Page 41 of Only for the Week
She looks at me with glossy eyes and dips her head bashfully. I pull her into me and kiss her with everything in me. I want her to feel this kiss down to her toes. I want what I feel for her to be imprinted on her skin. I grip the waistband of her pants and pull them down, dropping to my knees so I can provide her with support to get her shoes and pants off. She looks down at me with pure adoration and it hits me so deeply in the chest I almost fall over.
When I stand back up, she helps me get her top off, leaving her in nothing but her pink lace lingerie set. I back her up to the bed, picking her up and placing her right in the middle.
“I want to try something with you. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she says without hesitation.
I grab the edge wrap scarf I bought for her in case she found herself in my room without it and place it on the bed. Then, I go to the bathroom and take the belts from the robes the hotel provided and add them to the pile.
Taking a moment to appreciate the sight of her on the bed, nipples pebbled through her bra, legs spread, and face tinged with curiosity, I rummage through my carry-on to find my headphones and add them to the pile on the bed.
I sit on the edge of the bed, keeping my feet on the floor. “I want to explain to you exactly what I want to do so you’re not afraid.”
“Okay.”
“I want to take away your senses one by one. I think right now what you’re struggling with is the need to control the outcome of what happens between you and your sister. You said you like the freedom of having to give away control sometimes, so I’d like to show you the pleasure you can experience by surrendering control elsewhere.”
“Have you done this before?”
“I have.” While I’m not a pro by any means, I feel comfortable enough that I can give her what she needs, safely.
“What will you do?”
“You can play around with one sense or all of them. For tonight, I’d like to focus on three: touch, sight, and hearing.” I go into detail about how I will use the headphones, scarf, and robe ties and she eyes the items on the bed as I do. “If it ever gets to be too much, you tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”
“I’m with you.”
I lean down to suck her nipple to my mouth through her bra. Her hands immediately fly to the back of my neck as I undo the clasps of her bra. When the final clasp is undone, I release her nipple so that I can slide the bra down her arms.
She lifts her hips so I can pull her panties down, her folds already glistening with her desire for me. Grabbing the robe ties, I grab one of her wrists and bind it to the bedpost. I do the same with the other wrist and then I double check to make sure both ties are flat so as not to cut off her circulation and that neither are tied too tight. She pulls against the restraints, seemingly pleased with the level of resistance.
“I don’t have enough to bind your feet so I’m going to leave them free. I’m trusting you to not use them to touch me, J. Can you be my good girl and do that for me?”
Her eyes darken as she licks her lips. “You can trust me.”
A sinister smile creeps up on my face. “Good.” I trace light circles around her inner thigh and she squirms under my touch. So sensitive already. I cover her entire body with gentle touches. Soft foot massages, a swipe of my fingers across her nipples, a chaste kiss against her belly. Her movements become more erratic. With every caress, she bucks beneath my fingers, but not in an effort to push me away. No, she’s trying to pull me in closer. Make me as desperate for her as she feels at this moment. Little does she know, my desperation for her is a constant that I’ve grown accustomed to quite quickly.
I want to disabuse her of the notion that instant gratification is the name of the game tonight. Tonight is all about letting go.
“Rome, please. I need you,” she cries, trying like hell to keep her legs pinned to the bed but failing.
“Do you not like the way I touch you, J?” My fingers spread her pussy, causing her eyes to slam shut.
“Mmm, I want more,” she moans.
Seeing her like this, delirious with want when I’ve barely touched her, brings out an animalistic pride in me. The kind that makes you want to beat your chest and claim her to the world.
I reach behind me for the scarf and hold it out in front of her. “You ready for this?”
She nods her head insistently. “I’m so ready.”
I tie the scarf around her eyes, not too tight but tight enough so I know it won’t slip. “Can you see me?”
“N-no.”
“Good. Relax, J. I got you.”
I stand from the bed, and she notices the shift of weight on the bed immediately. Her head jerks to the now empty space. Quietly, I move to the foot of the bed so I can watch her. Her legs flail around, trying to create the friction she craves but failing to add up to what I can provide. She starts to tug at her restraints whipping her head from side to side in hopes to hear the slightest movement from me.
