Page 111 of Drowning in Darkness

She flicks her gaze up. Understanding her hesitation, I stand and turn off the lights, leaving only the glow of the laptop. When I sit back down, her hands are poised over the keys.

I lean into her ear. “What are you afraid of?”

“Judgment.”

I understand that. “What if I can’t see or hear?”

“I’m confused.”

“I can just read your reactions from your body.”

“That...” She sucks in a breath as I nip her ear. “Okay, let’s do that.”

“Drop the blanket,” I demand. She pushes it off her shoulders. She’s still in my shirt. Fuck. “I’ll keep my eyes closed.”

“Promise?”

“Yes. I pinky promise.”

“If you open your eyes, I get to paint your nails.”

I smirk. “Deal.” If it involves her hands on me, I’m pretty sure I’m the winner.

She nods, and I comply and close my eyes as my hand slides up the shirt to rest against her smooth stomach. I lean my chin on her shoulder, letting my breath breeze over her neck, and goosebumps erupt everywhere.

“So exquisitely sensitive, sweetheart, just from the thought of what you’ll watch first.”

I hear the tap of the keys, and as desperate as I am to see what she’s looking for, it’s imperative that I keep my promise. Trust is fragile and so hard to build, yet so easy to destroy.

“Don’t forget to mute it,” I remind her.

She does, and I feel her stomach tense beneath my fingers as whatever she’s searched for plays. A few more clicks sound from the mouse pad, like she’s trying to find something that interests her. I wonder if it’s a clip she’s seen before or if she’s looking for something new.

“Take your time,” I murmur, kissing the side of her neck. She shivers, and then there’s no more tapping. She’s locked into whatever is going on. “You found something?”

“Yes.” Her voice is breathy.

“Put the laptop on the table.”

She bends and does as I ask. No escape now. No shutting it down if she chickens out about getting a little freaky.

“Tell me what she’s doing,” I coax.

“She’s on her knees,” she whispers.

I graze my teeth over her skittering pulse and remove my hand from her stomach to start undoing the buttons on the stolen shirt. I give her every opportunity to say no, to tell me to stop. She doesn’t, but her heart pounds like hoofbeats.

My fingers trail down the valley of her breasts. No bra. Just smooth, heated flesh that I can’t stop touching. “Now what’s happening?”

“He’s wrapped his belt around her throat.”

My cock fills with blood as I lightly pinch her nipple. She arches her spine and moans.

“Is that something you want?”

“Yes.”

No hesitation, no doubt. She’s a woman who has thought about this for many nights. She’s examined every facet of the fantasy to see if it’s something that’s best left on screen or if it's something she wants brought to life. Her head tilts, giving me more access to her throat.