AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“That’s a loaded question, Princesa.” He glides a thick finger between my breasts. “The journey might be rocky, but the destination will be everything you could ever want. We’ll leave it at that,” he murmurs.
I’m trying to remain composed, but I’m seconds away from launching myself at him and begging him to take me on the trip—wherever it leads us. But he steps back before I can act, his heated gaze roaming over my flesh. It’s vulgar and lewd, and I revel in the warmth that drenches my skin.
“Would you like my panties?”
Antonio doesn’t respond. Not right away. It doesn’t matter that I’d like nothing more than to hand over my underwear—a flush still creeps over me.
“Are you embarrassed,Princesa? Are you ashamed to be standing practically naked in front of me while I fantasize about defiling your gorgeous body?”
I shake my head. “You’re my husband.”
“And what else,Princesa?”
I don’t know. I shrug.
“Your body belongs to me.”
I nod, once.
“Say it.”
“My body belongs to you.” I don’t hesitate or equivocate. I repeat it like a familiar prayer. I shouldn’t like this so much.But I do.
“I’ll take those pretty red panties from you in good time, but not yet.”
I nod, only slightly disappointed.
“I didn’t come prepared for atasting. I’ll need to improvise,” he adds, reaching for my camisole. “I’m going to use this sexy little thing to blindfold you,” he murmurs.
“Blindfold?”
He nods. “What kind of tasting would it be if you could see the color of the Port? That’s a game for amateurs. You’re much too clever for that.”
“Are we playing a game?” I ask while he secures the lingerie over my eyes. A blindfold hadn’t been part of my plan, but even as I plunge into the darkness, I have no intention of stopping him.
“I rarely play games,Princesa. You should know that by now. But when I do play, it’s deadly serious, and I always win.” He slides his mouth over my jaw. “When we play together—we should both win.”
My heart is hammering.Hammering, like it’s going to jump out of my chest.It must be the blindfold.There’s something thrilling about it.
Antonio slides his hand between my legs, over the gusset. I hear him sniff, long and exaggerated, before placing his fingers at my nose. “It’s the scent of arousal. Uniquely yours. More alluring than the call of the Siren. I’d follow it to hell.”
I can barely breathe.
“I need you to stand here, quietly,Princesa, while I prepare the tasting. Can you do that?”
I don’t respond at first because I’m feeling a little woozy. Standing while blindfolded is more difficult than it seems.
“Daniela?”
“I’m not sure. I’m a little light-headed.”
“It’s much too soon for that. Let me help you to your knees. You’ll be safer closer to the floor.”
“I could sit in a chair.”
“Too comfortable. You don’t want that,” he whispers above my ear. “You didn’t bring me here to be comfortable.”
38
