Page 27 of Blinded
“What is going through that beautiful head of yours?” His voice sounded rough from sleep.
Sandra shrugged, not ready to talk about it. I need to make my mind up first, damn it!
With what she hoped was a brave face, she turned over and propped up on one elbow, her free hand resting lightly on his chest. “I was thinking I could use a shower. I took my makeup off last night, but I still have what feels like an entire bottle of hairspray on my head.”
He picked up her hand from his chest and pressed a tender kiss on her palm. Her resolve melted. “Then let me get you to the bathroom.”
Before Sandra could reply, he scooped her up and had her over his shoulder.
“Hey,” she complained, “what is it with you and the fireman’s carry? You’re a surgeon for crying out loud.” She tried to wriggle out of his hold.
He didn’t answer but hoisted her up higher and swatted her ass.
“Ow – that hurts.”
“Keep still, and it won’t.”
Sandra let her body go limp. He wasn’t a sadist, but he was definitely a Dom, and would deliver on his promise. Sandra liked sensation play and could handle a good spanking, but she wasn’t a masochist and needed a proper build-up to enjoy the bite of pain.
GT entered the bathroom and lowered her to the floor by gliding her sensually down the length of his body.
“Use the toilet, while I turn on the water,” he said without blinking an eye. Pee in front of him? I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with that. But with the water running and the mention of her bodily functions, she couldn’t ignore her sudden need.
Tentatively, Sandra raised the cover and sat down. Relief and embarrassment warred within her as she emptied her bladder. She flushed the toilet and stepped away to wash her hands.
“The water’s warm, step in while I use the facilities.”
Sandra hurried into the shower and stepped under the spray when she heard the distinctive sound of him relieving himself. Ugh, I hope I wasn’t that loud!
“Heads up! Going to flush.” Before Sandra had the chance to react, the shower water went scalding hot, and she squealed and jumped backward. A grinning GT entered the shower stall, and she slapped his bare chest. “What?” He made a quasi-innocent face. “I warned you.”
He took down the showerhead and helped her sit down on the built-in shower bench. With careful movements, he wet her hair and gave the showerhead to her. He used a unisex shampoo and lathered up. With infinite tenderness and care he washed her hair, rinsed and soaped it up again. Sandra didn’t know what to think of his actions. This was the way lovers acted, and not the casual fuck buddies she had assumed they were. She wondered if she’d made a mistake by coming home with him and given him the wrong impression. Sandra opened her eyes to see her face was level with his crotch and a prominent erection – now that she knew how to handle!
Sandra reached for the bar of Old Spice Swagger on the shelf and started to lather up. She grabbed his cock with soapy hands, and GT groaned with the contact. Sandra allowed herself a triumphant smile before focusing on giving him pleasure. She used her left hand to massage his balls while her right hand stroked his length and covered him in suds. When she had him well lubricated, she alternated her hands in firm upward strokes. After the tenth time she swept her thumb teasingly over the slit and slid her hands ten times from the tip to his groin. She repeated the move nine times up and then nine times down. GT widened his stance and his head tipped back. Sandra continued with the sensual countdown but when she bent forward to take him in her mouth, he halted her. She looked up into dark, hungry eyes.
“I want to fuck you.” His hands went under her armpits, and he helped her up and turned her around. GT positioned one of her legs on the built-in bench and pressed her hands against the wall.
His large hand cupped one buttock as his erection poked at her entrance. Sandra leaned her head against the cold tiles but stiffened. “Condom?” she panted.
He cursed. “Good save, hana. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
The shower stall door opened, cool air wafted over her, and she could hear the crinkle of a foil wrapper.
GT gazed at the woman opposite him. After showering, they’d prepared breakfast together and he’d enjoyed working with her beside him as much as he enjoyed sex with her. He’d never felt like this around a woman before.
Sandra wasn’t like any other woman he’d known. He’d tied up others, but none had given themselves over to him the way she did. He’d met plenty of women who were adept socially, but Sandra seemed to genuinely care about his family’s foundation. It was a great sign she’d come home with him after the function. Maybe it was time to move things along a bit. “What are your plans for Christmas?”
Sandra swallowed the last bite of her croissant and took time to dab her mouth with a napkin. “Umm, Christmas Eve, I go to my parents. We go to church together and I sleep in my old room. The next day we have brunch with some friends of my parents and then an open house in the afternoon.”
He took a swallow of coffee. “My mother, sister, and I have dinner and watch It’s a Wonderful Life on Christmas Eve. Christmas Day, we serve at the KC Community Kitchen. How about we meet in the evening on the twenty-sixth?”
“You want to go to the club? Are they even open with Christmas?” Sandra fiddled with her coffee cup.
“No, not to the club.” Did she still have him in the ‘just for sex’ category? “I want to celebrate Christmas with you.”
Sandra’s hand froze with her coffee cup halfway to her mouth. “What does that mean? You want to tie me up in red and green rope?”
“No, Sandra. I want to have Christmas dinner with you. Is that so strange?” He cocked an eyebrow and lowered his head to stare at her.
