Scribbling pens and trembling thighs
Windows where you can look at the skies
Tapping my chin, I tilt my head. Considering we have christened every room in this house, I know it's likely an office, but which one? Bash, myself, and Jack, all have one. I don’t have a leather chair, so, I’m going to guess and say Bash’s office. Leaving the kitchen, I take my note and head upstairs into our wing. Pushing open the door to Sebastien’s office, I look around but don’t immediately recognize anything out of place. Rereading my note, I glide over to the floor to ceiling windows, and on the window sill is a note, on top of a black box tied with a ebony ribbon.
Reading the note before satisfying my curiosity about the box, I start;
You’ve found my mind, now follow my lust
But first, a little trust.
Cover your eyes, let your world go dark
And find your way to where we spark
Where pillows know our hearts best
And our hands are never at rest
No need to knock,
Follow the silence and turn the lock.
Squealing with excitement, I pull the ribbon on the box and slide the lid off. Inside, on a bed of velvet, is a blindfold. A thrill of anticipation runs through me. I know where this one leads. To our bedroom. Padding down the hallway, blindfold in hand, I pause outside the door and affix it over my face. Turning the knob, I walk into the room, my vision completely black. Quietly closing the door, I lock it behind me, and perk my ears to listen for any sound. As Bash said, it is silent. Walking my memorized path to our bed, I climb onto it. Unsure as to what to do now, I sit cross-legged and wait, my hands folded in my lap.
After a few seconds that feel like forever behind my dark blindfold, I feel Bash softly press his lips to mine, whispering, “Lay back,Tesoro.”
Falling back against the pillows, I feel his hands on my hips, looping into my waistband, drawing my shorts and panties down my legs. I can feel the cool night air caressing my bare skin, and hear the faint rustle of his body as he makes adjustments. I smell the faintest wisp of whiskey and smoke that is Bash. Parting my lips, I exhale an audible breath. Capturing my ankle, he lays a kiss to the inside of my knee before securing a padded cuff around my leg, causing me to inhale sharply.
“Shhh, it’s ok, baby, it’s me. You’re safe here.” I relax, focusing on his words. “If you want me to stop, say ‘stop’ and I will.”
Putting my leg back down, he repeats his treatment on the other leg. Once they are both buckled, I realize that the cuffs aren’t tying me down, they are holding me apart.
“What-what is this?” I ask, moving my legs experimentally to see what I can do.
“It’s a spreader bar, just a little-” I hear a click and my legs are pushed further apart.
I gasp in shock, longing filling me. I can feel my body responding, heat building in my belly. As if reading my mind, Bash runs a single finger through my wetness, whispering reverently, “That’s my girl. So ready for me.” I whimper in response, which elicits a chuckle that sends shockwaves through me.
Feeling his weight on top of me, I realize I can feel all of his skin also. I let out a giggle, thinking about him standing in our bedroom completely naked, waiting for me to solve his riddle.
“What’s so funny,Tesoro?” he asks, biting my breast.
Shaking my head, my mirth instantly turns to need. “Noth–nothing. It’s nothing”
“You’ll tell me later,” he says matter-of-factly, latching his lips to mine before sitting up.
Pushing on my thighs until my widely spread legs are in the air, he flicks his tongue against my clit before sucking hard on me. My back bows off the bed, a moan escaping my lips. Resting my thighs on his shoulders, he wraps one arm around my abdomen, holding my hips in place, and his other hand snaking under my body while he is rubs one finger in circles around my opening. Tracing my body with aching care, he pays attention to every inch of me, heightening my need with every expert stroke of his tongue.
His probing finger finally slipping inside my soaking pussy, I pulse around him with greedy need. Buried between my thighs, relentless and possessive, he pushes me closer and closer to the edge until I am keening with want, begging for release.
“Please, Bash, please!”
“What, baby? Tell me what you want?”
“I want to come!” I cry out, almost sobbing from the edge where he has kept me suspended at knife point for far too long.
“Your wish is my command, baby.” Withdrawing his fingers and tongue, he extricates himself from my legs. I can’t watch what he’s doing and I am so lost with wanting to orgasm that I am floating in bliss above my body, my skin tingling.
