Page 25 of Blinded
“Good enough.” He took a slow sip of his wine and cocked his head and studied her until she had the urge to squirm in her seat. “We don’t need to have sex. You know that, right?”
Sandra wondered how she could convince him she was ready for intercourse. She stared into the wine looking for answers, but the dark liquid didn’t reply to her unspoken question. Sandra took another sip, and suddenly she knew what to do. She placed the glass on the low table beside the recliner and rose to her feet. GT studied her with narrowed eyes and stroked his bottom lip in a sexy but seemingly unconscious move. With slow and what she hoped were graceful movements she walked up to him and knelt inches away from his feet. GT’s audible intake of breath had her heart soaring, but she lowered her head submissively and placed her hands, palms up, on her spread legs. “Please, make love to me, Sir.”
His hand stroked her hair, and Sandra closed her eyes at the comfort of his touch. “There’s nothing I want to do more, my hana.”
Sandra squealed in surprise as he picked her up from the floor, swung her over his shoulder, and carried her in a fireman’s hold through the sunroom and hallway, up the stairs and into the master bedroom. “N-Neanderthal!” The outrage she strived for was ruined by the laughter erupting from her.
When he entered what must be the master bedroom, he kicked the door closed, turned and let her slide down his body to the floor. GT pressed Sandra against the cool wooden door and she fisted her hands in his shirt. His position screamed dominance, but he touched her carefully, almost reverently. She didn't know if she had been expecting him to devour her ravenously, but he cradled her head tenderly with his right hand, his other lightly resting on her hip. Sandra swallowed as he slowly lowered his head to hers, his gaze flickering from her eyes to her mouth and back. He whispered his lips over her mouth in the most tender kiss Sandra had ever received, and she opened her lips and caressed him back. His hand slid from the back of her neck to her face, and she dropped her head back as he trailed a path of kisses along her cheek to her neck. When he returned to her mouth, his kiss became more heated and Sandra's knees buckled. He was right there to pick her up and cradle her against his chest. GT took three firm strides to the bed and settled her on the mattress. When he climbed after her to loom over her, the words she tried to form died in the back of her throat. The look of hunger on his face was equally exhilarating and frightening.
“Let me undress you and admire your beautiful body,” he said in a husky voice.
He had seen her naked so many times before, but here in the confines of his bedroom, on the verge of having sex for the first time, she was apprehensive. Does he like my body? Aren’t my boobs too small? Her self-questioning evaporated when he leaned closer to lift her shirt over her head, and a very distinct and hard erection brushed against her leg.
Sandra lifted her butt to help him pull off her jeans and leaned back on her elbows as GT grabbed the back of his shirt with one hand and pulled the fabric over his head in one fluid movement. “Lie back, jujun'na. Don’t move. I want to admire you.” His eyes roved over her body, and he seemed to take in every inch. Then his hands followed the same path. Sandra watched as GT stroked the lines the rope had left on her upper arms. The skin tingled under his touch, and it took all her control not to squirm.
“You’re so beautiful, wearing my marks,” GT murmured as he studied her through half-lidded eyes. His pupils were dilated, making the stormy grey of his irises close to invisible. He was captivating and sexy. He stroked her body with assertive and capable hands – the steady hands of a surgeon and the knowing touch of a skilled lover.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you?” he asked with a boyish grin. Sandra bobbed her head enthusiastically. She wanted that kind of intimacy with this man. She watched with rapt attention as he sheathed himself with a condom.
“Spread your legs.”
Sandra did as ordered, and GT settled between her outstretched limbs. He took her legs and pushed them up, so her knees were at her chest, and her heels touched her buttocks. GT pulled a rope out of his nightstand and tied her hands to her bent legs in a frog position. With a satisfied smile he positioned his cock at her entrance. “Bound and open for my use.” His words added to her arousal.
