Page 30 of Moon Blind Hearts
“Is there something you need?” I ask, pausing the process I’d been working on.
She nods, the sound of her hair touching her chin loud against my nerves as she moves her head. “Yeah. So, I know you and I are going to be on tonight for photos and a new video. I came to see if you have any ideas about what we can do. I know you three have a schedule and while I do as well, my subs know that the schedule is different for collabs. So I just wanted to see what I should be prepared for.”
Do I have any ideas? The question pops into my head and I glance away from her as if looking in some other direction will make her presence smaller in my mind. It doesn’t work. Not when I can hear the shifting of her clothing against each other. Not when the sound of her cracking her knuckle, almost as a habit, ricochets inside my skull. Of course I have ideas. I have every idea possible, to bend her over this table right now, to torture her as I taste the deep arousal between her thighs, to make her moan my name as I fuck her until we both cream. What I wouldn’t give to grab her roughly right now, shove her against this table, and pound inside her sweet pussy.
I clear my throat. “I don’t like to plan things out.”
“I don’t really work like that,” she replies, shifting her weight. “I need something to go on.”
“I prefer my partners to . . . go in blind,” I say, my fingers tracing the edge of the table in front of me, imagining her pressed against it. “So to say.”
She huffs out a small breath, not in annoyance, but amusement. “Ah, so I’m to be at your mercy, and get a taste of what it’s like for you.”
I smirk. “Would it make you feel better if I tell you I’m also planning to blindfold you?”
She laughs fully this time and shakes her head, the movement making her bright purple and yellow hair shift again. “It’s clever. I’ll give you that.” She crosses her arms. “So, I’ll be blindfolded. Got it. Should I wear anything specific?”
I pause my stroking of the table and focus fully on her. She’s close enough to reach out and touch, so I do. She doesn’t back away, but I pause just before I can touch her cheek. “May I?” When she nods, I press my palm to her jawline, stroking the smooth skin there, memorizing the feeling. “What I wouldn’t give to see you clearly,” I whisper.
I don’t mean to say the words. They slip out before I can catch them, just as the soft breath does from between her lips.
She reaches up and presses her hand against mine, holding me to her. “What’s it like?”
I sigh, my brows furrowing. “You ever drive through a car wash?” She nods. “It’s like when your car is covered in soap and you can’t see out the windows, only in small spots and cracks where the soap runs. Sometimes, you can catch a blurry sight of the brushes coming. Sometimes, you see nothing at all.” I take a deep breath. “It’s a lot like that.”
“I’m sorry,” she murmurs. “That must be hard.”
I shrug. “It is what it is.” I stroke my hand along her cheek and down to her neck, circling her throat gently. “Wear a skirt tonight,” I say. “No panties.”
I hear the sharp intake of breath and because of where my hand is, I also feel it. It’s a beautiful sound, one of arousal and excitement, and it makes me nearly forget that we’re supposed to be purely a business transaction, and not actively dating. My hand moves along her skin, memorizing it. I can see the dark ink designs on her pale skin, so harsh against the smoothness, but by touch alone, there’s no difference. Beautiful, she’s a beautiful blur, made even more beautiful by the personality inside her. I’ve never felt quite like this with any of the other collaborations, but then again, none of them have ever come into the milkhouse and made cheese with me. None of them have ever listened or cared. Outside of collaborations, the women run away from my disability, afraid of it. Not Jules. She doesn’t shy away. She comes with curiosity.
“Skirt, no panties,” she repeats. “Got it.”
I smile, reaching up to press my thumb against her plump lips. “I’ve got you,” I whisper. “Trust me, beautiful.”
She smiles against my thumb. “See you in a few hours then?”
I nod. “See you in a few hours.” And then as an afterthought, I add, “if you need anything before then, questions or . . . to practice, let me know.”
She laughs. “I’m good. See you later, cheese boy.”
I wink at her and turn back to the table, but my hands don’t move as I listen to every step she takes away from me. I have a hard time resuming my work once she’s gone.
All I can think of is the way she’d met me head on . . . and smiled.
Chapter 16
Jules
When Sawyer said I’d be going into this experience blind, he meant it. The first thing that happens when I show up to the media barn is him appearing with a black cloth in his hands. He grins as he lifts it up for me to check out.
“May I?” he asks, asking permission. Always asking permission.
Oak is standing by the computers, tapping on the keys and double-checking all the cameras are working and ready to go. He glances over at me as I look down at the cloth before nodding, but otherwise doesn’t say anything.
“Of course,” I reply, nodding. “You’ve got me, right?”
Sawyer’s smile widens. “I’ve got you. At any point, if you’re uncomfortable, we’ll stop right away. There will be no restraints. You can rescind consent at any point and I’ll stop.”
