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The coolness of the silk floats over my eyes, and I lift my head so he can tie it behind me.
My arms don’t move. They are secure.
Ronan’s lips brush over mine. “No talking,” he whispers. “Unless it’s to say your safe word. Can you tell me what that is?”
“Tesla,” I say softly.
“Good. That’s the only word I want to hear come out of your mouth. You may moan, shriek, any nonverbal communication. But no speaking unless you need to say your safe word. But already I know you won’t need to use it.”
I sink into the cool sheets, my sight taken from me, my wrists bound and my arms secured above my head.
Will he secure my feet? I don’t know, and I can’t ask. I’m submitting to him. Allowing him to take my sense of sight, allowing him to bind me by his sheer will alone.
A sliver of apprehension glides through me, but it is quickly replaced by pure arousal. Already I can feel my pussy getting wet, getting ready for him.
“I don’t normally share my submissives, Mary, but I’ve known this ghost for a long time.”
I simply nod, playing along.
“He will only do what I allow him to do to you. And I know you will be pleased.”
Something cold touches the tip of one nipple.
I recognize the feeling. It’s an ice cube.
“Such beautiful tits you have, Blossom.”
My submissive name. Blossom.
Funny. I like it better when he calls me Mary.
My nipples are hard, so hard.
“Have you ever had both of your nipples sucked at the same time?”
I shake my head, careful not to use words.
“You will tonight.”
The ice cube trails to my other breast, swirls around my other nipple. I gasp at the coldness. I want lips on them. Teeth biting on them, tugging at them. I want them twisted hard. If only Ronan had some nipple clamps here at the Cornstalk Hotel. But that will no doubt have to wait until we get back to New York.
Yes… When we get back to New York…
I’m looking forward to it. Getting back to the club. Going into a private suite with Ronan. Doing a scene together.
My God…
My nipples are protruding, so ready. I want so badly to beg him to suck them, but I don’t dare speak.
I obey my Dominant.
I obey him gladly. Because I know when he finally puts his mouth on my nipples, finally gives me what I desire, it will be all that much better.
“Jean-Pierre,” he says softly, “suck Mary’s nipple.”
Jean-Pierre? The name of the ghost? I stop myself from smiling.
Then I gasp as my left nipple is sucked between two firm lips.
