Page 11 of The Reward of You

I stare at the crystal flute. No way. That can’t be plastic. Apparently, my disbelief is evident on my face because Sam rolls his eyes and taps it on the counter. Oh, my God, it is plastic. Sam fills it with white wine and hands it to me.

“There will be some kind of fitting punishment later for even thinking I would ever put you in danger like that, Noelle.”

“Sorry,” I mutter. “Mostly I’m feeling stupid for not knowing such a thing existed and therefore preventing the accident in the first place.”

Sam grimaces and kneels beside the tub. “Well, I did find it inside the store you refused to go into. So there’s that. However, your only responsibility right now is to drink wine.”

“Seriously?” I grin at his chiseled cheekbones.

“Yep. I will be your bath attendant.”

Those words sound delightful until I discover just how wicked Sam can be with a washcloth. I suppose the old me would have shrunk back in embarrassment at being seen naked so early in a relationship. But there’s something about him having already seen me naked and spouting blood that has served as a definite ice breaker.

Sam starts innocently enough, but I feel a strange pull on my core when he slides the washcloth ever so slowly over the calf muscle of my left leg. My toes twitch. Nothing about this is overtly sexual. He’s not poking or prodding me anywhere. Just lots and lots of damn sliding andlingering. I whimper.

Sam looks up and smiles. His eyes turn to liquid silver as he tops up my glass. “Finish that and I’ll get you out. This is supposed to be relaxing, not get you drunk.”

Finally, he gives some attention to my needy breasts and I sink my head back against the rim of the tub with a happy sigh.

I keep waiting for his mouth, but I don’t get it. Instead, he plucks the glass from my hand and reaches out a firm hand to help me out of the water. I’m achy when I’m standing on the mat. Sam gives the same careful attention to drying me off as he did with the washcloth, and I’m at a loss for words. I want neither more nor less torture. I want Sam. I want his cock that I can clearly see pushing against the zipper of his jeans.

Instead, he sticks his hand in the pocket, making my eyes widen and pulls out a length of black silk.

“Wha-?” I start to ask, only to have Sam’s thumb push between my lips.

“Only two words, Noelle, andwhatisn’t one of them,” he admonishes me gently.

But he answers the question anyway by wrapping the silk over my eyes and tying it at the back. It’s not a solid blindfold. I can still make out the broad shape of Sam and the door.

My breath comes in shallow pants at the newness of it all. But he promised I wasn’t on the hook for anything and I believe him.

Still, I’m surprised into a squeak when he effortlessly picks me up and carries me into the bedroom.

Then he’s fastening something around my left wrist. I try to look, but I can’t quite make it out. When he repeats that on the right, I start to get anxious. Sam pauses and drops a brief kiss on my lips. “These aren’t true restraints, beautiful. Relax your arm and you can slip right out of it. Try it.”

I frown and do as he instructs. He’s right. I’m not truly tied down. Then what’s the point?

Sam must be getting good at reading my mind. “The purpose of these, baby, is that now you know exactly what to do with your arms and legs. Which is nothing. Everything is right where it should be and you don’t need to think about anything but your two words.” As he says this, he repeats the procedure on my ankles. I’m spread-eagled on my own bed and, dare I say it, excited about what comes next.

The warmth of Noelle’s skin and the soft little murmurs she makes as I tease her with my mouth are my undoing. If she didn’t hold all of my heart before, she has it now.

I lay soft kisses down as I move up her body, making sure every inch of her feels loved. And reassuring her that she truly has nothing to figure out right now. When I finally settle between her thighs to kiss her pussy, she moans. I raise my head to make sure she’s still good, but she surprises me with, “No, no, no.More, Sam! I want more ofthat!”

“Yes, Ma’am,” is my only response before I turn all my attention to making her pussy feel as loved as the rest of her. She cums hard and fast when I suck her swollen clit into my mouth. Her legs twist against my thighs as she spasms. “Sam!”

I pause briefly to raise my head. “More or less, baby?”

Her head twists frantically on the pillow. “I don’t know!”

I grin and give her inner thigh a small nip with my teeth. Noelle’s pussy is positively dripping, and I’m pretty sure her brain is busy cataloging all the new emotions. So, stealthily, I release her ankles so she can move around more freely. My cock is notched at her entrance, just the very tip bathed in her warmth. Noelle raises her head. “More, definitely more.”

Laughing is new to me during sex. Guessing it is for her too, because we’re both smiling as I push slowly home. I lean down to claim her lips and this time she doesn’t balk as my tongue distracts her from my cock’s invasion. She’s incredibly tight, her pussy clasping like she’s never going to let me go. I pull back with a groan and sink in patiently one more time. Her legs instinctively come up to hold my hips. I pump into her slowly, aiming for that magical spot that will send her reeling over the edge. I know I’ve found it when her legs jerk against me. I do it again. And again.

“Sa-am!”

I reach up and free her wrists just as her pussy clamps down. I can feel the energy pouring off her. Her arms naturally fall so her fingernails can dig into my shoulders. It’s that tiny prick of pain that unleashes the floodgates. My cock pulses cum into every available crevice while Noelle hums happily.

When my balls are empty, I start to pull out so I won’t crush her, but Noelle has other ideas. She pulls me down tighter.

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