Page 76 of Good Vibes Only
“Of course!” she said as she pulled the blindfold over my eyes.
The world went black and Mac began to explore me, grazing my body with glancing touches. With my vision taken away, my senses were heightened, and every little touch of her body on mine sent tingles up my spine. A juicy set of lips mashed against mine, stealing my breath away, before our mouths fused like molten metal. Inspired and wanting more, I tried to kiss her even deeper—but she’d disappeared.
She snickered deviously as she watched me French kiss the air.
“Hey, c’mon …” I panted.
“Poor boy,” she consoled me, and patted my cheek with her palm.
Then something else patted my cheek: something jiggly and soft and smelling faintly of warm vanilla.
“You slappin’ me with your titties?” I said.
She tittered. “How’d you know it was my boobs so fast?!”
“Because your titties smell so nice,” I said, and buried my face in her bosom.
She let me suck on her pierced nipples for a moment or two—before she cruelly tookthoseaway, too.
I whimpered. “Man. Being handcuffed is pure torture. Why do people like this?”
“Awww! Now now, don’t get frustrated, Brett,” she said. “I won’t torture you for much longer.”
The bed sheets swished as she moved around, and a second later, she sprang out of bed.
“I’ll be back in a minute or two.”
“What! You’re gonna leave me? Don’t we need a safeword?”
She snickered. “Just shout if you need me. I’ll be in the kitchen.” She grabbed my dick and gave it a couple jerks. “And try to stay hard, okay? It’s very important.”
“How am I supposed to stay hard? I’m handcuffed to your bed, remember?”
“Use your mind! Think sexy thoughts,” she said as she hurried out of the room and scampered down the hallway and into the kitchen.
Truth was, I didn’tneedany sexy thoughts to stay hard. As long as her taste still lingered on my lips, and every breath was infused with her scent, my erection wasn’t going anywhere. My cock pulsed with the beat of my heart, eager and excited for her return.
What is she planning?I wondered.
I held absolutely still and listened closely to see if I could figure out what she was up to. I heard cabinets open and close. The clattering of pots and pans on the countertop. Scissors snipping into a plastic package. A quick rush of water from the sink. Then I heard vigorous stirring, like she were whipping something up in a mixing bowl.
“What’s going on out there?!” I yelled. “Are you making brownies?”
“Brownies!” Her squeal of laughter carried from the kitchen. “No, not brownies! But I suppose itisa batter, in a way.”
“Batter … hm,” I said to myself.
I was stumped. But I didn’t have to ponder it alone for long. A minute later, I heard McKayla’s careful footsteps as she returned down the hallway.
“I’m back,” she sang. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”
Having her in my presence again filled my heart with a rush of happiness.
“Not bad at all,” I said, smiling.
“Mm,” she softly moaned. “Looks like you were thinking sexy thoughts, too. Good boy.” I felt the mattress shifting as she climbed into bed and straddled my body. She cradled my balls and gave them a squeeze. “So … what were you thinking about?”
“You.”
