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“Shh, dove now is not the time for your confession. In this room, we release our secrets without words. Here we hold only to the honesty of our bodies. Our wants. Our satisfaction. In this room and during this night that is all that matters. In the morning you can tell all. But for tonight, you have your reprieve.”
His lips curled near her nape, and the warmth of his words sent lava flowing down her spine. “Now. Bend. Your. Head. Forward.”
Her head tipped down as he slid the ties around the back of her curls and lowered them over the strings of the mask. “Hawks are hooded, until they learn to trust their master. Sightless, they learn to depend on him and him alone to guide them to what they need.”
“You think it will help?” She followed him down the rabbit hole into the madness of the night.
His words brushed her ears again. “It will, if you trust me to guide you.”
She waited as he leaned her back against his chest but there was nothing. “Is this the anticipation part?”
“Shh, no talking. Just feel.”
“But…” A sharp slap to the sides of her thighs cut her off. She huffed her response. Damn him. This was not the way to get her turned on.
He whispered in her ear again. “What kind of music do you like? Every sense must be attended to.”
“I like soft jazz. A slow song with a sultry woman’s voice. Do you know who Phyllis Hyman is?”
“No.” But he called out to his computerized assistant and requested that it play Phyllis Hyman and similar artists. “Volume at fifty percent, please.” The music lowered in response to his voice command.
She hummed the sad, soulful line of her favorite song and settled her head in the crook of his neck.
He nuzzled his chin against the top of her hair. “As soft as I imagined. Softer even.” She hummed in response, her body buzzing with a dreamy natural high. This was the best part of loving. “Do you like the music?”
Sanyet slid his hands along the sides of her arms. His calloused fingers glided like soft sandpaper, abrading her skin and reshaping it from her shoulders to the tops of her thighs where her hands rested. Playing with her fingers and then journeying back up again. Up and down. How did she look, sitting naked between his legs, with her eyes covered by the mask, while he rubbed her arms? Decadent. If this was sex, she’d take it. Soft, rough caresses and a feeling of belonging. No. Not belonging, that way lay madness. This was a sexy one or two-night stand until her uncles could get her out of this mess. They’d figure out a way. They always did. She was terrified to involve them but terrified not to. But he’d left her no choice. She had to leave. She couldn’t stay here forever. No, she’d take this night. Learn his pleasure lessons and vanish.
He was sexy as hell, and fine as fuck. When he walked in the room, her body strummed like a violin played by a master. But it wasn’t enough. Couldn’t be enough. Not when his soul had more glitches than cheap internet. She felt sorry for the little boy he’d been. When he’d spoken, his eyes had dilated until they were pitch black voids. Empty spaces where he still lived in that bloody kitchen. She’d almost wept as she looked into his sightless eyes until she saw her own bloody past. She shook her head against his chest. Nope. She didn’t feel sorry enough to stay married to him for the rest of her life. She’d either make her escape and hide. Goosebumps pickled her flesh that even his kitten-soft rub couldn’t warm up. Or she’d have to convince him she was no threat. But short of committing a murder herself. How could she?
“Settle.” He wrapped his arms under her breasts. “You’re to relax. Focus on the feeling. The anticipation of the moment. Nothing else. Clear your mind.”
“Kind of hard, after the week I’ve had.”
“True, but you will do this.”
“Because you command it?”
His face moved against her hair. Was he smiling? “But of course,” he responded.
She settled back as if she were sitting in a hot, soapy bubble bath with an equally hot guy resting behind her. His dick cozied up between his stomach and the curve of her back. Making no demands other than the one insinuated with his hardness.
“After I hood the bird, I teach the bird to become accustomed to eating and enjoying itself in my presence. It’s not natural for the hawk to eat while someone watches. But it’s an important step. It must associate me with the meal.”
“I don’t get…” Her words broke off as he moved her hands and guided them to her breasts. Placing both hands over her swells and curves. Molding her hands into cups to hold their weight.
She gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh. No talking. Feeling only.” He brought their hands up to wield the weight of each globe. Taking her full breasts and rolling them in circles closer and closer to her mouth… Tempting her with her own fruit. Pulling a keening moan from her parted lips.
“Do you know what men look for? They look for this.” He pressed her breasts against her ribs mashing them with the rotating motion. “They want to feel curves. It’s not enough to see them. When a woman is under you and you collapse down, you crave the feel of her soft breast pushing against you holding your weight. Or seeing them sway and bounce while she rides your dick from base to tip.”
“But some men prefer…” She gaped as he took her fingers and pinched her nipples.
“True. We all have unique tastes and desires. For example, how do you like your nipples pulled? Hard or soft.” Whispering the harsh command against her ear, before she could speak. “Show me.”
Her thighs clenched in response to the deep pull she took. Warmth flooded her face, and she retreated behind the mask. Shielding herself before responding. Stretching her nipples, she pulled her breasts up. “L… Like this.”
“Rough. I knew it.” His hands rode along with hers as she repeated the motion. “I can’t wait to show you what rough really is.” His words sent another jolt through her pussy.
