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He steps back and rakes a heated gaze from head to toe. I’m self-conscious at first, something else I’m not used to. We’ve been dancing around sex since he first pulled me onto the dance floor, and now that we’re about to act on our desires, it’s like I’ve suddenly forgotten how any of this works.
“You’re so beautiful, lass.”
The words wash over me, and I relax a bit. If he thinks I’m beautiful, then I can tap into his view of me and find my confidence again.
He reaches for me then and pulls me into his arms. His hands settle on my lower back, pulling me flush against him so I can feel the hard planes of his chest and the heat of his body. One of his hands strays lower, dipping below the waistband of my panties to cup my ass.
Then he breaks away and looks at me again with fire in his gaze.
“Take it all off for me, Flower.”
I stand a little taller as I reach for the clasp of my thin lace bra and let it fall down my arms, revealing breasts I have to say I’m rather proud of. They’re not too big and they’re all natural and I don’t think I’ll have to invest in plastic surgery to keep them looking good if I decide I want to stay in this career later in life. Though I’m hoping to retire before I’m forty.
He steps closer, and bends to pull one of my nipples into his mouth and a sharp gasp catches in my throat, and I have to grab his shoulder to steady myself. Thank goodness I’m not still in my heels.
He palms my pussy through the fabric of my matching panties and groans around my nipple.
“You’ve got a hot little cunt, don’t you Zara?”
Hearing my name on his lips sets me on fire and I whimper as he drags a finger through my slickness, soaking my panties as he does.
He hooks his thumbs into the elastic waist and slides them down my thighs, grinning as they pool at my ankles, and I step out of them.
“God. I’ve never seen a woman I wanted to fuck harder than you.”
I step closer, growing more confident by the second, and reach for the buckle of his belt.
He stops me, grabbing both hands and pinning my wrists together.
“Go. Lay on the bed. I’ll be right back.”
At first, I want to argue and insist he let me undress him, but his dominant stare promises good things for me if I obey. And since I agreed to let him be in control here, I move to the bed and lay on my side, as I watch him walk out of the room.
He comes back a few moments later, carrying a black silk scarf. My heart quickens as he approaches the bed, looking down at me with an intensity that makes my stomach flutter.
He reaches out and strokes his fingers over my cheek, then tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I want you to trust me, Zara. Can you do that?”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak past the sudden lump in my throat.
He takes my hand and pulls me into a sitting position, kissing my wrist before he lets it go.
He settles on the bed behind me, and he ties the scarf around my head, making sure it’s not too tight but snug enough that I won’t be able to see anything.
“Tonight, I just want to explore your body and I want you to shut everything out of your mind other than what feels good. If you enjoy something, let me know. Conversely, if something doesn’t bring you pleasure, you also need to let me know. Sometimes I might want you to experience something unpleasant. But not tonight. Tonight is about your pleasure.”
When I nod my understanding, the mattress shifts, and he stands, nudging my shoulder gently. “Lie back for me, Flower. Let me look at you.”
“Perfect,” he murmurs when I’m lying on my back.
The mattress shifts again, and his body heat warms me as he hovers over me with one knee planted between my partially spread thighs.
A shudder runs through me as his beard scratches at my neck before he plants a tender kiss there. His kisses trail up the column of my neck until he kisses just behind my ear. A few little kisses already have me writhing beneath him, and I can’t imagine him touching me anywhere else without causing me to burst into flames.
And not being able to see him is making it ten times hotter. I wasn’t sure I would like that or not. As a safety measure, I’ve never let a client blindfold me before.
His lips brush mine, and they part with a little whimper. He invades my mouth with his tongue, and I lift my arms to wrap them around his neck.
