Page 83 of Ravage

He nods, studying my face as I look at the material in his hand.

Sebastian has bound me before. But he's never taken away my ability to see.

Moisture pools between my thighs, and I clench them together, rubbing slightly to relieve the ache that's started to become almost painful.

Cam doesn't miss the movement, his eyes drifting down to my pussy as he continues to kneel over me. "Does that excite you, Miss Delphine?"

My breath hitches. "Why are you calling me that?"

He doesn't answer, just continues to grip the two ends of the blindfold as he runs his gaze over my body. I'm completely at his mercy, and I can't handle the anticipation any longer.

Finally, just as I'm about to insist that he fuck me, he brings his gaze to mine once again.

"Do you trust me, Imogen?" I catch the slight hesitation in his eyes, like he's unsure whether I’ll like what he has planned.

I nod. Because no matter what, he's given me no reason not to trust him. And despite my best efforts, I love this cocky, stupidly hot man who has claimed my heart as his.

"I need to hear the words. Do you consent to whatever happens once this blindfold covers your eyes?"

Swallowing, a hint of nervousness strokes the back of my mind, but I refuse to let it win. Cam would never hurt me.

"Do I need a safe word? Cause I'm not into pain," I reply.

His eyes widen, and he shakes my head. "Fuck, no. I'm not going to inflict any pain on you. Unless you consider edging pain, but you've already shown how much you love that."

"In that case, yes. I consent to whatever happens once you put that on me."

Nodding his approval, he slides the silk over my eyes, then turns my head gently so that he can secure it behind my head.

"Can you see?"

I shake my head, unsure if I enjoy having my sight stolen away.

"Good."

The knee on my right moves, and I realise he's getting off the bed.

Is he just going to leave me lying here?

Thankfully, he doesn't go far. Hands grip my thighs, and he slides my legs apart. Something warm and wet touches my clit, and my back arches off the bed as he runs his tongue over the bundle of nerves. His tongue swirls over it before he sucks it into his mouth.

A moan escapes my lips, and he begins a slow, torturous routine that I've become more than familiar with. Licking up and down before swirling his tongue over my clit. Sucking it into his mouth. Each movement over too quick and leaving me trembling.

He's going to edge me while I've lost the use of my hands and can't see a thing.

I drag in a long breath, determined not to ride his face, knowing that will just prolong the edging. Cam chuckles but doesn't stop his slow, pleasurable assault on my pussy. He slowly pushes a finger inside me, adding a second a moment later, and fucks me with them as he continues working on my clit with that ridiculously talented tongue. My thighs tremble as my body tenses, the promise of an orgasm growing deep in my belly.

He feels my pussy flutter and increases the pressure on my clit, sucking a little harder. Dragging the orgasm closer. A moan escapes me as the pleasure builds, and just as it's about to crash over me, he halts, pulling his hand away as his mouth disappears.

I swallow the frustrated groan clawing its way up my throat, and he huffs a little laugh, running his hands down my body.

We've done this a thousand times now, but without the use of my hands and being unable to see him, it all feels different. It feels like torture.

And I fucking love it.

Once my orgasm creeps back down, he starts again.

Lick, swirl, suck, thrust.

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