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#13 Restraints
There’s a moment of silence, shuffling, and then a click. “Yes, hi. Could you send me up some strawberries and whipped cream, please?”
#5 Playing with food
If my body wasn’t awake before, it is now. It’s like having my sight removed has dialed up the simmering energy buzzing across the surface of my skin. I don’t hear him walk back toward me, so when something grazes my nipple, I squeak, then moan.
The urgency with which I need this man to touch me should be shameful. But the burning ache between my thighs makes me not care. I don’t. I just need him. There’s probably a swimming pool on the carpet between my thighs.
He kneels beside me, keeping one hand on my shoulder, stroking back and forth. “I’m right here, Half-Pint, okay? If you get anxious or scared, or you feel weirded out by the silence and lack of sight, drop your safeword, and I’ll make it better. How are you doing? Are you okay?”
“Yes... sir.” I drop my voice. “Is that okay? Can I call you sir?”
He sweeps his lips across my forehead, making me lean into his kiss. “Yeah, baby girl. It’s fine.”
I don’t want to call him sir. There’s a Talia inside a cage in my chest screaming something else, but I ignore her. I need to focus on proving Jagger wrong. I can totally take this. In fact, the anticipation feels like the moment right before you step out onto a stage in a room full of people. My stomach is flapping, my breath rapid, and my skin shimmering like he’s running textured fabric over it.
“Easy. Slow that breathing down, please.”
As I comply, there’s a knock at the door.
“I’ll be right back. I swear I’m not going to show anyone any piece of your naked body, okay?”
For some reason, I trust him. “Yes, sir.”
The exchange at the door takes only seconds before it clicks shut, and he slides the extra bar over to lock it with a soft thud.
He’s back by my side in seconds, his fingertips on my skin, a silent reassurance I’m not alone, he’s not leaving me, and that I’m safe.
“Can you stand up?”
It takes a little work, but I keep my balance and stand.
“Good. Lean forward onto the bed.” His hand splays on my stomach and spine like he’s guiding me face down onto the bed. “Bring your knees up so that pretty ass is in the air. Good. So responsive.”
When my ass is in the air, he clicks something around my ankles. Handcuffs I’d guess? Then my feet shoot away from each other on a gasp.
“Is that the bar thingie from Fifty Shades?”
He snorts. “A spreader bar. It is. What else have you learned from those smutty books of yours, Half-Pint?”
“And you just so happened to have that in your bag?”
A deep chuckle makes my body tingle. “I just so happened to have this in my bag.”
My mind goes blank. The only thought consuming my mind is how on display I am, how vulnerable, exposed, fragile. And I can almost hear the smile on his face as he assesses me.
His hand cups my butt cheek, the squeeze is firm, but not painful. I never expected to be the needy woman who ached for someone to touch her butt, but after the elevator, I want his finger back. What would it feel like for him to slide in, just a little bit?
Oh, boy. Is that whining coming from me?
“All in good time, baby girl. Patience. All those noises are making me want to give you everything all at once. We both need patience.”
Before I can answer or even take a breath, I’m flat on my back on the bed. He flipped me like a buttermilk pancake. There’s no way the neighbors didn’t hear my squeal.
“I wish you could see yourself, Talia. Bound, sightless, naked and so very, very beautiful.”
I can’t squeeze my thighs together, but his words suck the oxygen from my lungs, leaving my chest to heave under the strain of trying to breathe. His voice is almost serene, like he’s praying, worshiping.