Page 72 of Don't Make Me Beg
When I reach the bottom, I secure the end with a hair tie and give it a nice tug. “Come on now, I think you can show a little more enthusiasm than that.” I tilt her chin up, our lips barely a whisper apart. “Now, why don’t you ask me nicely, and I’ll show you just how hard I can make you come.”
The look of shock on her face already has my cock twitching. I can’t wait to see the way she looks when I finally make her come.
“Luka… Please,” She leans up to kiss me, but I back away before our lips touch.
“That’s more like it…” I touch my finger to her nose, a satisfied smile pulling at my lips. “Normally, I’d never do this without a contract in place, but tonight I’ll make an exception. It’s only because I feel sorry for you, so please don’t think it is anything more than that.”
I see the question forming behind her eyes, but before she can ask, I reach behind me and tug the back of my shirt over my head.
Scout’s eyes flare with something that looks like arousal, her breathing shallow as she stares at my tattoo-covered chest. It’s the second time I’ve caught her staring at my tattoos, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think she may like them.
I give her a knowing wink before dropping to my knees so that we’re eye level.
I watch her throat work as she swallows a gulp.
“All right, so here’s how this is going to go,” I continue, as I roll the shirt halfway, making a long, thin strip. “I’m going to tie this around your eyes, and you are going to do exactly as I say.”
“You really think blindfolding me is going to make me orgasm?” she asks, looking at the rolled-up t-shirt and back to me.
I tilt my head side to side. “Among other things… Yes.” I tie the shirt around the crown of her head, adjusting it so it’s snug but not too tight. “Don’t overthink it. I promise I’ll only touch you where your skin is visible. Are you comfortable with that?”
She bites her lip as she considers it, but I already see the swirling excitement flashing behind her eyes, her dilated pupils, the way her breathing’s hitched. She’s curious, and fuck if that’s not my fucking kryptonite.
“Good. We haven’t discussed any of your limits, so can you just let me know if you’re claustrophobic? Are you okay with some light restraint?”
“No… and yes… I think? Why? What are you planning on doing to me?”
“Now, what fun would it be if I ruined the surprise?” A smirk pulls at my lips as I continue, “Your safe word is Thin Mints. You say that, and I promise I’ll stop. No questions asked. Understand?”
She nods, looking so fucking terrified I can’t stand it. I’m not sure if she’s still feeling the effects of the weed, and I need to be sure she knows that she’s in control.
“I need to hear you say it, Scout. Tell me you understand. Tell me you want this.”
Her eyes find mine, and she nods more enthusiastically this time. “Yes. Please. I want this.”
I scrub a hand down my face as a growl escapes from the back of my throat. How the fuck is she this good? She’s playing into every one of my kinks, and she doesn’t even know it.
“Good girl,” I croon, not missing the way her breath hitches from my praise. I slide the shirt over her eyes. “Now, lie back against the bench. Hands on the strap above your head.”
The sound of heavy rain and thunder fills the silence around us as she reaches her arms above her head. Since she can’t see, I help her with the straps, placing them in each of her hands. Her small fist clenches the straps, her nervousness so intense, I almost confuse it for my own.
The charge between us crackles: alive, magnetic, impossible to ignore. If there were any doubts in my mind about going through with this, they fly right out the window the moment I see her lying there, looking so fucking perfect as she submits so beautifully for me.
With a shaky breath, I drop back down to my knees as I take advantage of her blocked vision, letting my eyes graze over the curves I know she’s got hidden beneath those baggy clothes.
What I’d give to really have her like this, tied up and helpless as I took her any way I liked. It’s not too far of a stretch to think she’d be into it… I can’t help but wonder how far that curiosity of hers goes.
But that’s not what this is about. Tonight isn’t for me.
“When you remove one of the body’s senses, the others are heightened,” I say as I slowly move to stand over her. It’s going to be a challenge keeping my hands to myself, but I’m confident enough in my verbal communication skills that I’m not the least bit worried about how this is going to go.
She’s already responding so well to my orders. I can see how turned on she’s getting just from the anticipation alone.
I bend down so that my breath is on her ear. “Spread your legs a little for me.”
She startles at my command, but she doesn’t release her hold of her hand straps. Once again, she does as she’s told, her pretty thighs falling open at my command, and my mouth waters for a taste. I wet my lips, unable to help myself as I trail a knuckle over her thigh.
It’s technically not touching her if it’s over her clothes.
