Page 75 of Pandora's Pleasure
“What if it’s not enough?”
“Your eagerness is to be applauded.” I reached into my pocket. “Tonight, you’ll wear this. At no time take it off.”
“A blindfold?”
“If you do well here at the bar, we’ll advance.”
This was the start of something wonderful for her. A woman caged all her life and finally able to break free and follow her own needs and desires. Watching her flourish under my control felt divine.
Her face looked flushed from the tequila.
It was enough to help her relax and give her the courage to see her reverie come to life. She looked beautiful tonight, but she always did. Her short black dress hugged her curves and the new heels gave her more height. Her blonde locks cascaded down her shoulders. Soon, when I pulled her dress down, her nipples would peak between those golden strands to tease.
The twinkling of her necklace represented the possibilities of what lay ahead, moment by moment, playing out like a prism of erotic colors. She was giving herself over to be controlled.
“Turn around,” I ordered.
I wrapped the blindfold around her eyes and fastened it behind her head with the black silk. “Iown you. Remember that.”
“Yes, sir.” She shivered against me as I pressed up against her.
“I’ll position you.” I took her hand and guided her over to the bar.
She leaned over it, her head resting on the wood paneling, her hair cascading around her like golden waves.
“Grip the other side.” I eased her hands forward to show her where to place them and watched her delicate fingers curl over the wood.
After getting her comfortable, I lifted up her hem and hoisted it over her hips. Seeing her pussy glistening beneath the soft lighting made me want to savor this offering alone. My hand caressed her rounded cheeks, exploring her delicate porcelain skin.
A familiar frisson went through me—the thrill of anticipation for what was to unfold.
Someone knocked on the suite’s door.
“He’s arrived.” My voice sounded gruff from my arousal.
She nodded eagerly, letting me know she was ready.
“He will see your cunt the moment he walks in. How does that make you feel?”
“Oh,” she said softly, her voice dripping with lust, “I want this so much.”
Calm your breathing.
Damien’s last words before the room went silent—the only sound was his footfalls walking away.
Until I heard the door to the suite open.
I could see nothing, but wearing the blindfold brought me a sense of protection. Damien had to have known it would. This pose had been the gentlest of all the cards he’d shown me. He was easing me into the scene, maybe even building my trust.
Damien could be harsh, though when we dived into play he was totally engaged with me and charming. As though this was where he flourished within each sensual moment…promising so much more that the ordinary.
My body was sparking with energy, each cell craving attention. I was bent over, exposed, with them standing behind me. My flesh felt heated from the anticipation.
Please…
I’m so ready.
I tried to imagine what the stranger might look like, if he was as gorgeous as my lover. If his touch would be gentle or firm.
