Page 4 of Selfish Desires

I had been preparing for this night. I just never knew when it would pan out. Of all times, it had to be when our best friends got married.

The clock tipped to 1 AM. Good.

I would officially leave after Zachary and Blair's wedding anniversary. There was no way I'd choose to abandon Wendy on their wedding date. I couldn't do that to them.

Dragging my feet to the spare room, a place we had never used, except sometimes when I found Wendy reading a book or working on a new menu for Blair's restaurant. Every inch of this place screamed Wendy. Her sweet, flowery scent lingered everywhere, even on my skin. Fuck, this was going to be torture. But I deserved to suffer. I pulled open the drawer of the black dresser that housed extra crap never touched except underneath the facade. It had become my hiding spot for the plan. I pushed aside the various papers, batteries, and random junk to reveal a red silk blindfold that would look fantastic against Wendy's sun-kissed skin.

I held it for a moment, taking in the softness of the silk, imagining it against Wendy's skin, her hitched breaths, and her curious eyes that I'd lovingly shrouded in darkness. A part of me wanted to burn the damn thing. A part of me cursed for even thinking this would be a reasonable idea. My gaze shifted to the matching ties made of the same red fabric. I had picked them out, especially for this night. She deserved the best, even in goodbye. I ran my fingers over their surface, my dick twitching as I imagined her delicate wrists bound by them—not to control, no. But to lead her into an experience she'd never forget. And then I reached for the black lacquered wood handle of the paddle with red trim. Red was Wendy's favorite color, and I intended to make every detail of this night make her believe I catered it for her. And then I would rip her heart out and leave it to rot.

Holding everything I needed in shaky hands, I left the spare room for the final time. I walked into our bedroom, where I found Wendy obediently on her knees, waiting for me on the floor in front of our bed naked. Her eyes dropped to the items in my hand, and I saw her chest freeze, and she didn't exhale for a few seconds. She listened like a good little pet, and I thought about how much we could have explored if tonight wasn't the end.

“Vincent.” Her voice trembled just a little. She blinked rapidly, no doubt trying to make sense of the items I carried—the blindfold, the ties, the paddle.

“You're not to speak unless I tell you to, understand?” I ordered, my voice cold, emotionless.

She swallowed hard, clearly taken aback, but nodded.

I closed the distance between us and crouched down to her level. My heart hammered in my chest as I reached and ran my fingertips over her smooth cheek. Her breath hitched, and her eyes flicked up to meet mine for a split second before they fell back to the floor. She had such trust in me, such faith. It tore me apart knowing I was about to shatter it all.

“You need to pick a safe word first. Otherwise, I won't touch and do all the things I have planned for you.” My voice softened at first, only to dip to a sinister level. I took in every inch of her nude form, from her sculpted legs to her pebbled nipples and her slender neck that connected her flawless body to the most gorgeous face I had ever seen. I wanted to run my calloused fingers along her velvet skin, but I had to practice patience.

“What are we going to do?” Wendy's gravelly voice pierced the room.

“Do not answer me with a question.” I slapped the mattress behind her head, causing her to flinch.

“Please, Vincent,” she whispered, her eyes glassing over. I wanted to tell and reassure her, but I couldn't afford the luxury of comfort.

“Final warning.” And I wasn't fucking kidding. I just didn't know what I would do.

She swallowed hard again, her olive skin glowing under the dim light. “Selfish,” she finally whispered. “My safe word is Selfish.”

“Good girl.” I took a moment to savor our closeness before leaning back and arranging the items on the bed. My thumb ran gently over her lower lip before crashing my mouth onto hers. I cupped her face, my fingers digging into her jaw, drinking in her shuddering breaths and the single warm tear trickling down her cheek. Her lips were soft, bruising easily under the pressure I exerted, but it was a taste I could not resist. Wendy had always been my sweet addiction, a craving I could never satiate. A soft whimper slipped from her, and it took every ounce of my willpower to pull away. “I bet you're a good little slut and wet for me.”

