Page 9 of One Night Seduction

When the doors open, my eyes widen as I look around the expansive room. One side of the room has a large bed, larger than even a king, with a shelf beside it stocked with every type of toy you can imagine. On the other side of the room is a Saint Andrew’s cross, a crazy looking sofa that looks like the perfect height to be bent over, and a pole in the middle of the room.

“Do you like it?” he asks as he watches me.

I blink in awe.

“It’s amazing.”

He comes up behind me, brushing a piece of hair off my shoulder before he presses a kiss to my neck.

“Only the best for you.”

I lean into his touch, arching into his lips as a feeling like nothing I’ve ever felt runs through my body. It’s as if his touch is pure electricity coursing through my veins.

“Lay down on the bed. Dress off,” he murmurs against my skin. A thrill shoots through me as I turn to face him, slowly removing my dress, allowing it to pool at my feet, and leaving me completely naked besides my panties and heels. His eyes roam over my exposed flesh hungrily before he makes a sound of approval.

I sit down on the edge before lying down in the middle. My heart is racing as he takes several purposeful steps towards me before pausing to look at the shelf beside the bed. It doesn’t take him long to find what he’s looking for before he plucks a black satin blindfold from the selection.

He turns to face me as he lifts the blindfold in a silent gesture of permission. I dip my head as he moves to place it over my eyes.

“Do you remember your safe word?” he asks.

I nod my head again.

“Words, Sparrow.”

I feel my skin erupt in goosebumps at the nickname.

“Banana.”

“Good girl,” he rumbles, lowering the blindfold until my vision goes black.

It takes a moment to get used to the loss of a sense, which he seems to anticipate, waiting several moments before he touches me. He doesn’t touch me with his hands, though. The touch is light and soft, like a feather. I feel him trail it along the column of my neck, then between my breasts, circling around my nipple before making its way down my stomach.

“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly as goosebumps race over my skin.

“Relax for me,” he answers.

Swallowing roughly, I do as he says, forcing myself to focus on how good the light touch feels. When it runs between my thighs, it sends a fluttering into my stomach that I’ve never felt before, and I feel myself wiggling against the smooth bedspread.

“Have you ever played with sense deprivation?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“Take away one sense, and it heightens the others. Feel the difference?” he asks as one of his fingers traces through the slit of my pussy, slipping inside with ease.

I didn’t even realize I was getting wet, by a feather of all things, but now that he is so easily pumping in and out of me, I fully grasp that I’m fucking dripping.

“Oh god,” I moan.

“Mhmm,” he hums lowly as I feel his body reach to the side before bringing over something new.

It’s cold, smooth, and instantly has my nipples hardening, a chill running through my body.

He runs the cool, metallic feeling object on the inside of my thigh before running it up my stomach and over to my breasts, tracing soft lines around them before gently brushing against my nipples. I let out a shuddering breath as his fingers increase their efforts. Fuck. I don’t even know what he’s using, but it feels amazing.

Moving the chilled object from my breasts, he pulls it away, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I try to kiss him back, but he is here and gone the next moment. I hear the sound of a lighter striking in the otherwise silent room. We sit there for what feels like minutes, his fingers languidly pumping in and out of me. Not nearly fast enough to make me come, but just enough to keep me engaged, to keep me on edge.

“Stay still,” he says.

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