her live. The girl I once knew was forgotten and all I see now is this fucking goddess that owns every minute of my day. She already had my heart, but now she’s taken root in my mind and any rational thoughts of taming the beast have been pulled out like weeds.
Crawling over her in the darkness, my arms tremble, holding my weight. I manoeuvre her like a rag doll, unlocking her hands from behind her back. I discard her pyjama top, tossing it to thefloor, then secure her hands above her head. The metal clinks against the pewter headboard, and I make sure the cloth is secure to save her wrists against the cuffs.
I reach over and turn on the bedside lamp, needing to see Lilly’s flush face when she comes. My dick grazes her soft stomach, the contact torturous, but soon enough I’ll be inside her where I belong.
She moves her face to the side, away from the light. “Please, sir. The light. Turn the light off.” She whimpers as if in pain, burying her face into the pillow. The cuffs clink against the metal headboard as she wriggles in protest.
“I told you, if we’re doing this, we’re doing it properly. I want to see you when I make you come on my cock.”
She thrashes her head from side to side. “Please, I can’t do this with the light on.”
I can’t help the chuckle that rumbles out of me. “I’ve just ate your ass down there and now you’re worried about me fucking you with the light on?”
With my finger and thumb, I grip her face, forcing her head to the centre. My lips gently press to hers to reassure her I love what I see. She doesn’t need to worry about anything when she’s with me.
Her heart hammers in her chest. Almost bursting from her ribs. “Flatline,” she whispers, barely audible, with a quiver in her lip.
I lift my body, giving her space to breathe. Removing my hand from her face, I say softly, “Tell me what’s wrong. What are you afraid of?”
Her body trembles beneath me like a china doll that’s fractured on the inside. “I don’t have any makeup on.”
My gaze drifts over her rosy cheeks and nude lips. “So?”
Her lip quivers again. “So I don’t want you to see my broken capillaries.” She sniffles and gulps as if holding back tears.
I hover above her, unmoving, trying to get my head around what she just said as I scan her face again. All I see is my beautiful girl laid bare before me, vulnerable with a flushed face. Fucking breathtaking even as she squirms and tries to turn her head from me.
“There’s no hiding from me, nightingale.” I grip her face in my hand. “What the hell does that even mean? Broken what?”
She sniffles again. “My rosacea. The red blotches on my cheeks. I know it’s not attractive. If you want the light on, just let me put some makeup on for you.”
My hardened heart cracks. All this time she’s been hung up about something I never even noticed. She used to have problems with her skin in school, and I teased her for it along with her braces. But she used to laugh along with me as though it was just banter. I rub the ache in my chest, realising I’ve probably given her a complex. She doesn’t know how beautiful she is.
I lean down and kiss her cheek. “This redness here...” I move to the other and plant gentle kisses on her face. “…wasn’t even noticeable to me.” I pepper gentle kisses all over her cheeks. “If any man gets this close to you and notices your broken caterpillars or whatever you just said, you’re with the wrong man, sweetheart.”
I lower my pelvis, sliding my dick against her sweet sex. “I'll be the judge of what I find attractive.”
She sucks in a breath at the contact. Her heart beats wildly against my chest, matching my own rhythm. With a tremble in her voice, she says, “It’s capillaries. The small spider like veins?—”
“Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t give a shit about any skin condition you have. You’re beautiful to me.” Lowering my body, I kiss her neck, licking behind her ear before I whisper, “I see thewoman you are on the inside. A beautiful, caring woman. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” she cries. Her hips lift in rhythm to meet my cock as if she’s letting go of her inhibitions with the light on.
“Tell me you want this.” I slide my dick back and forth, the head of my cock rubbing against her clit. “I need to know you’re okay with this. If not, just say the word, and I’ll go. But if we’re doing this, I’m watching your gorgeous face when you come on my cock.”
“All right,” she says on an exhale, as if releasing all her worries.
With my dick gliding between her delicious folds, I push the tip inside on the next thrust. “All right what? Tell me how much you want it. Beg for my dick, nightingale.”
