Page 13 of My Bloody Valentine

Iwatch Maya’s chest heave with every breath, the black silk blindfold a stark contrast against her porcelain skin. Her grip wars with the unyielding wood chair, knuckles white. The air thickens with the scent of melted chocolate and her perfume—jasmine.

“Open.” I brush the shell of the chocolate against her bottom lip.

She parts her lips, and I slide the piece onto her tongue. A small moan escapes her throat as the chocolate melts.

“Explain what you taste,” I command.

“Rich... complex… there’s something...” Maya leans forward in her chair. “Something dangerous.”

I circle behind her, my fingertips grazing her shoulder. “Is that all?”

“You’re toying with me.” Her words come out breathy, desperate. “What’s next? Are you going to touch me?”

The question catches me off guard. My careful choreography threatens to unravel at her boldness. Heat courses through my veins as I imagine pressing her against the wall, claiming those chocolate-stained lips.

No. This isn’t the time. Everything must follow the sequence I’ve planned.

“This is a tasting.” I steady my voice despite the way my control frays. “Nothing more.”

“Then why the blindfold?” She turns her head toward my voice. “Why make it so intimate?”

I clench my jaw, steadying myself. “To heighten your other senses. To help you focus on the taste.”

“I don’t believe you.” Maya reaches up, her fingers searching for me.

I catch her wrist before she can touch me. Her pulse races under my thumb, and I momentarily consider throwing my carefully laid plans aside.

“Believe what you like.” I release her wrist. “You have three more pieces to taste.”

I press another piece against her lips, my urges growing as I watch her tongue dart out to accept it. This batch—special. Personal. The chocolate melts on her tongue, and satisfaction surges when she tenses.

“I know this taste.” Maya shifts in her chair, thighs pressing together. “From that night...”

My cock strains against my slacks as she lets out a soft moan. The sound pierces through years of careful restraint. I grip the table’s smooth edge.

“You remember.” The words come out rough, unfiltered.

She nods, licking her lips. “Your... essence.” Another moan escapes her. “Fuck, Adrian.”

The way she says my name—breathy, desperate—threatens to shatter my composure. I haven’t felt this loss of control since I was young. Before I learned to channel these urges into my work.

“Tell me how it makes you feel.” I need to hear it. Need to know she understands.

“Hot.” Maya arches in the chair. “Like liquid fire, snaking through every fiber of my being. Knowing I’m tasting you… consuming you.”

I exhale slowly, fighting for control. This wasn’t part of the plan. She was supposed to be repulsed, terrified. Instead, she’s writhing in pleasure, accepting every offering I present.

“More,” she whispers. “Please.”

I select the next piece with clenched fingers. This isn’t right. I’m supposed to be in control. But watching her eagerly accept my cum mixed into the dark chocolate—awakens something carnal that I’ve kept locked away.

She takes the next piece between her lips, and the moan that escapes her lips is pure sin. “Adrian...”

My grip tightens on the table as fantasies invade my thoughts—Maya kneeling in submission, her delightful lips around my cock, swallowing every drop I give her. My breath catches. I force the thoughts away, but they persist as she licks the remnants of chocolate from her lips.

“Last one.” I keep my voice steady despite the thunder of blood in my ears.

This piece—my masterwork. The caramel center holds more of my essence than any other, carefully blended to maximize flavor and effect. Maya’s tongue peeks out as I bring it to her mouth.

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