He runs a hot hand over my stomach, and my core warms.
“So what are you doing? You just…decided to tie me up?”
He chuckles. “I needed to get you back for what you did to me that Sunday morning, hijacking my sleep like that. So I’m kidnapping you.”
“What does this kidnapping involve?” I purr.
He straddles me and then starts to undo the buttons on the white blouse I’m wearing, kissing my skin a little more toward my belly button as each button comes off.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“I do.”
“Then sit back and enjoy this.”
Once my shirt is unbuttoned, he unsnaps my strapless bra and slips it off.
And then the kisses to my body start.
He lavishes my neck, my chest, my lips, even my eyelids and my nose which makes me giggle.
“Mmm,” he growls. “I love your cute little laugh.”
He’s so attentive and generous with his kisses, it’s hard to believe this is the same man who was spanking me, fucking me hard, and saying those raw and dirty things to me this afternoon.
Then, getting up, he goes to his backpack and pulls what looks like a little black cloth or something out.
He gets back onto the bed and my chest swells at what it really is: a blindfold. Even though I trust him, when he slips it over my eyes I clench my fists behind my head nervously.
It turns me on a hell of a lot, too.
Once the blindfold is on, my other senses suddenly heighten. The Old Spice he’s wearing is more present, the Bossa Nova track in the background, the way the felt cuffs feel on my wrists.
“I bought these cuffs this week. Something special just for you,” he says.
I love the sound his mouth makes as he starts to kiss and nibble an area he missed: my tits.
He licks them, blows on them, then bites them just a little, which sends jolts of pleasure through my body and my core.
I run my tongue over my lips.
“I really want you to fuck me right now,” I say.
“But teasing you is so much fun,” he says, low and gravelly.
A wave of warmth runs over my skin when he says that.
“Please, Luke. I’m so turned on right now. If I don’t have you inside me soon I think I might explode.”
“Don’t do that…I kinda like having you around, Sky. It’d be a shame if you exploded.”
I pull my arms up because I kind of want to slap him, forgetting that they’re attached to the bedposts.
“You’re such a dick,” I plead.
“I think you came plenty already today,” he says, pressing his mouth close to my ear.
I feel his hands pull my skirt off of my hips and a feeling of relief sets in.
“Yes,” I mewl. “Fuck me, Luke.”
He growls in my ear, “So impatient. I’m going to have to teach you that’ll never get you anywhere with me.”
He kisses my throat delicately then, with his open mouth and tongue.
“Fucking asshole,” I grit out, gnashing my teeth together.
My nostrils flare, I’m actually getting angry.
I twist and thrash my hips, trying to detach the handcuffs from my wrists but they are curiously hard to detach.
“Naughty girl, trying to escape,” Luke says. I hear something light land on the floor—a piece of clothing? I pray he’s finally taking off his boxers. “What you’re forgetting is that you’re all mine tonight, Sky. You’ve been kidnapped.”
I say nothing, just breath hard, feeling the pulse between my legs. I’ve never felt more in my life like it’s not optional to have something inside me.
It’s so hot but frustrating at the same time. He hasn’t even touched below my belly button, let alone grazed my clit yet.
“Good girl, Sky. Fuck, you’re so good for Daddy.”
A hot bolt of lightning strikes through me. Jesus. What is it about Luke saying that word that sets me off?
Finally, one of his hands finds its way below my waist. The other stays up above my breasts, massaging my chest, neck, and shoulders, and occasionally he slips a finger or two into my mouth. He traces his fingers up and down my thighs, provocatively—clearly on purpose—circling around my opening.
Whatever he’s doing, it’s working.
I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
The part about me being a bomb ready to explode? Yeah, I don’t think that’s far from exaggeration.
“I just love savoring you,” he says. “I love how ready you are. And I can’t wait to make you go off.”
His fingers must be hovering less than an inch over my opening, so close I can feel their warmth.
Finally—finally—he delivers, running his finger in circles, featherlight around my slick opening.
I let out a desperate moan of relief, so aroused, so ready for Luke to push me over the edge.
“Sky, I’m going to make you come with the force of a thousand suns. You ready?”
“Oh God yes, Luke! Please!”
“I love your fucking enthusiasm.”
He dips a finger, then two, inside me. I’m so wet he slides in with no problem whatsoever.
When he curls them up, he hits a spot inside me that seems to make me blind with pleasure—except that I’ve already got a blindfold on.
“Fuck yes, oh God,” I moan, arching my hips into him. His fingers have never felt quite like this, never quite so deliciously good.
A symphony of pleasure pours into every nook of my being as he presses into that spot inside me.
“Stay right there,” I say, and I feel how his fingers seem to be responding to my every thrust. I imagine him kneeling right beside me, watching me as the crescendo works upward for minutes, one, two, ten, twenty? I lose track of time as he keeps up the rhythm, slow building waves of ecstasy coming over me.
What puts me over the edge is Luke’s voice.
When he moans, low, and guttural, and says, “Christ, Cielo. You look so deliciously hot right now. I might explode too, just from the sight of you.”
My scream is as loud as they come, when I come. If the whole house didn’t know what we were up to, they do now and I don’t care.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” I yell out.
He doesn’t.
I ride the wave as the wettest orgasm I’ve ever experienced crashes through me for minutes—minutes.
Not that our sex afterward isn’t good—it’s amazing—but when he presses into me I’m so high I can barely process what just happened.
My world is a blur as he removes the blindfold, the cuffs come off my wrists, and it’s never felt so unbelievable to just look at a man and wrap my hands around his back as he fucks me, riding the wave of whatever just happened late into the night.
When I come to, I’m a sweaty mess, and we jump in the shower together in my house to rinse off, and then head back to my room.
Luke puts on his sweatpants and a shirt, then opens my door to head out without saying anything.
“Um…goodbye?” I say as he heads out.
He pokes his face back into the doorframe.
“Oh, I’m not leaving.”
“Where are you going?”
“Just wait here a sec,” he says, putting up a finger.