Page 30 of Bad Enough

He reached to his shoulder and slid the pink silk from where it hung, grabbing it in both hands. Slowly, as if he were concerned about startling her, he brought the material over her head and stopped for a second in front of her face, then covered her eyes completely with it, tying it off in a large bow at the back.

His hands settled the blindfold a little more securely, then smoothed down the sides of her face, neck, shoulders, torso, and waist, and finally rested on her hips. The position of her restrained arms automatically pushed her breasts forward. She could feel that her skin was flushed, and she bit her lower lip, her breathing elevating further.

“The restraint is to keep you from touching me,” he explained, his breath warm in her ear. “The blindfold will allow your other senses to dominate. Both will cause you to experience the other three senses more intensely in order to compensate for the loss of your hands and eyes. I want you completely focused on my touch, no matter how it comes to you.”

Her high heels helped shorten the distance between them, but she was still a foot shorter. And while she was curvy, she still felt incredibly delicate compared to his hulking frame. Standing behind her, his groin was pressed into her backside, directly at the same level as her tied hands. Her fingers twitched, but she didn’t reach to grab him when clearly the impulse was to do so.

“You’re doing so well, princess. That deserves a reward.” His hands reached around to cup the undersides of her breasts, his palms taking their weight, his thumbs barely brushing her already puckered nipples. Her skin broke out with goosebumps.

She swallowed tightly. “Your touch feels good.”

He dragged a fingertip in a circle around her left nipple. The moan that came from her was soft but from the back of her throat.

“Does it feel better now than it did a couple of nights ago when I had you touch yourself as if it were me?” he whispered.

He lightly squeezed the hard point of a nipple.

She sighed. “So much better. Your skin is rougher. Your hands do more physical work. Mine are softer. I sit at a keyboard all day.”

“How else?”

She considered his question. “You’re more aggressive. More confident. You know what to do. What pressure to give and when to pull back. I was more hesitant. It was awkward. I’d never done some of those things before.”

“Never? You’ve never touched yourself? Never brought yourself to orgasm?”

She shook her head, then remembered to speak. “Yes, I’ve touched myself before, but I…” She whispered, embarrassed, “I could never have an orgasm.”

“So you’ve never orgasmed before the other night?”

“No,” she admitted.

His touch didn’t stop. “Princess, I’m going to ask you a very important question, and you need to be honest because it determines how I proceed. Not if, just how.” He paused. “Are you a virgin?”

How do I answer this question?

“No. It’s just… this is just new. My… I wasn’t considered before.”

“Lean back, little Flame,” he whispered. “Give me your full weight. I won’t let you fall.”

Her head drifted back so it nestled against his chest. Eventually, she felt her body begin to relax as he continued to run his hands lightly over her skin.

“Your trust is a gift, Flame. Just be in the moment. You’re here. You’re with me. You’re safe.”

His thumb and forefingers plucked her already distended nipples, working to create a sharp pinching sensation that caused her to inhale sharply. After each pluck of the buds, he lightly brushed his middle fingers across their surfaces to soothe the sting.

“It’s time for you to feel what you’re capable of.”

His hands traveled down her body, one resting on her hip, and the other slid down her side, over her hip, and toward her smooth mound.

Giving it a gentle stroke at the top of her outer lips, he murmured, “Spread your legs shoulder-width apart, little Flame.”

She inhaled, bit her lip, then followed his instruction.

“Exhale, princess. If you feel faint at any time, you need to tell me. Can’t have you passing out on me.”

Once she had settled into the new position that opened her to his touch, his fingers drifted to cup her sex, sliding his middle finger between her folds to find her slit soaked with her arousal.

She gasped and tensed in his arms.

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