“You just spoke.”
She nodded to show she understood.
“Good. You are waiting on the bed, blindfolded. Waiting for the sound of a man to come into the room. You are completely at his mercy. This scares you and yet excites you, as well.”
She made a soft sound at the back of her throat.
“You have been fantasizing about him, though you barely know him. You think about his hands, how it would feel if he were to touch you...”
Her fists opened and closed. Shit, she was so responsive. Of course she was.
“You have watched his lips when he speaks, wondering how they would feel, on your mouth, your breasts, your thighs...your clit.”
She writhed at the mention of the word clit. Luca smiled. “But it is his cock that keeps you up at night. You can’t stop thinking about it. Longing to know how it would feel in your hand. The skin. The tip. The weight of his balls. You hunger to taste it, to suck it gently into your mouth, to explore it with your tongue. But most of all, your pussy aches with the need to feel it rammed up inside of you. Slowly at first, wonderfully, painfully slow, until you cry out for more and only then, when you are on the verge of tears, does he slam it home...”
Her hands clenched the comforter and her legs strained against invisible bonds. She shifted her ass. Why? To create friction to ease some secret itch?
Luca’s body responded to hers. His dick throbbed behind the denim of his jeans. He popped the button and let the zipper slide open. “The door opens and someone comes in. It’s the man. You can tell by his footsteps. He is there in the room with you.”
Jasmine moaned.
Fuck.
Luca shoved his hand down the front of his jeans, needing to pull himself free. He was so fucking hard it hurt.
“Would you like me to tell you what he’s going to do to you?”
She didn’t say yes. That would be breaking the rules of the fantasy. But her answer—nodding her head while making needy sounds at the back of her throat—was clearly consent.
* * *
Jasmine’s body was on fire. No one had ever spoken to her like this before. Not even close.
“He gazes down at you, naked and tied to his bed. His to do with as he pleases.”
She sucked in a breath. Why did that statement excite her? It shouldn’t...but it did. It did so much.
“He has watched you, touched you, even kissed you, and now he is going to have you. Just the way he wants you.”
Oh, God. Maybe this was too much...
“He starts with the toes on your left foot. Painted so prettily, like little candies.”
He’d noticed her toe nail polish?
“Sitting on the foot of the bed, he caresses your toes before leaning down to suck on each one, drawing them into his warm mouth. Your body responds violently and with pleasure.”
Jasmine’s hips flew off the bed in response to the imagery. Her toes sucked? She’d never imagined such a thing. But now? She could practically feel it. Warm and wet, his mouth lapping at her. Sucking on her.
“He touches your feet, made more sensitive by the bonds, the bottoms, the tops, your ankles, before sliding his hands up your calves and thighs. You moan as he caresses higher and higher. Showing him where you want him to touch by the way you lift your hips off the bed.”
It was like he was there. She could feel him kneeling between her legs, and her clit throbbed with the idea that she was spread before him.
“Your bare pussy is exquisite and he lightly strokes over your mound, dragging the backs of his knuckles over your clit. Circling the inside of your thighs and lightly pressing just the tips of his fingers into your wet heat.”
Oh, God.
“So soft. So warm. He leans over and breathes hot air against you as you strain your hips toward his mouth. Wanting touch. Wanting that mouth to suck on you. Lick you. Penetrate you.”