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His breath sucked in. His gaze greedily followed the beads of water that rolled along her arms, the translucent fabric that showed the shape and color of her nipples, the folds of her sex, the hint of trimmed hair at her pussy.
She moved back another step. Her touch had told him he could look at her, but she hadn’t yet given him permission to speak. His throat worked, his eyes sharpening. She pointedly looked behind her, so he knew she was aware of where the pool edge was.
Retrieving her phone from where she’d left it, she took a photo. She wanted to capture that hunger in his eyes, intensified by their proximity and lack of any distractions to dilute it. Then she took shots from different angles. God, that fine ass, his profile, the way he lasered in on her in his peripheral vision.
When she at last set the phone down on a patio table, she went back into the pool. Resting her back against the side, shesipped from the bottle of water she’d retrieved from the kitchen and just looked at him. Looked and looked.
She had him do a quarter turn. Show his flank side. The jut of his painted and bound cock, high over his thighs, the gold of the rings glittering. Then another turn to display his wide back, the tiger stripes and swirls over his ass and upper thighs again. He didn’t like not being able to see her, the tension easing only when he turned her way again.
“I’m pleased with you. Proud of you.” She did it in ASL, American Sign Language. He wouldn’t understand, but she projected it in her expression, let him draw his own conclusions. There was no frustration to it right now. Everything was like flowing water that would carry them to understanding, at its own pace and time. It would catch up as needed.
She set the bottled water aside and came out again. Her skin might chill from the evening breeze off the marsh, but the look in his eyes created a furnace within her. His craving was building into a savage need. That was where she wanted him. Not thinking about his inability to hear, the damage to his garage, or the fate of his employees. And especially not his sister-in-law’s death.
She wanted him wanting her so badly he couldn’t think of anything but when she’d let him have her.
If she’d let him have her.
Her care of his state of mind was the only thing that could keep up with her unexpectedly strong need to be wanted that way. By him.
The black paint at the tip of his cock glistened. The spirals were biting into the swelling thickness of his length.
She retrieved her phone, dipped her head and typed. Came to him and lifted the screen to show him what she’d written. “I’m going to remove your armor. Will you trust me to do that?”
A slow nod, those dark blue eyes holding more desires than a lifetime could plumb. The thought made her tremble. She set the phone aside, leaving her words lingering in the air between them. The rest of their communication, the things she had to say to him, would be nonverbal.
She at last put her hand on the metallic scales covering his chest and arm. She pressed through the outer layer of texturized paint to the soft wet layer Evan had warned her was just beneath. Sliding her fingers through it, she spread the gold across the base of his throat and his collar bones, to his tattooed shoulder.
Though he was forbidden to touch her until she gave permission, she suspected he would have restrained himself anyway, not wanting to get paint on her suit. He was considerate that way, though she found herself mildly interested in what kind of pattern him pressing against her would leave on the fabric. She loved the feel of his body, the hard bone and muscle beneath the slickness of the gold.
She painted the bare side of his rib cage, remembering the model who had been used for finger painting earlier. Had it teased the patrons who’d never been in the role of a top, having the ability to draw upon a person who was holding still for their pleasure and exploration?
She could highly recommend it.
Picking up the hose, she noted the sprayer’s different pressure options and started with the lowest setting. She rinsed her hand before removing the cock ring and chain mail carefully, setting them aside. She could feel his attention, how his head dipped above hers as she handled him. His thighs quivered, muscles flexing in reaction and self-restraint.
She began to rinse him, starting at the top and working her way down. As she rubbed the paint away with her hand, she removed Evan’s creation to reveal the man beneath. Gold randown over the stripes, flecked the black on his cock like gold dust against dark, glistening stone. Black and gold. The Sam Sparro song was in her head, with its note of sensual anticipation as she played with his nipples, flicking them with her short nails. His lips parted, eyes firing further.
She moved to hips, upper thighs. She checked to ensure the coils hadn’t left his skin irritated, but she wanted him to verify it. Resting her hand on his upper thigh, she drew a pointed stroke with her thumb along his cock and lifted a questioning brow to him.
“No, Mistress. It didn’t hurt.” A tug of his lips. “Not in the wrong way.”
Front, back, cock, balls, ass, thighs, another pass over the chest. Her hands were tingling, as was the rest of her, as she drew it out for both of them. When all the paint was gone, she moved in front of him again. Her lips curved and she picked up the cock ring once more, removing the chain mail so she was holding just the gold spiral with its beaded ends.
His breath caught on a partial oath as she lubed it up by putting it in her mouth, letting her saliva get it slick. Then she slid it back on him and closed her hand over it. Caressed, stroked, until he was twitching with the fight not to come.
His breath came out in a harsh rush. “Fuck…Mistress…”
She stopped. Waited until he regained control. She wasn’t done yet, but she decided he’d earned a reward. She made an “one” gesture, and touched her slightly pursed lips.
One kiss.
Five fingers and a touch to her mouth, followed by an outward flowing gesture.
Five words.
She’d let him say five words.
He did the kiss first. Leaning down and in, he put his mouth to hers. At the contact, he shuddered, and she swayed into him, her hand going to his biceps.
