Kassam chuckles. "Your games are adorable, my little light. A blindfold? Very well." He obediently closes his eyes, and as he does, the vines he wears in his horns slither over his brow and temples, forming a mask. "Does this suit your needs?"
He's still all smiles, this smug beast, as if all I'm going to do is blindfold him and tickle him or something. Being his wife is forcing me to step my game up, though, and I'm loving it…and I love that I know he's game for everything. But I'll let him go on thinking that it's just going to be a bit of blindfold play. I make a big show of tugging on the vines to make sure they're in place, and then flip one of the leaves up to check his eyes. "No peeking."
"None. I am your humble servant today."
I snort at that. "There's a lot of things you are, husband, but humble is not one of them." I'm rewarded with his grin, and then I get to my feet. I move around him, circling, and then take my dress off, tossing it to the forest floor. He's already undressed, his cock hard, so it's not as if I have to spend a lot of time preparing him. "How are you feeling?"
"Hungry," he says, reaching for my hips and pulling me toward his mouth. "I smell your fragrant cunt and my mouth waters to lick it."
"Mmm, just one lick," I tell him. I'm feeling benevolent.
He pulls me against him and nuzzles at my pussy, his tongue skating over my folds. The breath rushes out from my lungs and I whimper, which makes him chuckle. Oh no, he is not taking the upper hand again. I reluctantly pull him away from the cradle of my thighs.
"Mine," he growls, pushing back against my hand when I tug him away.
"Later," I promise. "I get to have my wicked way with you first."
Kassam chuckles again as I rub my hands all over his broad shoulders. "I am eagerly awaiting it, my little light. Do your worst. It will all be pleasing to me."
"Anything I want?" I trail a fingertip over his clavicle.
"Anything."
"Can I oil you up?"
His mouth twitches with amusement. "You do not even have to ask, my Carly. Oil away."
I tilt his head back and lean down to kiss him, just because he's such a sweetheart. I love this man so much. "Don't worry. I'm going to make you feel so good."
"Because you're going to throw me down on this blanket and ride my face?" he asks hopefully.
That makes me pause, because my pussy is throbbing with want, and indeed, that sounds like an awesome idea. "Later," I say, breathless. "I want to do this first." I trot over to the table that he didn't even look at when he came in, thanks to my distraction, and reach for one of the bowls of oil. It smells like flowers, and another smells like berries. I got several different kinds in case we wanted to try them out in multiple rounds, but that might have been ambitious of me. I glance over at Kassam. He reaches down and furtively strokes his cock, smiling into his blindfold.
Nah, not too ambitious, I decide.
I bring the bowl over to his side. "Oil incoming," I warn him. "Remember your word if you want me to stop."
"You think this is the first time I've been oiled up, my Carly?"
I arch an eyebrow at him. "You think now is the time to tell me that?" I reach over and pinch his nipple.
Kassam groans and his cock twitches. He reaches for it, stroking himself, and a bead of wetness gleams on the tip. "I tell you everything. You are my wife and the most desirable person I have ever met. You are all I could possibly want."
Okay, for that, he gets a pass. I eye him and decide the easiest—and funnest—way to grease him up is for both of us to stand. "Can you get to your feet for me? I want to make sure I get all of you really well."
He laughs again, a curious look on his face, but does as I ask. I tip the bowl and spill some of the oil down his bronzed chest, rubbing it in with my fingers, and then move to his back, doing the same until he's slick, rivulets cascading down his glorious body.
"Can I touch myself?" he asks.
"No. From here on out, you can't touch anything unless I say so," I tell him, deciding to be bossy again. "You have to ask permission for everything."
He grunts, as if slightly irked. "Then may I touch my cock?"
"Nope. That's mine." I set the bowl down a fair distance away and then run my hands up and down his slicked chest. Once they're good and greasy, I slide them lower and cup his sac, then run a hand along his shaft. Kassam's groan is powerful, and heat surges through my own body in response. "God, you have a pretty cock," I breathe as I work his length. "I could touch it all day."
Kassam's breath hitches, lifting one hand out to touch me, and then lowering it again as he remembers our bargain. "It is yours, little light. Touch it all you want."
"It's a shame I had to grease it up," I tease, leaning in as I work his cock, running one slick hand down his shaft and then the other. "I'd love to put my mouth on this beauty and drink you up." When he groans again, I lean in, deliberately brushing my nipples against his chest. "But I guess I should move on to my other plans."
And I grab his ass with my oily hands.
He huffs, the sound both laughter and slightly startled. His hands move to my shoulders as he struggles to keep his balance, and then Kassam gently removes them from me, trying to stay true to our game.
I slither up against him, rubbing against his chest and hard cock as I stroke his buns. God, here I thought I'd be getting him off and I'm crazy horny just from prepping him for what I'm going to do to him. I rub his ass, and then delve my fingers into the cleft of his ass cheeks and press a finger there.
Kassam grabs my shoulder again, groaning. I know he likes this. Every time I blow him, I push a finger into his ass and tickle his prostate and he fucking loves it. He's completely not shy about ass play, and that's another reason why I think today's play is going to go over so well. "Can I go back here?" I ask, stroking the spot in question. "Or do you need to use your word?"
"I need to touch you," he manages, his voice ragged. His cock slips against my belly, leaving a wet trail, and my pussy clenches reflexively. His hands grip my shoulders as I press against his backside, greasing up that spot in particular. "Let me lick your cunt, Carly. I'll make it so good for you."
I wriggle out of his grasp, giving his ass one last squeeze. "I need more oil," I whisper as I get to my feet. He groans a protest, but it only encourages me. "Actually can you do me a favor? I'd love it if you got on your hands and knees."
Most guys would probably refuse, but Kassam isn't like most guys. He's a god, for one, and from what he's told me, he's led quite an adventurous life. He's secure in who he is, and he's tried a lot of stuff, so he simply cocks his head and thinks. "Are you going to fuck me?"
"In the ass," I agree. "With a dildo. That okay or do you need to use your word?"
A wide smile spreads across Kassam's laughing face. "Ah, my Carly. I love the way your mind works." He pauses. "And then after I come, I get to lick your cunt and make you come too, yes?"
I adore that he's thinking of me. "As if I'm not gonna like doing this to you?" I tease. "But yes, we'll do both, I promise."