Page 18 of Thunder

THUNDER

At her first sign of submission and willingness to explore, Thunder almost shot his load. Something about a beautiful, strong woman relinquishing control to him was intoxicating. Especially one who loved control as much as she did.

He could imagine how perfectly planned her life must be. He’d bet she eats the same thing every Wednesday for dinner. Wears the same outfit for certain occasions and he’d put money on the fact that all her towels matched. The only time she let that slip was when she was getting dicked down.

Andrea went in with illusions of control, just like she had stridden confidently into that locker room. But once she was in the moment, she wanted to be free, even if she’d fought it. Thunder could tell.

He didn’t speak as he reached back into the drawer and grabbed the matching silk mask. Before he slipped it over her head, he studied her warm brandy-colored eyes. She needed this as much as he did. He just stared at her for a moment. She looked like a wet dream, gagged and blindfolded. He’d take it slow with her. Not go too fast. Because as much as submitting turned her on, it wouldn’t be her ongoing role. No, a woman like her needs balance. Tonight, submission was what she needed. Permission to let go and feel.

It wasn’t about taking power from another person, leaving them powerless. It was about the confidence it took someone to willingly hand it over. Those elements made it what it was for him.Submission does not equal weak.Quite the opposite, it takes a strong personality to recognize that need and fill it. Weak women protested because it hit too close to home, so to speak.

Thunder didn’t indulge this way very often because he didn’t want to create that kind of intimacy with a stripper or easy pussy.

He dragged his knuckle down her warm cheek and she leaned into his touch. Blindly begging for more. “Can I add one more element? Nod if the answer is yes.”

Instead of nodding, she started talking despite the gag. Thunder was reasonably sure she asked what element, but that wasn’t how this was going to go.

“It is a yes or no question. You either trust me that it will be pleasurable, or you do not. In which case, I brake because there must be trust.” He had no plans to go full dom on her, just give her a sample, see how it goes.

When Andrea said yes, they entered into a pact whether she knew it or not. One he took very seriously. He would not abuse her trust or the gift of submission she was offering him. If she couldn’t let go completely, then her first experience—he could tell it was her first—would be less than earth moving and that wouldn’t do.

Hell, they could have explosive sex without it. Scientifically proven twice now. She cocked her head at his low, quick laugh and it caused a reaction in his chest.

My chest, not my dick?

But this would be different for both of them.

“Give yourself permission to let go. I will take care of you, I promise.”

As the seconds ticked by, Thunder thought she would pull the brake. A flood of relief rushed through him as she nodded again. He pushed that aside to overthink and analyze later. For now, he was going to make sure she wanted, no needed, to do this again.

Back to the drawer, he shuffled around some of his favorite things. “Soon,” he murmured as he moved aside items. Bypassing the beads and floggers, he toned it down. He wanted to go for another layer of sensory enhancement through deprivation.

Thunder had a feeling that was what she needed, would enjoy.

But, instead of a selection from that drawer, he reached for the small shelf higher up on the wall.

Tucking her hair behind her ears, he cupped her neck and dropped a kiss on her gagged mouth. The slight hesitation of her body language as her mind caught up to her brain was sublime. When she surrendered to it, her hands tracked up his chest. Feeling their way. Using only her sense of touch and sound.

Thunder pulled back and left his hands in place. Angling her head to a position where she could’ve looked into his eyes if she weren’t blindfolded. “Thank you for trusting me. I will not violate that trust. You are in my care, I take that seriously. I promise you won’t regret it.” He had to say those words to her. But it was getting too emotional for him, so he had to cut it short.

“Now, let’s have some fun on a bun.” He could tell she was laughing without sound or seeing her eyes. She expressed herself with her whole being.This is going to be amazing.

With that thought, he placed his helmet over her ears. Not a typical bedroom toy. Not furry or silky, but sexy as hell on her. “I wore the helmet for every flight in the Hawg.” Thunder was speaking to himself more than her. He was the only one who’d ever worn it until now. He had a set of earmuffs for bedroom play, but for a reason he couldn’t fathom, he wanted to see her in his helmet.

Now she is down to touch.

As much as he wanted to bind her hands and take away her touch, he opted not to. He thought it would be too much control too fast for a woman like her to relinquish. Besides, he could stay out of her reach if he needed to. Make her feel everywhere else.

Thunder ran his hands down her arms, she shivered. With their interlaced hands, he led her away from the bed, toward the middle of the room so he could have access from all angles. Keep her on her toes, not knowing which direction he was coming from.

Slowly, like a predator, he circled and stalked her. He found the play of her hair extending out of the bottom of the helmet captivating. It caressed the soft skin of her back each time she slightly shifted her head back and forth. She was attempting to get a bead on his location. It was turning him on. His dick was at full mast.

Another one of those layers. Trying to engage her senses, she turned thirty degrees to the left and paused. Then thirty to the right and paused.

Thunder squatted down behind her and ran a single finger up the inside of her ankle to the knee then backed away.

Her reaction was immediate. A sharp intake of breath around the gag proceeded her swift turn. She lost her balance and almost fell, but Thunder caught her. He maneuvered her to the bed and laid her down.

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