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“Shh, there’s nothing there,” Roman murmurs against my neck placatingly. His hands tighten around my hips as he ups the pace of his thrusts, trying to pull me back from my distraction.

It doesn’t work, though, because I can’t stop staring at that spot, wondering if my eyes are playing tricks on me or if I’ll see it again.

Roman relents with a disgruntled sigh, tipping forward to lay me back down on the bed and pulling out. Then he swiftly rolls away and for a second, I wonder if I’ve offended him. When he climbs off the bed and steps away, I wonder if he’s about to leave me to the ghosts. Then I watch him pluck his tie from his neatly folded stack of clothes, bringing it back over with him.

Grabbing for my ankle, Roman yanks me over to the edge of the bed, gazing down at me through the dark and cocking a brow. “You like games, don’t you?”

I bite my lip, nodding.

“Lift your head.”

I comply, and Roman leans over me with the tie between his hands, placing it over my eyes and tying it around my head. The abrupt loss of sight is jarring, my pulse kicking up as he checks to ensure it’s secure.

“How’s that?” he asks after making a few more adjustments to my blindfold.

“Good,” I breathe, dropping my head back down to the mattress.

He trails his fingers over my body as he leans back. “Can you see anything?”

“No.”

His touch vanishes. “Then let’s play, pet.”

He sounds further away now, my body coiling with anticipation for whatever he’s planning. The deprivation of one sense heightens the others– I’m suddenly more attuned to sound, smell, touch…

I flinch as Roman’s hands land on my knees, shoving them apart before coasting up my inner thighs. Adrenaline pumps through me, my heart pounding as I feel his warm breath fan against my center, his stubble rasping against my inner thighs. My muscles tense, heart pounding.

The first swipe of his tongue has a needy cry falling from my lips, body shuddering as he begins feasting on me like a ravenous beast. Without the ability to see him, it’s like Ifeelhim so much more– his harsh grip on my thighs, every demanding stroke on his tongue. He suctions his lips over my clit, grazing it with his teeth, and I damn near combust.

As he sucks and nips my clit, driving me closer to the precipice of release, his fingers suddenly latch onto my nipple. He pinches hard and my back arches, toes curling at the fusion of sensation. I’mright there, dangling right on the edge, then his mouth is gone. He withdraws all touch. I pant breathlessly, whipping my head back and forth, tempted to rip off the damn blindfold…

His hand presses against my inner left thigh, his cock notching at my opening. I barely have time to register his new position before he thrusts in deep, pinching my clit as he slams home. I instantly detonate, screaming through my orgasm as he pounds into me, the friction prolonging my pleasure.

My body goes limp against the mattress as I come back down to earth. Roman pulls out, my pulse picking up speed when his touch leaves me once again, anticipation building. I cry out as his teeth close around my hard nipple, fisting the sheets while he soothes away the sting with his tongue. The saliva he leaves behind makes it harden even further as he retreats and I lay frozen in suspense, awaiting his next advance.

He's between my legs again, pushing inside.

“Fuck, Roman!” I whine, reaching out for him. My fingers brush against his skin, but he keeps just out of reach, forcing mylegs wider and drilling his cock into me with controlled, forceful thrusts.

A hand on my thigh. A hand on my belly. Suddenly it feels as if his hands areeverywhere, his presence all consuming. Without my sense of sight, his touch is all I have to anchor me in this place and tether me to this moment.

His fingers play with my clit, working me up again until I’m shuddering through another climax. Roman continues his torturous game, changing up his position and keeping me on edge. It isn’t until I’ve come for a third time that he follows, pulling out and groaning as I hear the distinctive sound of him fisting his cock. Warmth splashes against my belly as he marks me with his seed, ropes and ropes landing on my skin. I reach down to rub my fingers through his mess, swiping them across my lips and licking his taste away with my tongue.

“Good girl,” Roman drawls, and I swear a little aftershock of my orgasm ripples through me at his praise.

I wilt against the mattress, panting up at the ceiling as I hear the pad of his footsteps move away from the bed. He returns soon after, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he climbs up alongside me and begins untying the blindfold, the black silk sliding away.

I blink my eyes open, pushing up on my elbows as my vision slowly comes into focus. My husband is right beside me, reaching over to clean my belly with a damp cloth.There’s so much cum.

“I think it’d do you some good to get off the estate,” he comments as he wipes his mess away, pulling me back up to the pillows with him and tugging the comforter over our bodies. “We’ll have dinner at my father’s house tomorrow night.”

“Okay,” I reply breathily, exhaustion setting in. “Red or black?”

“You choose. Andrew will pick you up at eight.”

I tilt my head back to look at him, brows pinching together. “Where will you be?”

“I have business in the city, so I’ll have to meet you there,” he answers, stroking my hair back from my face with his fingertips. “You need to sleep.”

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