Page 165 of The Grand Duel
I feel her hands at my belt, and then she’s working the button of my trousers undone. My cock strains against the zip, and as she lowers it, her thumb trails down the length of me to the tip. “Charles?” she questions, and I have to squeeze my eyes tight behind the blindfold.
“Anything,” I grit out in answer. “Anything.”
Her hands fall away from me, and I hear her step back.
“Lissie?”
The urge to reach up and pull off the blindfold is at the forefront of my mind, the need to see her beyond anything sane.
“If you calm down, breathe, and listen, Charlie, you might be able to hear.”
I swallow and try to relax, the sound of the bed shifting registering. But then there’s silence, only the faint sound of thesong which I hadn’t heard before now playing quietly over the speaker. I dip my head, waiting for her, wondering if she’d leave me here like this as payback.
But then her drawn-out, heavy moan has my head snapping up, the whir and buzz of a vibrator sending my fingers to my scalp, linking on the crown of my head. “Lissie,” I groan.
“Yes?” she says, breathless. “Mm,yes.”
I’m going to take the blindfold off. I have to. Need to.
But she didn’t.
She didn’t know me, and she kept the blindfold on the entire time.
“I’m so wet,” she moans. “Charles.”
I drop my head, my chest rising and falling.
“I need more. It’s been weeks, and it’s all I’ve thought about—how full you made me. I can’t wait for you. It feels too good…” She trails off, and I imagine her laid back on the bed, submitting to whatever it is she’s using to pleasure herself.
I reach down and palm my cock through my briefs, relieving the ache as it grows impossibly harder. “I need you, Lis. Wait for me.” I lose my shirt from around my shoulders and force my hands to my sides, desperate to rip off the blindfold.
“Say please,” she rasps.
“Please,” I beg.
I hear the toy quiet and then her breathy moans and whimpers are all I get, the worst possible torture you could inflict on me.
“Charles,” she says, “Charles…yes…”
I wait, knowing she’s close, her voice ragged and broken.
When she gasps, I tip my chin, knowing she’s gone, her body lost.
“Lis, please,” I groan. “What do you want? Do you want me to beg and crawl on my hands and knees for you? Because I will.”
It takes a few minutes, my own body wired with energy as I kneel, agitated, until I hear her move on the bed.
“Charles, come here,” she says softly. “Crawl to me.”
Fuck.
I contemplate it for a second, and not because I don’t want to crawl to her. I gave her the idea. But because I do. Because somewhere between today and the first time we were here, she became something a little more to me than another girl in the club.
I place my hands on the ground and crawl in the direction I’d heard her, praying she’ll give me an inch when I reach her feet.
“That’s close enough.”
I come to a halt, lifting up on my knees again, my lips parting as I wait for her next move. It comes in the form of her finger, slick, slipping into my open mouth and hooking onto my bottom teeth. She gently guides me towards her, sliding her finger deeper into my mouth once I’m between her legs. I smooth my hands up her thighs, sucking her finger clean as my cock grows achingly harder. When she pulls her finger from my mouth, I dip my head, nuzzling her hand before kissing her palm.