Page 30 of Something to Someone

“Also, no watersports. No touching my feet, and I’m not going to touch yours either. Almost everything else is on the table, to an extent. You can pick a safe word we can both use, if needed.”

“Lilac,” I blurted before I could think about it. It was the color of her top and her toes. She wore it often, and I knew it was her favorite. And it wasn’t something either of us would unintentionally mutter during sex.

She rolled her eyes and shrugged. “Okay, now that that’s out of the way. Lay down on the bed. Put your head on the pillows.”

Without moving her hands from behind her back, she motioned to the top of her bed with a slight dip of her head. Excited about where this was going, I climbed up the bed and fell back onto the white comforter.

“You’re so good at following instructions,” Caroline muttered as she followed on her knees. Whatever she had in her hands had disappeared because when she reached me, they were empty. She settled next to me and ran her hands down my arm, circling her fingers around my wrist and tugging it upward.

I didn’t realize what was happening until a black piece of fabric replaced her fingers around my wrist, and she was velcroing it in place. She slipped her fingers beneath the cuff to test how much room there was then didn’t hesitate to crawl over me and reach for my other hand.

I’d never been tied up before or restrained, just like I’d never crawled across the floor. It was an afternoon of firsts for me, but I didn’t stop her when she fastened the second cuff around my wrist and repeated the same motion, checking that it wasn’t too tight, and there wasn’t a chance it would cut off blood flow.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I tested the strength of the restraints. I tugged hard on each but neither budged. If I really, truly wanted to, I could have probably slipped out of them, but it would take some time to wiggle out.

However, I didn’t want to. I hadn’t expected it, but I enjoyed the idea of being restrained. My arms splayed out and above my head,I was completely at Caroline’s mercy. And based on the glint in her eye, I knew I would love each and every thing she had planned.

She threw a leg over my waist and straddled my hips, giving me a sweet flash of the black panties beneath her skirt. The warmth of her cunt immediately seeped through the denim and cradled my cock. My eyes lowered with the sensation, and my hips bucked of their own accord.

“How does it feel?” She dragged her nails down my chest and over my stomach. My throat went dry as I watched her fingers dip beneath my jeans and tease the edge of my briefs.

“Good,” I panted. My thoughts weren’t on her question. I was more focused on trying to will her fingers to push lower or silently wish her hips would move against me.

But her nails were sharp when they scratched my skin, and I gasped at the pain. “Try again, Ryder. Tell me how it feels to be tied to my bed.”

With a breath that did little to calm my racing heart, I looked up at her. She was a goddess, and I was her fucking throne. “Fuck, I like it. So much.”

“Good,” she muttered. “Just one more thing.” She reached behind her back and pulled out a piece of satin cloth. She smoothed it between her fingers and held it up where I could see exactly what it was.

A blindfold.

A wry chuckle jumped from my lips, and I shook my head, looking back and forth from her hands to her eyes. “You’re kidding.”

She shook her head. “I wouldn’t kid about this, Ryder.”

“You’re going to withhold the view of you from me. That’s torture.”

A shadow appeared over her eyes, and her smile turned cruel. “Sure, but it’s the best form of torture. If you don’t want the blindfold, you know what to say.”

She ran the fabric between her fingers and watched me consider her proposal. But there was nothing to consider. Although I’d never been blindfolded, I heard that it enhanced every other sensation and feeling.

“I’m not saying anything, pretty girl. Do your worst.”

She didn’t hesitate to slip the blindfold over my eyes, and I savored my last glimpse of her on top of me. I leaned my head forward off the pillow, and she tied the ribbon just tight enough that it wouldn’t easily slip off.

And then everything was dark.

SIXTEEN

RIGHT ON THE EDGE

Ryder

A small sliverof light slipped under the edge of the blindfold but not enough for me to see anything. That didn’t keep me from imagining what she might look like, though.

With her weight on top of me, she pressed her palms against my chest and ground her hips across my pounding erection. But there were too many layers between us.

One more torturous movement of her hips, and she grappled with the button of my jeans. She slipped off my lap and then tugged them down my legs. For a moment, there was nothing else. I could feel her moving next to me, but she wasn’t touching me.

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