Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 78521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Careful,” I say. “Your instinct is to tug, but if you stretch your muscles too far, you’ll be in pain tomorrow. Not terrible pain or anything, but you’ll feel like you did some hard lifting.”
“All right.” She visibly relaxes her arms.
She’s a fucking work of art, completely on display.
“I have a marvelous view of your pussy from here,” I say. “Already I see how wet you are for me.”
Her body quivers. I, of course, am still fully dressed. It’s what I prefer when I’m playing the role of Dominant.
I grab one of her legs at the ankle. “I want to see how flexible you are. I’m going to bring your leg forward, and if it starts to pull too harshly, tell me to stop.”
She keeps her legs straight, and it isn’t until her leg and her body form an acute angle that she tells me enough.
“Very nice.” I repeat with the other leg. “Very nice indeed. I’ll be able to bind your legs in many different positions.”
I close my eyes for a moment and see her legs spread and bound straight up, or trussed behind her. Or—
Damn. I need to keep my cool.
“Not tonight,” I say. “We need to ease into that. I want to see how you do with this new form of arm binding. Remember to relax.”
She’s tugging again. She relaxes her arms once more.
“I’m wondering… Should I blindfold you tonight?”
She says nothing. Not that I expect her to. I’m merely thinking out loud. I must go slowly, ease her into trusting me completely. So we’ll focus on a singular sense tonight—the sense of sight.
“I think I’ll let you keep your sense of sight tonight,” I say. “I want you to see me fuck you. In fact…I want you to see everything.”
“Whatever you want,” she says.
“Good answer.” I smile slightly as I loosen my tie. “I’m going to undress for you now, Skye. Slowly. I want you to watch every deliberate movement I make, and I want you to tell me what you’re feeling as you watch me.”
“Okay. Right now I feel like I want you inside me.”
“Easy. You know we always get to that. Focus on your sense of sight tonight, Skye. I told you I want you to see everything. Tell me what the sight of me does to you.”
She nods, moving her hips.
I throw my tie over the back of the chair and unbutton my shirt to reveal a white tank. I brush the cotton dress shirt over my shoulders, baring them.
She sucks in a breath. “I love your shoulders. They’re so tanned and broad.”
I suppress a quick intake of breath. I’m glad she finds me pleasing, but I need to stay focused. I don’t respond, simply pull the tank over my head and toss it.
My nipples go taut as the cool air wafts over them. Skye’s eyes widen, but she says nothing.
“You’re not telling me what the sight of me does to you, Skye.”
“My nipples are so hard,” she says. “I want you to touch them, to kiss them and suck them.”
I unhook my belt and kick off my shoes. Then I unzip my pants, slide them over my hips, and step out of them. I stand only in boxer briefs and socks. My cock is so damned hard.
“Braden, you’re gorgeous. I want you so much right now.”
I remove my socks quickly, slide off my boxer briefs, and step out of them.
My cock juts out—long, hard, and thick.
“I’m so wet, Braden. So damned wet. I need you inside me. I need your lips on my nipples.”
Oh yes, her nipples. Those lovely pink buds on her delicious tits. Damn.
I approach the bed and sit down. “Look at me.”
She meets my gaze.
“Do not take your eyes from mine,” I command. “Watch me. Watch my eyes as I fuck you. Tonight is about seeing, Skye. Do you understand?”
She nods.
“Tell me what you see.”
“I see you, Braden. I see your beautiful blue eyes looking at me. I’ve never felt so beautiful as I feel when you’re looking at me.”
I go mushy inside, which is so unlike me. I love pleasing this woman. I love everything about her. Will she ever understand how truly beautiful she is?
“You are beautiful,” I say, my body so aware of her. “Very beautiful.”
“And you’re magnificent.”
“I want you watching now. Not feeling, not hearing, not talking, not smelling or tasting. Simply seeing.”
“Okay, Braden.”
I brush past her, completely ignoring her breasts.
“Braden…”
I swat her lightly on her thigh, the slight sting to my palm edging straight to my groin. “I said no talking.”
She nods.
This will require the ultimate focus for her, which means I’m giving her some control. It’s a gift. But the gift isn’t the control. The gift is how much she’ll feel when she blocks her other senses and focuses on one.
I lightly trail my fingers over the tops of her thighs. She shudders, which indicates feeling. I won’t admonish her. Focusing on solely one sense is far from easy, but it’s so worth it.