She didn't answer, only nodded ever so slightly, her cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink, making my cock press painfully against my zipper. She closed her eyes, her breathing shallow. In her submission, she was a goddess; I was the beast. Reaching for her thighs, I palmed a fistful of flesh in each hand, spreading her wider.

“Keep your eyes open and on me,” I said, dipping a single digit into her dripping warm cunt, hooking my finger, and watching her muffle a groan. Her eyes flew open, irises dilated as I brought my glistening finger to her lips. “Taste your pussy.” I shoved my finger coated in her juices into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, gagging Wendy. My cock jerked, weeping pre-cum, begging to be freed. She was so fucking hot like this. I needed to sink my dick into her, but not yet.

“Such a good little whore.” The words tasted bitter but freeing. I pulled my fingers from her mouth, smirking at her controlled protest. “Now we're going to play.” A dribble of saliva hung from her chin, and I licked it away, connecting our tongues for a split second before standing and taking her with me by a fistful of her hair in my hand.

She stumbled, her knees buckling under her before I steadied her with a harsh grip on her arm. The sudden move caused her to let out a startled whimper, her eyes imploring as they met mine. A surge of guilt pierced my heart, but I squashed it down. It was time for the blindfold, but before I secured it around her head, I had to say goodbye to those big, round, midnight-sky eyes for the last time.

“Look at me, Wendy,” I commanded, my voice steady even as my heart threatened to burst from my chest. “Feel what you do to me.”

She hesitated but did as I asked. Her eyes fluttered open, two orbs of pure onyx glimmering in the room's half-light. Slowly, Wendy gripped my aching erection through the thin fabric separating us and squeezed my length.

“You're my good little slut, aren't you? Keep doing that, and I'll do the rest.” I struggled to keep my voice steady as I reached for the red blindfold, taking in her eyes for one more second. “Close your eyes.” I watched her obey with a hint of fear edging her anticipation, and not for the first time tonight, regret sieged my heart, but there was no turning back now. I reached out and tied the blindfold over her eyes, ensuring it was snug but not too tight to cause discomfort. As I adjusted the knots and smoothed them over her forehead, she gave a soft sigh, almost in relief. Her lips parted slightly, and I leaned in, my mouth hovering close to hers. “Such a good pet.” I took a step back with the wrist ties in hand. “Turn around.”

She obeyed, and I guided Wendy with my hand on her lower back and the other cupping her round ass while dipping two fingers into her soaked pussy until she reached the left bedpost. Shit, this woman. More pre-cum soaked my boxers, and it took every ounce of restraint I had from abandoning the scene and fucking her to hell into the mattress.

“Hands above your head.” My tone had never been this lifeless. “Now,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper as I began to undress myself. “Stay very still.” Every article of clothing I peeled off except for my boxers, one stitch away from my raging hard-on breaking through.

I watched as she draped her toned arms over the top of the black wood bedpost, her taut muscles in her back trembling ever so slightly. I reached out, taking one wrist and then the other, securing them to the post with the silky ties. As I tightened the last knot, she sucked in a sharp breath, her slender body pulling against her restraints. My dick twitched in response, straining against the thin fabric. I pushed her against the post and tugged her hips from behind, bumping her into my cock, and I relished the friction. “Stay like that,” I ordered, leaving Wendy elongated. I trailed a lone finger down the center of her spine, triggering goosebumps as I reached for the paddle.

I took a step back, bending down to graze my tongue through her warm pussy, from her clit to her wet opening. She bit back a moan and pulled against the ties, all while the paddle dangled in my hand, keeping it at my side. Without warning, I stood, bringing the paddle down onto her bare ass, sending a wicked crack throughout the room. Wendy gasped, and her legs nearly buckled from the surprise, but I didn't help catch her. I waited for her to regain her balance and assume her bent position.

“Remember, if it gets too much, you have our safe word.”

A whimper escaped her mouth as I ran the taut leather of the paddle along the curve of her ass. It contrasted beautifully with the soft glow of her skin.

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