When he started to press inside her, Sandra closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of him entering her. With her bent like a pretzel, he seemed to sink into her endlessly, but finally his hips pressed against hers, and he held perfectly still.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and Sandra peeled open her eyes. She gasped at the look on his face. His usual arrogance and determination were gone. The vulnerability in his expression stole her breath away. Never had someone looked at her like she was his entire world. Then every coherent thought left her as he licked his thumb and softly stroked her clit. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and he started to thrust into her with hard, deep, and fast strokes.
Sandra moaned at the dual sensation, and GT made a satisfied sound.
“I love it that this beautiful body is mine to use –” He slammed into her. “To bind –” He swirled his hips and pulled back. “To fuck.” He abandoned her clit and tightened his hands on her sides in a painful and punishing grip. Her pussy clasped his cock. GT’s head fell back, and he groaned. “I can feel my seed drawing up.” He panted. “Ready to shoot, but I want you to come with me. He pulled out and undid the knots with swift pulls, before he helped Sandra to turn to her belly.
“Play with your clit while I take you from behind. I want to fuck you hard and deep.”
To his amazement and pleasure, she followed his order and turned. She was perfect for him! He didn’t want a doormat or a fulltime submissive, but he had been looking for a woman he could bind and fuck the way he liked and who enjoyed both. GT took a moment to admire the firm globes of her ass and her long, toned legs as she played with herself. Fuck me! Wet dream material!
Her leg muscles tightened under her smooth skin, and he stroked from her thigh to her calves and back. His dick jumped against his belly – impatient fucker.
“Are you almost ready to come, hana?”
“Yess, Sir,” she hissed in the throes of passion.
He settled between her legs again and positioned his cockhead at her entrance. With a rock of his hips, he worked himself back into her heated depth. She was holding him like a vise from this angle, and he would make it even tighter. He worked his legs over hers and pressed them together. Her cunt squeezed his length like a glove. The relentless movement of her fingers over her clit and the twisting of inner muscles adding to the sensation. Time to fuck them both into oblivion.
He pulled back and slammed in. Sandra moaned, and he started hammering into her with a ferocity that amazed him. He didn’t let up the pace until Sandra stiffened under his body, and the contractions of her orgasm triggered his release. GT kept pumping his hips to prolong the fantastic feeling until his legs threatened to give out and he carefully lowered himself onto his elbows beside her head. Sandra’s breathing was labored, but she wasn’t moving when he nuzzled her tangled hair away from her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her naked flesh. GT slowly pulled out of her and got up to discard the used condom. It could have been because he hadn’t had sex in a long time or it could have been her, but he couldn’t remember coming this hard or being this satisfied after. He returned with a washcloth and a towel and cleaned Sandra, who was almost asleep. He looked down at her prone form, suddenly in a hurry to join her in bed. He dropped the used towel and washcloth on the floor and crawled in next to her. He was rewarded as she molded her body with his, and he pulled the duvet over them. It took a long time for sleep to take him. His mind went over all the possibilities. Finally, they were getting somewhere. Their future would hold many such nights, he hoped. GT had never thought he would want to settle down, but with Sandra everything was different. How could he resist such a beautiful, sweet submissive in his ropes and the bedroom but a feisty woman everywhere else? She challenged him in every way, and he found he liked it. He curled his arm possessively around her chest and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Eight
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me to St. Louis?” her mother pleaded.
“No Mother, I’m not interested in going to Neiman Marcus with you. Why do you need to go all the way to St. Louis for a dress anyway? KC has plenty of good stores.”
“You know I run less chance of someone turning up in the same dress I’m wearing if I shop out of town.”
“Well, I’m going to get my dress from Wilma’s. That’s a guarantee it will be one-of-a-kind.”
Sandra didn’t understand why she had this conversation with Gisela every time they attended some function. Sandra thought it was a total waste of money to buy a new dress every time, but she’d given up that fight ten years ago. When Wilma had started her boutique in Zona Rosa, she’d stopped going with her mother to the exclusive store. Wilma’s clothes were stylish, unique, and custom-made for a fraction of the prices at Neiman Marcus.
At least now she only went to St. Louis to shop. When Sandra was a child, her mother had routinely gone to New York or Chicago to do her shopping, but her father had called a halt to that as Sandra came of age.
