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“You want that?”
“God yes... fuck me!”
Torturous thrusts, teasing and controlled. She jangled her cuffs, biting her lip as I tormented her. I watched every single breath on her lips, every jerk of her head. Savoured every little gasp and rasp she made. Pounded her swollen cunt as she cried out for more.
When I finally came inside her it was without fanfare. My breath in her face, forehead pressed to hers. I filled her pussy quietly, slipping from her with a soft moan.
She was half-asleep, smiling gently as I unbuckled her cuffs. I rubbed her wrists before letting go, and she rolled onto her side with her knees to her chest, sinking into the pillows with a sigh.
“You want to go home now, Gem?”
She shook her head, wriggling her way under the covers.
I got the light, plunging us into darkness.
And then I settled down beside her.
***
Gemma
Slivers of dawn bled around the curtains. My mouth was parched. Dry as a bone. I made out the shape of a glass on the cabinet, blinking a few times to focus. Water went down a dream. I put the empty glass back and shuffled back under the covers. That’s when it struck me.
I could see.
The room was a mass of shadows and dark shapes, but I could see them.
Jason’s arm tightened around my waist.
Shit. I patted around the pillow for my blindfold. It wasn’t far away.
I’d almost slipped it back on before temptation bit. It was dark... too dark to see clearly... a glimpse wouldn’t even count... not really.
Gently I rolled over, eyes screwed shut until I was certain he was still asleep. His breath was even on my face, deep.
I opened my eyes.
The tangle of hair on the pillow was dark against the fabric. So, he wasn’t a blonde after all. I could just make out the heavy arch of his brows, the ghosting of stubble across his jaw. I slowly reached out and touched the face I knew so well, gentle flutters of my fingertips. He didn’t stir.
My heart was pounding, guilty at breaking the rules, but I couldn’t stop. I carefully pulled down the covers to see more of him, almost letting out a gasp as I saw the dark promise of tattoos on pale skin. I couldn’t make them out, but traced them anyway with the lightest of touches.
His eyes flickered open. “Gemma?”
“Hey,” I whispered.
He shifted, blinking. “Where’s your blindfold?”
“It fell off.”
He reached behind my head, searching for it, but I grabbed his wrist. “Not yet.”
“This isn’t in the rules.”
“I can hardly see you, Jason. Just enough.”
“It’ll be light soon.”
“Please, just for a minute.”
