Page 39 of Craving Paradise
“This is true. I’m going to be like the Duracell Bunny as I fuck him,” I joke, thrusting my hips at my friend, who falls over laughing.
We continue getting changed and ready for the night.
“Catch you on the flip side.” I wave to Elle as I disappear down the rabbit warren of corridors toward the private room Mr. Fox booked for us.
Room 29 glows brightly in the dark corridor, and I try to ease the excitement, tension, stress, and desire that’s been building up inside me since Ibiza. The way Jasper pushed me up against the wall with his hand around my throat and molten heat in his eyes, I was prepared to fuck him right then and there. Never in my life have I ever felt so overpowered with need.
All night leading up to that moment—the stares across the club, the silence during the car ride, the chat by the pool—all foreplay. As soon as I closed the door after he left, I ran to my room, ripped off my underwear, and used my trusted rabbit while thoughts of Jasper filled my mind. I’ve been using my vibrator so often since then that I’ve broken him—at least he died for a good cause. What I didn’t tell Elle was I didn’t roster myself on until Jasper’s request came through. Some crazy reason I didn’t want to have sex with anyone else before him. I wanted the moment the two of us met again to be ours. I thought it was only fair since he had worked me up so much that he reaped the benefits of my lust and not anyone else.
Yeah, that might be a problem.
It’s only a problem if I do it every single time he comes in, then that’s a problem. Just once is fine, isn’t it?
I peek through the two-way window of Room 29, hoping to see if he’s as jittery and excited as I am tonight, but I don’t spot him. Am I early? I thought he was here already.
My hand reaches for the doorknob as confusion races through my body, and disappointment sets in. Did he change his mind?
I turn the knob and walk into the black and red gothic-themed room.Interesting choice.There’s a black four-poster bed with intricate wood carvings and a red velvet duvet cover and pillows. The walls are a charcoal color with wainscoting and felt skull wallpaper. A large black glass chandelier is hanging in the middle of the room, where candles have been lit everywhere, giving a muted glow, and large oriental rugs line the floor. It is a beautiful room, but I’m not here for the interior design. I’m here for the dick.
“Don’t scream,” the deep male voice commands as a hand is placed over my mouth, and a solid body is pressed against me.
Fear and excitement race up my spine. I guess we’re role-playing tonight.
“You’re going to do as you’re told. Do you understand, baby girl?” Mr. Fox’s timbered voice caresses my ear.
I nod in understanding while my pussy flutters with anticipation.
“I want you to move toward that bed. Then I want you to place your hands on the edge and don’t move,” he commands, his lips touching my ear, giving me goosebumps.
He moves us, his hand never leaving my mouth as he positions me where he wants me. I place my hands on the edge of the bed, my fingers gripping the velvet blanket.
“Eyes on the bed. Do not move from that spot.”
I do as I’m told and stare at a piece of lint on the blanket. I can hear his footsteps pad away, rummaging of some sort in the toy box, and a couple of mumbles from his lips as he decides what he wants to do to me. I patiently wait until I hear his feet pad across the wooden floor again, back toward me.
“Are you okay with being blindfolded?” he asks.
“Yes, my Lord.”
Jasper sucks in an audible breath at my response.
“I like that. Tonight, I want you to call me your Lord, not Mr. Fox. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Damn, that gets me hard. Is that a new kink unlocked? Feels like it.” He chuckles to himself before he ties a blindfold over my eyes.
My entire senses heighten instantly. I don’t mind being blindfolded if I’m with someone I can trust. I’m hoping I can trust him. My heartbeat speeds up in my chest and is a steady pounding drum inside my mind. Jasper’s hands are on my shoulders as his fingers peel down the straps of my black slip-dress. I move my arms out of the loops so that the silky fabric slides down my skin, exposing my bare breasts. He then moves the fabric over my hips. I give it a bit of a shimmy to get it over them before it slides to the floor. With my feet, I kick the slip to the side. I’m not wearing any underwear this evening. I didn’t think it would stay on for long.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he hisses as he takes in my nakedness. Jasper’s hand runs along the curve of my spine, then down over the roundness of my ass. His fingers sink deep into one of my cheeks. “Love your ass,” he states as he continues kneading the fleshy globe. “Open those legs for me.”
I do as I’m told and shuffle my legs apart for him.
“How wet are you?” He slides a finger between my folds.
I bite my lower lip as he teases me with his finger.
“You’re soaked. Have you been saving this for me? Or did someone leave you unsatisfied?”