Page 41 of Locke

My muscles tightened as the man before me gently spread my thighs apart. His hand settled on the innermost region of my leg, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. I surrendered to the touch, and a gentle moan escaped my lips.

“You like that?” he whispered into my ear, his breath warm and tantalizing.

Surrounded by a roaring crowd, their cheers sounding like the roar of the ocean, my indifference remained unbroken. My attention remained fixated solely on this man, with his fingertips delicately exploring the tender flesh of my inner thigh, evoking an electrifying sensation that sent waves of bliss cascading through my body.

As his warm hand ventured higher, I was acutely aware of his thumb gently grazing the moist fabric of my underwear. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins, quickening my heartbeat and causing my breath to hitch. This long-awaitedmoment filled me with a sense of anticipation and desire that had consumed me all night.

Suddenly, I heard a commotion behind me. Journey and Delilah were arguing with Anaki about my consent. I heard them yelling my name over the music but I couldn’t focus on their words. I was too caught up in the rush of desire that was coursing through my body.

“It’s okay, it’s fine,” I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd.

I could nearly feel the smile on the man in front of me. “Is it now? You trust me?”

“I trust I will get what I want,” I retorted. My heart was pounding, but it was not from fear. It was anticipation, excitement and something else – something darker, more primal.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm on my skin as he whispered, “Well, trust me when I say this, then: you and I will both get what we want.”

His scent was intoxicating, a blend of the outdoors and desire that was making me drunk. I could feel his breath on my neck, warm and heavy, a low, husky whisper against my skin.

“And, I don’t think one night is going to give me everything I need from you.”

Did he really think he was going to get one more night than this? I didn’t do more than one night—wasn’t my style.

“And what is it you want?” I asked, the timbre of my voice low and sultry, a promise of the pleasures to come. “What is it that you want from this?”

I was genuinely curious about what he wanted. This was supposed to be just a one-time deal, but his touch, his breath fanning my skin and the mystery of not seeing him, piqued my interest.

I couldn’t see his eyes with my blindfold, but my mind flashed a deep, dark green with gold flecks inside. I saw the hunger there, devouring me. With my senses heightened, I felt his fingers trace my dampened panties again.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear: “I want to taste you. Every inch of you. And, if I’m going to take my time with you, I’ll need more than just a night.”

His words sent a rush of heat straight to my pussy, and I felt myself melting against the bar, my body trembling. He was going to do it; he was going to follow through with his promise.

He pushed my skirt higher, and suddenly the crowd cheered even louder. I felt his warm tongue lick the inside of my parted thighs and I leaned my head back.

“Open!” Anaki shouted and placed a lime wedge into my mouth, the pulp facing out and tapped my chin to close my mouth.

Delilah screamed and gently tugged my shoulder. “He’s putting salt where he licked you, oh Goddess, that is so hot!”

My chest heaved, the sound around me becoming louder, the taste of the lime exploding in my mouth. And then, that was when I felt his hand wrap around my lower back and pull me towards him.

“Hang on there, Princess. I’m gonna take care of you.”

He leaned in, his hand reached behind my neck and pulled me into his lips. He sucked on the lime, but I felt the heat of his mouth. His nose brushed against my skin, and I was lit on fire. It was all I could do to sit up straight, and not moan and wither under him.

As he released his grip, a rush of air filled my lungs, and the warmth of his presence dissipated. Curiosity tingled within me, wondering where the alcohol would find its path. Suddenly, a sensation trickled down my leg, a cool liquid tracing a delicate path down my calf, eventually reaching my feet. His touchremained gentle, as he clasped my ankle softly. Then, in an unimaginable act, his lips enclosed around my toes, sending shivers down my spine.

“Total submission!” someone cried out.

The bar went wild, and for the first time in my life, my mind went blank.

He was tasting my feet.

He wasn’t shy; he was sucking and licking, and, it was so fucking hot to have a guy do that.

Suddenly, the blindfold came off and I was able to see the man who had my body tied up in knots. He’d got those dark green familiar eyes that I had pictured in my head, and his tongue was slowly licking up my leg. He reverently sucked on my ankle and gave me a wicked grin.

Holy fuck balls!

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