Page 26 of Hot to the Touch

Chelsea’s hips bucked.

“I bought a few things for tonight that I’d like to try,” he whispered into her ear, continuing to work her.

“Anything,” she panted.

His fingers left the spot between her thighs and trailed up her torso, sending shivers down her spine. Redmond’s eyes darkened as he moved away from her body, leaving her skin chilled as he walked toward the closet and pulled a small bag from the floor. She gaped as he pulled out a blindfold and dangled it from his fingers with a smirk.

He walked toward her with a predatory stride and slid it over her head, covering her eyes. Her lack of sight sent more shivers running through her, but most of them weren’t from the cold. She heard him rustling around for a long moment before he spoke again, his breath tickling her ear. She jerked, unaware that he’d been so close as he ran a finger down the center of her chest, tracing the outline of her bra before unclasping it and allowing it to fall along with the rest of her clothes.

“I liked seeing your hands stuck to the curtain rod the last time,” he whispered. “So, I bought something new.”

He gripped her hand and pulled her gently from the bed. She followed him blindly. She felt his gentle hands as they turned her hips and slammed her back into what felt to be the closet door. She gasped.

“If you don’t like this, tell me to stop,” he reminded her, his hands pulling her tight pants down her body until only her panties remained. Those, too, he dragged down her body.

He gripped her wrists and held them above her head with one hand, the other wrapping a velvet-textured rope around each of them. He wound it tight, and then he released her. His mouth ran down her body. His lips moved against her hips and the peaks of her breasts as he brought himself to his knees between her legs.

Her ankles quickly became tied apart, as well.

Chelsea’s breathing intensified, and she felt as if the moisture between her legs would drip onto the hardwood floors from her shuttering. Each of his touches felt more erotic and sensational when she couldn’t see him.

“Now for the fun part,” he whispered, bringing a new sensation to her belly. He dragged the soft, firm object over her with one hand, trailing a finger across her abdomen with the other.

With a click, the smooth object vibrated powerfully against her stomach. Chelsea gasped as he worked it up toward her breasts, allowing it to vibrate around her erect nipples.

“Do you want to know what I’m going to do with this, Chelsea?”

She nodded her head as the spikes of pleasure worked through her at the mere thought of what he wanted to do. He pressed the vibration more firmly into her nipple, and the sensation brought a panting cry from her lips.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard and fast that you won’t remember your name.” The damned vibrator worked down… down. She bucked as it barely brushed her clit before roaming away. She whimpered as she tugged at the restraints. “I’m going to have you begging me to stop by the time we’re done.”

With a quick jerk, he pressed the rapidly vibrating toy into her so hard that she saw stars as she climaxed with a loud shout. The pleasure barreled into her so fast and hard that she felt tears of utter ecstasy pooling in her eyes. “Oh God, yes,” she shouted to him.

And he plunged inside of her as he held the vibrator steady over her.

With each thrust, she came undone more than the thrust before it. When she stopped reacting to the blessed toy, he moved it behind her, using the moisture from her cum to coat it as he plunged it into her ass.

Never had Chelsea climaxed so hard and for so long, but at that moment, the pure bliss of what he did wracked through her. The ache of him pounding into her and the vibration that sent her body over the edge was all she knew. Chelsea came for him repeatedly until it ached—until the feeling of him inside of her sent pangs of beautiful pain through her.

They didn’t stop until they had well and truly become one.

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He felt suffocated.

Redmond knew it was another dream, but this one felt realer—almost as if the smoke from the fire touched the skin of his physical body. To make matters worse, heknewit was a dream as he walked down what felt like an endless hallway toward the sound of Chelsea’s screaming. He broke into a jog, but the smoke made his heavier breathing difficult, and he hacked uncontrollably.

Chelsea’s screaming resembled the screaming she’d experienced the day he saved her, and it sent his heart pounding as he tried and failed to reach her. How long was the hallway? Why couldn’t he reach the end of it? It continued to expand before him as it transformed into a vast labyrinth of doors, the walls all cement and candlelit.

The smoke from the candles, though, billowed like smoke from a house fire.

He tried to shout Chelsea’s name, but it choked from his throat with the smoke. Her voice—her screams—transformed, too. She started shouting his name.

“It’s just a dream,” he repeated to himself as her shouts for him grew frantic. But he kept running down the never-ending hallway, kept trying to reach her.

Chelsea’s shouts sounded different, more distant and realistic with each of his choked breaths. He stopped, and her voice appeared right beside his ear.

“Redmond,” she shouted. He felt himself shaking—there were hands on his arms and chest. The image around him darkened. “Redmond, wake up.”