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I can feel my clammy hands, but I won’t let that stop me. I want this, and I want him. My body is charged up like the sun, and I have never trusted him more than I do at this moment.
I look around the rather sterile apartment, pondering with pouted lips.
“I need something to tie my wrists.”
Hunter’s eyebrows shoot up. I’ve got his attention now.
“I’m going to tie you up?”
I quiver. I feel like I’m having an out of body experience, yet I’ve never felt more inside my body, all at once. The living room blinds are mostly closed, with a bit of gentle light slanting through. I know that he wouldn’t have brought me up here if he thought Cash might walk in. So we are alone, alone to explore and discover.
I skirt past him, moving my hand along his waistline. I catch a glimpse of a bulge, then imagine his powerful cock doing wonderful things to me.
“Do you trust me?”
I start walking down the hall backwards, and Hunter is already starting to strip. He takes off his plaid-button down first, then the T-shirt beneath that. His body is better than I could have imagined, rippling with sharp and lean muscles. He keeps his jeans on when he motions for me to turn right, and he closes the door behind him.
I lay on the bed, shimmying out of my shorts. He watches me closely, not in a cartoon drooling way, but in an adult, mesmerized way. I keep my underwear on while he moves to a dresser, pulling out what looks like long ties.
“For this to work, you have to tell me your limits. Which includes when to stop.”
I sit up on my elbows as he approaches me. I can feel my heart in my throat when he traces his lips along my wrist, holding the ties in the other hand. He waits for my answer, immovable until I give consent.
“Restrain my hands. Cover my eyes. Make me feel good with your hands.”
Hunter’s pupils dilate, then he instructs me to lie on my back. I do so, then raise my hands over my head. He ties them together but not very tight. I enjoy the sensation of not being able to move freely.
I have never felt more alive.
“What about my mouth?”
I watch him return to the dresser as my thighs clasp together at the mere thought. He takes out an eye mask then slowly approaches, again gently and cautiously.
“Use it,” I say, breathless and feeling somewhat drunk. “Your mouth, your fingers…”
He waits for my approval, and I nod. He pulls the eye mask over me, and I am plunged into black.
Everything else comes to life with a titillating burn.
“And the safe word?”
I smile as I wriggle around slightly, hearing him crawl onto the bed over top of me.
“Hamlet.”
For the first time in my life, a man brings me to orgasm. Once, twice, thrice. I lose the entire concept of time as I move between physics, with Hunter switching between rubbing my clit with his fingers, then using his hot, wet mouth. The darkness of the mask and the pressure of the ties around my wrists enhance the euphoria.
To be honest, I never want it to stop. I am hungry, and I want more.
16
HUNTER
Ilook down at her on the bed, hands tied above her head and eyes blindfolded and try to understand why she suddenly urged the idea on me. Maybe someone told her that I’m into his stuff, and she wants to show me she’s interested in it, too? Maybe she worries that I see her as naive and inexperienced and wants to prove herself.
No,I decide finally.It’s simpler than that. She wants to show me that she trusts me.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask.
