Page 44 of Blindsided

I really did want to open it myself, but that would have required removing my hands from the quilt wrapped around my upper body. I turned my head to look up at him. “You, please.”

The request earned me a kiss on my forehead and a smile that made my chest and stomach feel warm in a way I hadn’t expected but welcomed.

He made a show of removing the two pieces of tissue paper, then slowly reached into the bag. After a short pause, I used my shoulder to nudge him a bit. “The suspense is killing me!”

Easton’s chest vibrated with laughter. “I was building intrigue.”

“The intrigue was built two weeks ago when you showed up to my office holding that! It’s well beyond intrigue now. I. Want. To. Know.”

“Bossy.” He might have called me bossy, but he didn’t make me wait any longer and removed his hand, a pair of pink lace panties appearing in front of my eyes.

CHAPTER 20

EASTON

My heart was thumping a little too hard for my liking, and it wasn’t due to nerves about Lincoln’s reaction. My heart rate had sped up while we’d lain in bed after he came. When he’d latched onto my thumb and hadn’t let go, I hadn’t had the heart to pull it from his mouth. Then he’d drifted into a light sleep and eventually pulled the quilt into his arms. He’d looked peaceful in a way I’d never seen.

So I’d stayed behind him with my arm draped over his body and my thumb in his mouth until I knew I had to wake him up. Giving him time to wake up and function more had been a perfect excuse to wait a few extra seconds to pull the item from the bag. When I finally had the panties out, Lincoln’s body stiffened slightly in my grasp.

“Oh.” The word could easily have been dismissive, but I’d heard the little hitch in his voice and the slight aww in the sound he’d made.

“I thought you might want to wear something pretty to go tour DASH tonight.” I ran my free hand over the blanket covering his arms and Lincoln leaned more fully into me.

“They’re so pretty.”

“I thought so too.” I’d almost missed them in the window of the lingerie store. Actually, I had missed them the first time I’d walked by on my way to the arena. It hadn’t been until I was on my way back that I’d spotted the male mannequin through the window. He’d been tucked along the side wall wearing a pair of pink panties.

The fantasy we’d made up that morning had been so vivid in my mind, my feet had already been moving toward the door before I’d made my mind up to walk in. It hadn’t taken but a few seconds and I’d been beside the mannequin, examining the panties.

“For yourself or someone else?” the petite saleswoman had asked.

“My boyfriend,” I’d answered without hesitation.

She’d smiled as though our interaction had been something she had every day. Then again, in her line of work, it might have been. “You’ve got good taste. We just got those in and they’ve been very popular.” She’d silently gestured for me to follow her to a table next to the display, where those panties as well as a few other styles were.

“They reminded me of the character in your book. I thought you’d like them.” When I felt Lincoln tense, I leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “And I thought you’d look amazing in them.”

It wasn’t hard to tell that Lincoln had been surprised by my words. His hushed ohh and the way he ducked his head told me enough.

“What do you think? Do you want to try them on? Possibly wear them to tour DASH?”

Had I blinked, I would have missed Lincoln’s head bob once.

He couldn’t see me, but my smile was huge. “Good boy. Let me get off the bed and I’ll help you get ready.” I’d never been one to help my subs dress and undress, at least not in anything more than the sexual I want those clothes off you now way. With Lincoln, it was natural, and after surprising him with the panties, it was the least I could do for him.

At least that was what I was going to tell myself until I was alone and could unpack how different things felt with Lincoln this time around. Helping him was second nature and I liked it a lot more than I had expected to.

He never argued about it either. Instead of telling me he could get himself ready, he nodded and sat up so that I could slide out of the bed. He waited patiently for me to gather clothes from his closet and return to him. Then he turned willingly to allow his legs to hang over the side while I helped him dress.

The panties easily slid up his legs and over the half chub that continued to fill as I adjusted him inside the pouch. “Beautiful.” The word didn’t surprise me, only that I’d spoken it. Lincoln was beautiful in the pink lace panties. They did nothing to hide him, everything easily seen beneath the lace. “Do you want to go see yourself in the mirror?”

He looked at me with a mixture of confusion and excitement, though I could tell the hint of fear was going to hold him back.

“Come on, beautiful. Let me show you how amazing you look.” Nothing I said was a lie. He was stunning in the panties. I’d never thought of a boyfriend wearing panties for me, but once he’d shared the book and I’d let myself lean into the fantasy during his spanking, I couldn’t figure out why I’d never considered it before.

He wasn’t muscled like me, but the soft curves of the muscles in his furry legs were a stunning contrast to the delicate lace panties hugging his hips as he walked. I couldn’t take my eyes off his ass and the way it moved beneath the fabric. I was kicking myself for not taking care of my hard-on while I’d had Lincoln in my mouth earlier.

I stood behind him and watched in the bathroom mirror as his eyes widened at the sight of himself. “You see it, don’t you? How beautiful you look in those panties.”

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