Page 4 of Wicked Player

She shifted then. This time at her thighs. Trim muscles showed at the tops of her legs as she did so and I couldn’t hold back a grin. Was just talking to her turning her on?

I could explore that.

“Yes, I’m okay with that.”

“Safe words?”

“Colors…green, yellow, and red, and before you ask…” Her lips lifted at one edge into the hint of a smile. “I will use them if I have to, but if we could get started, that’d be really nice.”

Her voice softened as she spoke showing me she was turned on. The hitch in her breath, the small increase in her breathing, and the tension of her thighs made me want to ask her if she was wet. With how composed she was, I suspected I’d enjoy finding out for myself.

“It’ll be more than really nice,” I said, smirking though she couldn’t see. “Spread your legs. I’m going to step between them and I want you to undo my belt.”

Touching someone for the first time when they were blindfolded required trust we hadn’t yet established. I always let the women touch me first, acclimate their hands to my body, the shape of me. Partly because it helped them loosen up.

Mostly because my dick went rock hard when trembling, nervous hands ran over me for the first time.

Soon, she’d learn I was larger than she expected. A bit of fear or wonder would creep into her voice as she realized my bulk and muscles. And then, knowing I was so much larger than her, bigger and stronger and could break her small frame without even meaning to, she’d still give herself to me.

They always did, but I really fucking liked the hint of fear in their tone and in the way they moved while they did.

She moved her knees apart, readjusted her small frame on the edge of the bed. I kicked off my shoes and stepped in between her legs. My hands went to my hips.

“You can begin whenever you’re ready.”

Without any hesitation, her teeth showed through her smile and her hands rose. She lacked the original tremble most did and my interest spiked. A woman blindfolded with no worry at all? It wasn’t common. Tristan’s warning rang in my head.

She is not just a member. She is special.

Special indeed.

Her fingers pressed against my thighs. A small shiver rolled through her at that first contact. A lightning bolt struck my spine as she pressed her small hands more firmly against me.

“You’re tall,” she whispered, hands roaming up to my hips. Her fingers brushed against mine at my hips and stopped. The warmth from her hand sent that lightning bolt burning hotter.

When was the last time I had such a visceral reaction to a woman? And I hadn’t even touched her yet.

“Hmm,” she purred. Her fingers trailed my hands, stroked the length of my fingers up to my wrists. “You seem very strong.”

I was losing strength and self-control with every whispering touch.

“Yup.”

“And I bet big.” Her lips lifted at one corner. Brave. Sweet. Her lyrical voice seduced me even while she teased me.

I said nothing, allowing her to continue her exploration. Her hands went to my belt buckle and back down the fronts of my thighs. She brushed my quickly hardening cock like she was the one in control. And hell if it wasn’t hot, watching her grin, lips parted with such fascination as her hands moved higher to my stomach.

With each passing moment, her cheeks flushed darker, her chest rose and fell with quickened breaths until she was practically panting.

I’d wager my last championship ring that she was as wet as I was hard.

She returned to my waist and finally undid my buckle.

Before I could issue another command, she asked, “May I stand?”

She’d already scooted as far forward as she could without falling off the edge of the bed.

“You may.”

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