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A confirming whimper and the arch of my back into his palm was my only answer.
His thumb delicately caressed my nipple, peaking it beneath his touch. He ran his thumb across it again, and shocks of electricity raced down my body, straight into my core. I pressed my hips against his, aching to be closer. To be entwined with him.
His hands left my breast, my hair; but his lips didn’t leave mine as he laced his arms beneath my knees and hoisted me up around his hips. I crossed my legs behind him as he carried me around the corner of the wall we’d been pressed against and through my bedroom door.
Once inside of it, he let my legs drop and grasped my head in his hands. He deepened our kiss once more, groaning into my mouth, swiping his tongue against the seam of my lips as he pulled away.
He lifted my face to meet his eyes. “Do you trust me, Macie?”
The intimacy in the question went far past sexual. And I found myself saying, “Yes.”
He swiped his thumb across my cheek and smiled softly, before his hand found its way behind my head. His touch was feather light as his fingers played with the knot in the silk scarf I had tied at the base of my neck that I’d been using to pull my hair back.
I felt the knot loosen, and the scarf slip away from my skin as my hair fell into my face. Dom tucked it behind my ears before spinning me around so that my back was to him.
Suddenly, darkness swept over my eyes, and a light pressure was applied to the back of my head as I felt his fingers work once more to tie a new knot. “I don’t want you to see or think. I only want you to feel,” he whispered against my shoulder. “Feel everything I can do to you. Feel me taking care of you.”
He grasped my shoulders as he spun me again. I roamed my hands along his chest, feeling for the hem of his shirt. Once I found it, I lifted it in a silent request for him to remove the clothing. I felt him step away, and then heard a shuffling sound before he was back on me.
His mouth on mine, teeth nipping at my bottom lip. His tongue tangled with mine as I explored his bare chest, letting my fingers rasp along the muscles of his stomach, lower. His hands found my sweater again, and this time he lifted it entirely. He slipped the sweater over my head, and in the same motion, reached behind my back and unclasped my bra.
I let it fall to the floor, and my nipples hardened underneath the sudden chilled air. Under the gaze I knew was on them, even when I couldn’t see it. He’d stopped touching me, and while blindfolded, I had no way of knowing where exactly he was or what part of me he would touch next.
I inhaled sharply when I felt his thumb rub across my nipple again. I moaned as his nose dragged down the length of my neck, nuzzling his mouth between my ear and shoulder. “God, you smell like vanilla.” He licked along the base of it, nipping on my collar bones, peppering kisses across my chest. His fingers slid from my breast until I felt them grasping my neck. His lips found the hollow of my throat and he kissed me there as he whispered, “You’re delicious.”
I let my head fall back, baring myself to him. He bit me, and a jolt of sensation raced between my legs. I clenched my thighs, searching for any friction that would subdue the ache I felt there.
His knee found itself between my legs as he took a step forward, steadying me with a hand on my hip. He backed me up until my legs hit my bed. A soft press against my chest had me falling back onto it. He pushed my hips, and I scooted back until my head laid against the pillows propped against my headboard.
I couldn’t see anything, but I felt his weight leave the bed. I could hear him unbuckling his belt. I waited for the sound of a zipper, for the shuffling noise that hinted at the removal of his jeans. For the bed to dip beneath his weight. Instead, I heard footsteps moving across the room.
I nearly jumped when his voice came from beside my bed, hovering right above me. “Lift your arms above your head.”
Chills shot through me at the demand. At the realization of what would happen next. I did as he said, pressing my wrists together. Something wrapped around them. It was rough and leathery. He pulled tightly and my arms became flush with the metal post of my bed frame. My wrists were wrapped two more times before I heard the clinking of metal.
His belt.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Good,” I whimpered.
He pressed his lips against mine again, feather light. “Good.” I felt him step away, and heard his footsteps move about the room once again. “I’ll be right back.”
“What?” I gasped.
But he was already gone. I laid blindfolded, tied to my bedpost, half naked, and alone. The vulnerability, the control I was lending over to him was both frightening and enticing. Before the panic could set in, I heard his footsteps return, more purposeful than before.
The bed dipped, and faster than I could comprehend, his fingers were inside the hem of my leggings, tugging them down my legs– my underwear with them. He slipped them off my feet, and I felt him move on top of me again.
His mouth began moving back the way it came, slower and more deliberately than before. He nipped and bit his way down my neck, until he reached my breasts. So lightly, he flicked his tongue across my nipple. I cried out at the sensation, and he chuckled against my skin. “Do you like that?” he asked.
I nodded, and found myself struggling against the restraints that tied me up, desperate to touch him. I felt his head dip, taking my entire nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I moaned even louder. “You’re so vocal,” he rasped. His teeth grazed across my breasts before he took my other nipple into his mouth, biting down.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
He bit harder, and then let go and flicked his tongue, the sensation soothing the pain. He continued kissing down my stomach, until he reached the juncture of my thighs. His hands followed the path of his mouth, gripping around each one of my legs and pulling them open.
He wasn’t slow or savory this time. Not like the first moment he tasted me. This time, his tongue dragged clear up my center in a swift movement that had me bucking beneath him, a cry of surprise flying from my throat. He settled over my clit and began making lazy, taunting circles with his tongue. He took his time with me, as if he was reminding me he was in control. He’d play with me until he decided it was time to stop. He’d build me up—edge me—until he decided otherwise.
