Page 3 of Maverick
I nodded before remembering he couldn’t see me. “I understand.”
“Good.” A soft pat to my ass, and he stepped away. I groaned at the loss of him.
Soft pink light slowly crept over the room. It was barely enough to see by, but it highlighted the closed door to my left. Swallowing hard, I let myself inside. The same light crawled over the walls and despite having the privacy, I didn’t turn on anymore—I didn’t want to ruin the mood.
I powered off my phone and left it on the counter, then undid my belt and kicked out of my shoes and jeans. I peeled out of my socks for good measure and whipped my shirt over my head. Nervous, I took a risk and glanced at myself in the mirror. Theonly thing that remained were my lacy panties, which left little to the imagination. Diesel had picked those out himself, sending me the link through the online forum so I could order them.
The deep green contrasted my olive-toned skin and when I’d put them on, the soft material cradled my cock and balls in a way that made me wonderwhyI’d waited so damn long to try them. My erection pressed against the silk-lined pocket, and I pressed the heel of my hand to it, shuddering at the sensation. God, I hadn’t been touched in so long…
Before I could lose myself, I unfolded the bundle of fabric that Diesel had put in my hand. A satin blindfold fell from the folds of a leather skirt and fluttered into the sink. At first, I didn’t think the thing would fit and when I stepped into it, I hardly had the room to zip it up in the back. It wastight, hugging my ass and my hips. Laced-up cutouts highlighted the Vs of my Adonis Belt. The hem, barely long enough to cover my sexy underwear, cut high on my toned thighs. Looking in the mirror at the man staring back at me, I should have been confused. Hard, cut muscles shouldn’t pair so well with skirts and lace—but they did.
Running my hands over the black skirt, I could only conclude one thing: it feltdamngood.
Next, I retrieved the blindfold from where it had fallen to the sink. With shaking hands, I closed my eyes and opened the bathroom door.
2
DIESEL
I’d been speakingwith Teddy for a few weeks. I was almost ashamed to admit that when we’d spoken about what he wanted—to be someone’s little princess—I wasn’t expectinghimto walk into the room. I’d gotten quite the feel as he stood in front me, and he was ripped. I towered over most, but Teddy nearly looked me in the eye. With broad shoulders and pecs that rippled under my palm when he breathed, I imagined the man to be a walking wet dream.
And that wasbeforehe took his clothes off.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, the dim light highlighted the curves of his muscles and solidified my theory. He wore nothing but that skirt, laced up at the sides to tease at the green panties he wore underneath. He shifted in place, drawing my attention to the way his perfect ass and thick thighs filled out the leather inallthe right places.
He wasstunning.
Definitely an athlete—it had to be football, like me. The phrase “built like a linebacker” didn’t come from thin air. You didn’t get that kind of body without the kind of rigorous training that we did. For a moment, I wondered if we knew each other.
I shook that thought away quickly. This man asked to be blindfolded for a reason, along with using a fake name. He didn’twantto know who I was. He’d wanted the mystery, the tactile overload that came with having one of your senses taken away. It wasn’t something I’d ever been interested in, but some submissives loved it—and I was more than happy to give it to them. “Are you ready to get started?”
The boy jolted at the sound of my voice, head whipping around in my direction. “Yes…”
I answered the unspoken question in his voice. “‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy.’ Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”
Teddy let out a sigh of relief, the tension fading from his shoulders. He kept his eyes shut tight, clenching his fist around the strap of silk in his hand. “Yes, Daddy.”
I shuddered, elated that he’d chosenthathonorific for me. It was my personal favorite and rolling off his lips? Well, it may have been too soon to say, but he may have ruined it for all my future partners. With a deep breath to center myself, I stepped forward, taking the blindfold from him. “We’ve already talked about limits,” I said softly, bringing the fabric around his eyes. “How’s that feel?”
“Good,” he practically moaned. “So good.”
I grinned to myself. He was finding his comfort in his sub space. He was a submissive through and through. His ease in doing so told me without words that he needed me to take charge. He needed to let go, and he trustedmeto help him do that.
Pacing in a slow circle around him, I used my fingers to map out the ridges and valleys across his back. A compass was inked into his skin, right between his shoulder blades—fresh, if the lines under my fingertips were anything to go by. “Is this your only tattoo?”
“Mmhmm.”
He didn’t expound, so I didn’t press further. My hands curled around his thick hips, squeezing and drawing a gasp right out ofhim. Goddamn. I thought he looked good in jeans but in the skirt? He was even more delicious. “You look fucking breathtaking, princess.”
He whimpered, trembling. I wrapped an arm around him and tugged, bringing his back flush to my front. I nuzzled into his neck, trying not to get used to how good he felt in my arms—like he was made to be there. My hands curved under the globes of his ass and cupped the taut flesh in my hands. I smirked, knowing what awaited me beneath the leather of that skirt.
Teddy danced in place, grinding that perfect ass right over my thickening cock. He moaned, repeating the motion as he felt my erection digging into his back. “Can I have a color please?” I strained.
“Green.”
“Good. Thank you.”
I squeezed his ass, and Teddy pressed a palm to his lap. Reaching around to take that hand, I guided it back to his side. “That’s the last time you touch your cock without permission tonight.”
