Page 48 of Keeping The Virgin

Chapter 16

As the blindfoldturns my world dark, all my other senses explode.

I hear Cage’s harsh breathing behind me, almost as if he chased me back here to his apartment by taking an impulsive cab ride and he never stopped pursuing me until this very second. I smell his shirt, clean and starched, and his skin…god, his skin. I can taste the memory of him in my mouth from the last time we kissed, and I can feel the air caress my bare arms, making the hairs on them stand on end, thanks to all the goose bumps running up and down my flesh.

Cage has come here to control me in every way, and I think it’s the only way he knows how to do it.

“Did you think there’d be no consequences for your behavior tonight?” His voice is my everything right now—rough with frustration and obvious need, almost a physical thing because I’ve been deprived of seeing him.

“No,” I whisper as my hands fumble in front of me, finally resting on the smooth, cool marble counter. There—now I’m steady enough to say something back that I know will enflame him. “I was hoping there’d be another lesson after I pushed you to tell me things you obviously don’t want to talk about.”

“But I’m the one who’s going to do the talking now,” he commands. “Don’t say another word.”

I bite my lip, obeying, happy to do it. Much too happy.

His voice is still echoing inside of me. This blindfold has taken away so much of him from me, and this is the only part of him I have right now. My breathing speeds up, but it can’t compete with my heartbeat, which taps through me like a building rainstorm, making my pussy moist.

I feel a slight pressure on my back.

He’s got a hold of my zipper.

Oh, I wish I could see myself in the mirror that I’m still facing, but just imagining the roaring blush that must be covering my face gets me hot.

As he slowly pulls the zipper down and down, the sound fills the room. He’s undoing me second by agonizing second, and when my dress gapes open in back and he unclasps my bra, freeing my tits, I hold my breath.

I wait for him to touch my sensitive skin back there. I’m ready to beg for it.

He’s trying to control his breathing, but it’s uneven. The realization that I have a hold on him makes my nipples tighten.

I’m still waiting for him to touch me, but he isn’t doing it. What the hell is he doing?

When I feel my skirt being lifted, I swallow back a moan and brace my hands tighter on the counter. I imagine his hands getting busy with me as he slips them under my dress to pull down my panties. I hear the rustle of silk from the dress, the whispering caress of lace against my skin as he lowers my underwear. He’s being careful not to touch me with those long, naughty fingers of his, and his cruelty is driving me crazy, my clit wetly pulsating.

After my panties are off, nothing happens, and I clutch the counter, my heartbeat chipping away at me as I stand there in my own darkness.

“Cage…” I start to say.

“Quiet,” he demands.

His voice comes from behind me, low to the ground, as if he’s crouched with my panties in his hand. My pussy craves his touch, but he isn’t giving it to me, damn him.

He finally speaks, frustration edging his voice. “How can I be sure you’re going to be a sweet, obedient girl tomorrow night at that dinner if you keep disobeying my rules?”

I begin to answer, then stop myself. He’s testing me. I can’t see his face to be sure, but I sense it.

“All you have to do is act like my girlfriend,” he says. “That doesn’t mean you have to know about shit like my hopes and dreams. And it sure as hell doesn’t mean you have to dig deep into my business.”

I hear and feel him stand up, and my body quakes.

“There,” he says quietly. “You’re finally listening, not talking. You’re not saying a word unless I ask you to. Is it because you know you’re in for it if you say anything to me?”

My breath catches as I feel my skirt being lifted again. My bottom is exposed, and I prepare myself for him to spank me, even though I’ve been a pretty good girl so far.

“Or are you staying silent because you know you’ve been testing me tonight—and you know testing me is a bad, bad idea…?”

I jump when I feel his fingers on one of my ass cheeks. He strokes lower to explore underneath the curve of it, getting close to my pussy. I jolt with wet heat, anticipating, dying for whatever’s coming.

“How long before you test me again?” he asks. “How far are things going to go, baby?”

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