Page 6 of A Night of Indulgence and Sloth
“Good.” I walk over to the dresser along the wall and grab a blindfold from the top drawer. She hasn’t stopped watching me, so I know she’s seen what I have in my hand. Once again, her teeth pull against her lip and, fuck me, I want to taste it.
I kneel so that I’m eye level with this gorgeous creature and slide my hands up the outside of her thighs. She sucks in a breath, letting her lip free at last.
“Every time you bite that lip, I want to taste it myself.”
She clenches her thighs together, and a smile spreads across my face.
“You can,” she says breathlessly.
I lean ever-so-close, forcing her to part her thighs and let me between them while bringing my hands up her body until they rest against her cheeks. Her eyelids flutter, lips parting in a delicious invitation. The scent of her arousal floods my senses, causing my mouth to water. I’m desperate to have her explode on my tongue, to push her body higher and higher until she comes at my command, but it’s too soon.
Instead of leaning in to kiss her, I place the blindfold over her eyes, then drag my thumb along her bottom lip. “I’ll be tasting more than just your mouth tonight, Petal.”
Liliana
After Wes blindfolded me, he left me on the comfortable lounger while he stepped away to dosomething. I tried to figure out exactly what he was doing, but it was useless. Half the instruments I saw strung up on the wall were foreign to me, so there’s no chance in hell I’d know what they sounded like anyway.
My mind races once more at his use ofwe.Just how many people were showing up here? Could I even handle that? Fear threatens to immobilize me, but I push it farther into the recesses of my mind.
This isn’t the farm.I breathe in.You are safe.I breathe out.You chose this.I breathe in again, but this time, I hold it. When I finally let it out, my body relaxes and my mind is once more firmly under my control.
With my sight removed, my other senses run wild. The soft, cool leather of the lounger provides ample relief to my overheating flesh. There’s a low hum in the room, reminding me of the whir from an air conditioner. My heart beats a staccato rhythm, creating my own personal soundtrack as I wait withbated breath. A shiver runs down my spine in both anticipation and chill. I trace my hands up and down the seat beneath me, concentrating on the grainy texture of the leather to distract me from the lustful nerves racing through me.
Footsteps approach, and I freeze. Squinting behind the blindfold, I try desperately to catch even a silhouette, yet all I see is inky darkness. Somehow I’m not scared. The Liliana of last week wouldn’t have stepped foot in here without having a full-blown panic attack, yet even though I’m effectively trapped in here with a stranger—and possiblystrangers—I feel at ease.
The lounger shifts seconds before hands gently graze my ankle, running up my boots until they meet the bare skin at my thigh. I gasp, jolts of electricity shooting straight to my clit at the feel of warm hands on my sensitive flesh.
“I’m going to undress you now, Petal.”
“Okay,” I breathe out as he pulls the zipper of my boot down slower than necessary. Every move he’s made so far tonight has been unhurried and gentle, as if he’s scared to spook me. Like he can see into the very depths of my soul and truly knows just how broken I am. Yet under his touch, I don’t feel broken.
When my boots come off, he trails his fingers along my ankle and calf, and then up my thighs until he lifts me straight off the lounger.
“Oh!” I gasp, mentally off-balance, yet loving the feel of his solid body. Tentatively, I place my hands around his neck and push my fingers through his short, dark hair. He releases a low growl of approval that seems to vibrate through my very soul.
Setting me down, he holds my hand to steady me before placing it on what must be the bed as he moves to unlace my top. The touch of his fingers through my hair as he moves it out of the way brings goosebumps to my flesh. He drops kisses along my shoulders and back, around to my collarbone as he finallyremoves my shirt. I almost shift to cover myself and, as if sensing that very thought, he says, “So beautiful.”
He places his hands on my waist, unzipping my shorts. My heart hammers in my chest, blood boiling as I realize I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been before.
Ever so slowly, he pulls my shorts down. I don’t move, can’t move, until his hands touch the back of my knees. Placing my palms on his shoulders to steady myself, I step out of the shorts until all I’m left in is a lacy thong.
Time stands still, yet he doesn’t rise. Instead, he stays on the floor in front of me with his fingers playfully caressing my legs. My nerves skyrocket once more. Maybe he doesn’t find me attractive? God, wouldn’t that be embarrassing…
“Fuck me,” he groans, placing a kiss on each thigh. “You’re so wet for me already, Petal.”
My pussy clenches hard as the need in his voice urges mine on further. His hands roam around to my bare ass, squeezing the fleshy mounds, but another sensation distracts me. Cool air meets my panties, and I realize he’s blowing softly. My nipples pebble painfully as I stand here, almost naked and on the verge of begging for more.
Then his mouth lands on me, placing a kiss over my panties as he inhales deep. A soft moan escapes me at the contact, causing him to chuckle against my soaked underwear.
He pulls away, slipping two fingers into the sides of my thong and pulling it off me. My thighs are wet, slick with my arousal, and it should embarrass me, but all I feel is need.
“On the bed for me, Petal. On your stomach.”
Without hesitating, I move onto the silky sheets and lay down. Part of me had hoped that the blindfold would shift as I placed my head on the pillow, but I’m left in darkness.
“Do you still trust me?” Wes asks, his hand trailing over the globes of my ass.
“Yes,” I whisper. Just then, a door opens from somewhere to my right, and I realize what I just agreed to.
