Page 61 of For Your Eyes Only
“I just had so much hope, and I was left with no job, no way to get home, no way to make money. If it hadn't been for Bianca and Franco…” Her dark eyes blink to mine. “And you… I’d be on the street.”
“You seem pretty resourceful. I bet you’d have found a way.” Holding out my hand, she hesitates only a moment before placing hers in mine. I pull her to my chest once more, cupping my hand under her chin and lifting her mouth so I can kiss her. “Sometimes we have to let go of our expectations and see where life takes us.”
“Where is it taking you?” Her voice is soft.
“Right now? I have no idea, but I’m going with it.”God help me.
Her smile is shy but coy. Little vixen. “You’re not offended by what I do?”
My beautiful girl. She has no idea. “I’m only just learning all the things you’ll do.”
CHAPTER18
GIA
My arms are stretched above me, and a silk scarf covers my eyes. Electricity crackles in the air, and my breath comes in short pants. We went from looking at pictures of me dancing to warm kisses that turned hungry.
His cock grew hard and long in his boxers, and I wanted to play like we had before. I wanted to put it in my mouth. Instead, that naughty grin curled his lips, and now I’m lying on my back, wearing nothing but his thin shirt, blindfolded, with my hands bound in his necktie and hooked on the headboard above.
“What’s the safe word?” His lips are at my ear, whiskers scuffing my skin.
“Bowtie.” My skin hums, adrenalized and expectant.
“That’s right.” His voice is rough, and his hand goes to my stomach, sliding aggressively up my torso until it reaches my breasts.
My stomach twists, and he disappears. The room is quiet, and for a moment, I don’t know what to do.Did he leave me?Is he going to punish me for playing with him before, for dancing for him, taunting him when I knew he was my boss? When I knew it was forbidden?
The scratch of his beard on my inner thigh makes me jump. A sharp squeal bursts from my throat.
“Don’t be afraid, little butterfly. I want to hear you scream.” Warm hands slide up the sides of my legs, and he places open-mouthed kisses in the middle of my thigh, moving higher.
Tremors shake my stomach, aftershocks of the earthquake he set off before, but he doesn’t go where I think. He moves away again.
“What are you doing?” I’m blind and curious, straining for his next touch.
Silence, and then the faintest flickers, like plucks of an insect’s feet. I think of a spider. “Oh! Oh, no!” Fear rages through my insides, and I’m kicking my feet fast in the sheets. “What is that? A spider? Get it off, please!”
The tiny touches disappear, and he’s at my ear, quieting me. “Shh, baby, shh… It’s not a spider. It’s a feather.” He runs a velvety frond across my neck, letting the spidery tendrils fall along my skin. “I purchased a few things after our dinner I think you might like.”
“A feather…” I exhale a laugh, relief pulsing in my veins and tightening my nipples.
How is it possible for fear to turn to arousal so fast? The memory of our dinner date and the dirty way we played afterward prickles in my brain.
“Are you going to use it on the arches of my feet?”
He scoots around behind me, sitting with his back to the headboard and pulling me onto his lap. “I was thinking of something a little more sensitive.”
My back reclines against his chest, and my head is on his shoulder. Slowly, he unbuttons the shirt I’m wearing, leaving me bound, blind, and exposed.
“You are so beautiful.” His warm breath skates over the skin behind my ear, and my core clenches. “Your nipples are so hard. If I put my fingers between your legs, would you be wet for me?”
A soft noise escapes on a breath, and I nod. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” His large hand cups my jaw, turning my face to his mouth for a possessive kiss. “I’m going to use you now.”
His cock is hard against my lower back, and a strangled noise is my only reply. The feather tickles across my stomach, moving lower between my thighs, to my bare pussy. It’s the softest touch, but it’s teasing, promising.
“How does that feel?” His mouth is beside my ear, biting me gently, making me moan.