Page 22 of Dirty Intentions

After she poured something from a small vial, I gasped when she rubbed her hands gently over my breasts, centering on my nipples. She next held it up over my pubic area.

“Just a gentle touch. You into girls, Daniella?”

I blushed. “No. I mean you’re very beautiful, but no.”

She swiped her finger over my clit, teased my lips, and then went down my slit before inserting that finger into her mouth. “Too bad because you taste amazing.”

Holy shit. I might not be into women, but my body definitely responded to her sexy display.

“Now with the blindfold. Remember to lie back and relax. And don’t be shy with what you want. This is your fantasy, after all.”

Yes. Yes, it was. But with the wrong guy. I had to fight the urge to change my mind about this entire thing. It was now or never. By next week, I wouldn’t have this opportunity.

“He’s here.”

I could hear the door open and shut. In that moment, I was very aware of being blindfolded.

“Okay. Um, I guess hi, Javier.”

His gruff whisper came closer to me as did soft footsteps. “Hello, beautiful.” It was strange how his voice seemed somewhat familiar despite the slight accent.

“Hi.” My heart was pounding in my ears. “Sorry, I already said that. I’m nervous. This is the first time I’ve ever done something like this.”

“I plan on taking good care of you.”

There it was again. The eerie sensation that instead of the Spanish accent being slight, it was exaggerated. But turning to more pressing thoughts, I wondered what he thought of me on display for him. I wasn’t a bombshell or anything and not very tall, but my cup size was decent, and I worked out and stayed in shape.

The oil started to heat. First I felt my nipples tingle, making them ache for someone to touch them. Then my center started pounding as if my heartbeat had replaced its location. “What is this stuff Cindy used on me?”

“It’s made to stimulate your body. Now tell me, what is your fantasy?”

Shane. Thankfully, the thought stayed internal.

My mind must have been messing with me because suddenly I had a whiff of him. “Um. Something that isn’t boring. Something that takes me out of my head.”

“Do you have a man you’re picturing?”

Was I that transparent? “Does it matter?”

“It does very much. This is where the blindfold comes in. With it, you can pretend anything you want. Now then, I’ll never touch you without permission. For every touch, I will ask you beforehand. Do you want to try masturbating first? I can untie your hand.”

“No. I don’t have much luck with that.” And something about touching myself in front of a stranger didn’t turn me on.

“I’m going to massage your foot. Is that okay?”

Nope, because all of a sudden I had the skin-prickling sensation of his voice being off. I’d not yet met Javier, but that rasp belonged to only one man.

“Actually, can you start with rubbing my temples? Just to relax my mind as it’s working overtime.” And I hoped the nearness would give me confirmation.

“Uh. Sure.”

He moved closer and suddenly was in back of me, reaching over and massaging my head gently. The familiar scent of him filled my senses. But what if Javier used the same body wash or cologne as Shane?

“Talk to me,” I requested, needing more.

“You’re very beautiful like this, Daniella.”

Click. The way he said my name upped the likelihood of it being Shane. I was half tempted to whip off my mask to confirm, but I wanted something first, so I decided to keep the ruse.

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