A low rumble of laughter breaks freeasthe black silk coversmy eyes.The idea of blindfolding her, of having her at the mercy of only being able to hear me coming.Tofeelme – Fuck, I haven’tbeenthisclose to comingprematurely since I was ateen.
Breathing deep, I push my orgasm back as I reach up and remove the shirt from my head.She’s dragged the whole rack of clothes between us.Keeping her head down, she rifles through themwith a manic energy.Grabbing a pair of black trousers, she throws them at me, but her strength is pathetic, and they fall onto the floor between us.Instead of coming over to pick them up, my queen just throws another pair at me.And a third and a fourth until finally the fifth one reaches.
Sighing, she sags against the rack.
“What do you think?”I ask as I stand dressed once more.The black shirt hangs loose across my chest.A deep V cuts it down the middle, with leather straps criss-crossing across the gap.Tight cuffs wrap around my wrists, but the sleeves are as loose as the rest of the shirt.The trousers are black too but a slightly different shade.My cock strains against the fabric,but I’m enjoying watching her squirm too much to cut our foreplay short.
She mutters something under her breath before she finds the courage to glance up.She tries to keep her gaze above my waist, but that only lasts a couple of seconds.Her mouth falling open, she practically drools as she ogles me, her gaze sweeping up and down, settling on the parts of me I want her to touch.
“Do you likewhat you see?”I ask, my voice husky and low.
“Oh gods,” she breathes.“How do you look better than you did without clothes?”
“Are you insulting me?”I ask, a laugh dancing amongst my words.
“I wish,” she grumbles.“Bugger, this is not fair.”
“What isn’t?”
She gestures at me in frustration.“You.This, this – this pure sexual, primal, delicious, statue of a body you have.Oh!Ugh–fuck me.”
My eyes hooded, I run them all up and down her body.“I will soon,” I promise.“But first I want to see you in a dress.”
She sucks in a breath.Then manages to squeak, “Why?”
“Because while you were trying on wedding dresses, all I could think about was tearing them off you.”I take a step towards her.“And when you came to me that night, you weren’t wearing one.”Another step closes the distance.
Frozen in place, she swallows.
I grab a dress off one of the other racks and hand it to her.“So put this on.”
“But it’s not a wedding dress,” she tries.
“Every dress is a wedding dress until we consummate.”
A breath rushes out of her.“But I thought we were looking for clothes for the ball?”she says desperately.“And this dress is too uh… restricting.”She nods rapidly.“You can’t have a restricting dress in Raza, can you?It’s not safe.Ajax told me that, you know.So you see, I don’t think that’s a good dress to try on.In fact, I don’t think any of them are.”
My voice lowers, caressing her even as I stay out of arm’s reach.“You don’t think you can run in this?”
She gulps.“No?”
“Put it on, Arienna, and let us see.”
“What?”
“After you’re dressed, I will give you a head start.If you can make it to my study without being caught, I’ll let you sleep tonight.”
“You want me to run?”
I lean across the railing she’s still using like a shield and let my lips brush across her cheek.“I want to catch you.”A low whimper escapes her.Nibbling her ear, I whisper, “Put it on, my queen.Every second it takes you to get dressed is a second I’ll take off your head start.”When she just stands there, I add, “One.”
Jerking the dress out of my hands, she tosses itover her head.
“Two.”
She yanks it down, trying to get it to settle over her black jumpsuit.
“Three.”
