Page 88 of Sombra
Seventeen
Tavo - Vainilla
“Nooooooo!” Kim whimpers and squirms against the handcuffs. “Why’d youstop?”
Stepping back in the semidarkness of the flickering candlelight, my eyes absorb her as she’s flawlessly bent over my table. Arms spread. Chained helplesslyto my bed, entrusting me with her care—and pleasure. Feet planted wide apart on the ground. Tantalizing in every way.
She’s given me power, and she’s letting me have my fantasy—which is to give her her fantasy. I’m not taking this offering lightly. I’m basking in her gift, drawing out this time with her, loving not only every minute, but every fraction of a second.
Having her inmy bedroom makes my heart soar up to the clouds, become one with the atmosphere and evaporate into the heavens. It’s not just that I can barely believe she’s letting me have my way with her—it’s also that I’ve kept these parts of me secret from so many. The sexually adventurous part. The part that wants to enjoy the sweet agony of the tease. And the part that desires to find every erogenous zone ofher body and make it thrum.
Letting these parts out to play is a freedom I’ve never experienced and had almost given up on—especially in my world of obligations and promises.
More than just my fantasy, though, it’s the fact that it’sKim.
In such a short period of time, she’s become my vault where I keep my innermost self. She knows how much my music means to me, all my wishesfor the future, and the ties to home. Despite being surrounded by friends and family all my life—in the bars, at the dinner table, in class—I’ve never trusted anyone more than her. I’ve never felt closer to a single person than I do to her. I’m falling for her so hard it’s like I’m at the bottom of the gorge in Ronda looking up—I’ll never get out.
Before I answer her, my gaze lingers overthe shapely, but uninterrupted line of her body extending from her leg to her shoulders.
It doesn’t hurt that she’s so fucking beautiful, either.
I want to make her feel sacred.
Or desecrated.
That’s certainly what my hard dick thinks. Keeping my pants on is the only way I’m preventing myself from being already inside her.
But I want this tension. And so doesshe, judging by the way she fidgets. Up on tiptoes and down again. Shaking her arms. Popping her calf muscles out as she wiggles her ass.
I wipe away sweat on my brow, and my words are so low they’re almost silent. “Cálmate. This is your dream.” My words also remind me that I’ve yearned for this interval, this mindfuck, since my now-weeping erection doesn’t like to be rejected.
“What about my dream?” Kim strains against the handcuffs, and I put my hand on her back to soothe her—and to keep myself from rubbing against her.
“Like me, you want suspense.” The tips of my rough fingers make her back twitch and vibrate.
“Yes …” She waits for me to say more.
“This is me giving it to you.”
I step back.
The whimpering noise that comes out of herbewitching mouth is so distracting, so satisfying, my thoughts scatter on the floor. I pick up the thought of gratitude that she’s not just letting me have my fetish, it’s hers too. Pride that she’s mine. Nervousness that I can make this as good for her as I hope it will be. And determination that no matter what, I’ll see it through until she’s fulfilled and spent.
I come back to her andtrace my finger down her neck, between her ear and her shoulder, very slowly. She tilts her neck into my finger, and I kiss the exposed part of her neck like a vampire. “You give me your most tender parts,” I whisper. “I intend to repay that trust with as much satisfaction as you can bear.”
Vigorously, she nods.
“How are you doing? Want to move?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “I wantto hold you.”
I need skin to skin contact, too. With a tug, I strip off my shirt, grab the key, and unlock her, leaving the handcuffs on the bed. Once she’s free, she stands straight, and I kiss and massage each wrist in turn. Moving suddenly, she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me, plundering my mouth with her tongue. I raid her mouth right back. Although I know I taste of her,she doesn’t seem to care, and I like it.
With her mouth still on mine, I scoop her up in my arms and take her to my bed, laying her down. I step back.
She looks up at me with those hazel eyes, which are now dark and deep. “What?”
I shake my head, suppressing a grin.
