His smile was meant only for her. “So, your needs haven’t changed?”
In truth, they had. What had once been a wild dare to go to a kink club had morphed into a desire so strong she couldn’t think of anything but him.
“I want as much of you as you’ll permit me to have,” she said matter-of-factly.
Sin never put her on her knees, never asked her to call him Sir. Never collared her. For the year that they’d played together, she’d become addicted to his touch, to obey his commands, to trust him enough to relinquish control so he could fulfill her most intense sexual fantasies.
“Tell me about your headspace.”
She stilled. This time it was different. They were working together, partnering up. Their relationship bled beyond these four walls. “I can’t.”
“Because it makes you too vulnerable or because you don’t trust me?”
“Vulnerable.”
“Understood. This has always been our safe space and that won’t change.”
Her hands flew to her hips. “The kink was always compartmentalized. Now, we’re partners. It’s a line I’ve never crossed.”
“Evan.” He murmured her name like a prayer. “Let’s wait to see how you feel, after.”
His deep voice and hypnotic cadence left her floating. Pulled by an invisible string, she stepped closer.
“Remove your mask.”
She did.
“Take off your dress.”
With her gaze cemented on his, she pulled the dress over her head and tossed it on the nearby chair. She’d worn a black, lacey thong, but no bra.
His eyes glowed brightly as he soaked up her form, but he didn’t touch her. “Tonight, we focus on relaxing you.” He pressed his mouth to her bare shoulder and her insides quivered. “Your job is to let the pleasure overtake your tension. Can you do that?”
She could barely control her breathing, how in the hell could she control anything else? But she nodded her approval.
“Speak your answer.”
“Yes. I can try to relax.”
“Green, yellow, red,” he said. “And I’ll check in with you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Let’s focus on your breathing.”
She mimicked his deep inhale and slow exhale, but she was on fire. His delicious earthy scent surrounded her. His beauty awed her. His touch electrified her. His eyes burned wildly as he held her in his sights.
Kneeling, he kissed her abs. His whiskers tickled her and she jerked back. “Close your eyes.” His voice rumbled through her and she did as instructed. As he ran his tongue along the border of her thong, his low-pitched moan made her tremble. He did it again, the third time catching her panties in his teeth and tugging them down. His large, warm hands slid inside the silk and bared her body of the thin material.
Now, she was full-on panting.
He rose, but stayed silent. His breath warmed her forehead, but his lips never touched her. After a long minute, her heart rate slowed and her breathing regulated.
“Nice,” he murmured. “Very nice. How are you doing?”
She opened her eyes. “Green.”
He walked away, the tap of his dress shoes on the tile floor echoing in her ears. He opened a drawer, but didn’t close it. Then, he returned to her. “I’m going to blindfold you to help you focus.”
