Page 29 of Night Shift

Ipushed open the door to reveal my king-sized bed, which was generously layered with crisp sheets and soft blankets. A single lamp on the bedside table cast a warm glow over the spacious room. I loved the homey ambiance of this place.

I stood by the door and watched as Sam wandered around the room, gliding her fingers along the tops of the dresser and armchair on her way to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the lake. The sun had all but set, allowing me to see her reflection in the glass. She was awestruck by the view—and so was I.

Unable to wait any longer, I walked over to stand behind her, grasping her arms in my hands. Tilting my head, I brushed her temple with a kiss.

“Samantha.”

“Yes?”

“Do you trust me?”

“You know I don’t trust anyone.”

“Then let me help you start by showing you how to trust your own body.”

Taking her hand, I guided her to the side of the bed, then dragged the covers down, allowing them to fall into folds onto the floor.

I turned and stepped toward my dresser to open one of the drawers where I kept a wide assortment of pleasure toys, and I pulled out a silky blindfold.

Sam’s eyes widened, her pupils swallowing up her stunning blue irises.

I dropped my chin toward my shoulder, my smile offering her a world of unspoken promises.

With the blindfold coiling through my fingers, I moved closer to her and placed it on the nightstand next to us. Then, taking her shoulders gently, I rotated her to face the bed. Her gaze followed me in the window’s reflection. I swept her auburn locks up in my hands, and I leaned in and nuzzled her neck, enjoying her light floral scent. “Mmm, you smell so good.”

After letting her hair fall down her back, I carefully tucked it behind her ears, then retrieved the blindfold and stretched my arms around her. I gave her a playful wink in the reflection before I tied it snugly around her eyes.

“If you ever feel uncomfortable or want me to stop—say so.” My gravelly voice betrayed my desire for her.

“Yes, sir,” she sighed, wringing her hands in a display of restless anticipation.

“In return, I promise to worship your body in ways you’ve never dreamed possible, guiding you to heights of sexual awareness you’ve yet to encounter. I warn you, though, after tonight, I will have ruined it for any other man who’s not worthy of you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered. Her bottom lip trembled, just like I had hoped it would. My desire tonight was to help her overcome her nervousness and fear as she sought sexual gratification.

When my lips brushed the sensitive spot on her neck behind the corner of her jaw, she instinctively responded. Her shoulder lifted slightly as her head bent gracefully toward it, embracing the tender touch.

“The blindfold will help you focus on every sensation as you experience it,” I said. “Now relax and let me show you how your body was made to respond.”

I slipped my hands under the edge of her tank top, allowing my fingers to graze her skin just along the waistband of her shorts. My hands glided upward, tracing the contours of her sides, and I eased her top off and over her head, revealing her breasts to my gaze.

“Mmm.” An unexpected groan escaped me. No matter how much I longed to touch her, to run my tongue around her taut nipples, I resisted. Now wasn’t the time. No, trust must be built one step at a time. Observation. Assessment. Application. Outcome, I reminded myself.

Her top dropped to the floor, forgotten, as my fingers made quick work of undoing the button and zipper of her shorts. My hands slipped beneath her panties, skimming down the smooth center of her stomach. Sliding my hands out, I caressed the curves of her hips and then guided the fabric down her legs, leaving her shorts and panties pooled at her feet.

Trailing kisses along Sam’s shoulder, I savored the sight of her exposed beauty in the window’s reflection. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

Her breath hitched, and she wrapped her arms around herself, clutching her elbows.

“Don’t, Samantha. There’s no need to be embarrassed when you’re with me. How about you lie down on the bed and make yourself comfortable?”

Curious about how she would situate herself, I watched as she made her way to the center.

Grabbing a pillow and wrapping her arms around it, she curled up mostly on her stomach, with her right ankle crossing over her left calf. Although the position was modest, it gave me a lovely view of her ass and a peek at the dark pink lips of her pussy.

Quickly shedding my clothes, I joined her. I lay down next to her, propped up on my elbow, and then started tracing the freckles on her milky skin with my fingers. First, I glided them up her arm and over her shoulder, and then I trailed them down her spine, drawing lazy S curves to the seam of her ass.

As I often did with my patients to help put them at ease, I began carefully explaining every touch.

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