Page 57 of Lust
Sara was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling with mine, as I tied the blindfold at the back of her head. I led her to stand at the edge of the bed and stood stoutly behind, so she wouldn’t stumble, then reached for the next item. This one might be a fight to get her to agree. I took the handcuffs and rubbed them within my palm to warm up the cold steel so that it wouldn’t shock her.
Sara heard the rattle.
I spoke before she could inquire, wording my sentence very carefully. “Sara, I’d like your permission to handcuff you.”
She froze against me. It wasn’t the mention of the handcuffs that surprised her; it was my request for permission. I wasn’t known for it, but Michael’s voice nagged in my ears. If I bothered to humble myself enough to ask for permission, I wouldn’t deny her request if she wanted out.
“I-I don’t know about this,” she spoke at long last.
“The importance of this might be difficult to understand,” I breathed in her ear. “But just like the blindfold, I’ll take it off if you change your mind.”
The handcuffs were a fail-safe. In case the blindfold came off, or it broke Sara’s trance, I could make her come before her mind could process it.
“Feel this contraption.” I dropped the handcuffs in her palms to let her feel. They were fairly large for her tiny wrists, and if she so pleased, she could wiggle out of them with minimal effort. “Your hands are small, so you can get out of these if you pull at them. I have been forthright with you all night. I wouldn’t buy this kind if I planned to do something you didn’t want.”
Sara remained hesitantly quiet for many moments. I could feel the vibration from her body. She was placing a considerable amount of trust in me. Trust I had broken in the past. It was a small victory when Sara gave me the curtest of nods.
“Remember, let me know if you want me to take any of this off at any point. I’m right here.”
That soothed her nerves while I handcuffed her hands behind her back. I urged her to hop onto the edge of the mattress on her knees. I stepped between her parted thighs, rounding one arm around her waist. She was securely in place with her back firmly against my chest. She let out a shuddering breath when my hard length dug into her ass.
“Hold onto my arm if you feel like you’re about to fall.”
She nodded without voicing any protests. Good girl.
“Spread your legs wider, Angel.”
After another momentary pause, Sara obeyed. The back of her knees flexed as she pressed her left knee into the mattress to move the right one further apart.
Fuck.
Sara was cuffed and blindfolded and spread in front of me. The amount of self-control I was exerting … Focus, I chided myself.
I grabbed the next item off the table. Before turning on the vibrator, I decided to let her feel it and get accustomed to the feel. I moved the wand over her palm that was restrained in the back.
“Just a vibrator,” I confirmed against the shell of her ear.
She blew out a breath as if bracing for a nasty shock. “It’s big,” she commented when I turned it on, startling her.
“It won’t go inside you,” I promised.
I grabbed the bottle of lube off the nightstand and slathered the liquid over the head of the wand to give her an extra push with that slick feel. Very slowly, I undid the belt of her silky robe and parted it.
I couldn’t see Sara’s naked front, but my hand grazed against her bare breast, making me groan. From the back, I lifted the fabric to slide the head of the buzzing wand under her from behind and between her parted thighs. When it grazed her sex, the immediate jolt in Sara sent a shiver down my own spine.
“Oh,” Sara reacted immediately.
Keeping my arm firmly locked around her waist, I rotated the head of the vibrator until finding an angle that rubbed her clit. I held it there while the base of the wand rubbed between her ass cheeks.
Initially, Sara gave nothing away, as if this were purely transactional or she was doing this out of an ulterior reason I hadn’t quite figured out. But soon, something shifted.
With her eyes blindfolded, hands cuffed behind her back, Sara had no worries of this world, no judgment to face, and no inhibitions to hold back. She slowly relaxed as I massaged her clit and trailed my lips over her neck to suck on the flesh.
I whispered all sorts of sweet words in her ears, but they did nothing for Sara. If anything, they kept snapping her out of the daze.
I quickly altered course. Where sweet words had failed, perhaps it’d be the wicked ones to take her breath away.
“Fuck, Angel. Your body is amazing. It makes me so hard that I might come just from looking at you.”
