Page 48 of Wild Pitch
“On your knees,” Luc commanded. My thoughts ceased and my body responded instantly to his request.
I moved towards the living room, grabbed a pillow from the couch, and dropped into position.
“Kylie, girl, you look so beautiful. But you forgot something. Last reminder. Clothes off before you get on your knees for me.”
My mouth formed an O as I met Luc’s gaze, and shame washed over me for failing his simple command.
“Sorry, sir.”
I removed my T-shirt in a rush as his eyes drank me in. The power of his stare created an incredible high. Every nerve ending in my body fired—the cool, air-conditioned temperature contrasted with the heat radiating from my body. I shivered slightly, in part from the chill, but then from the anticipation of Luc’s touch as it triggered full-body trembling.
He’d read most of my answers, and with those pages, he’d learned things about my kinks that I had shared with no one before today. I even surprised myself when I answered the questionnaire.
I unbuttoned my shorts, gave a slight flick, and they slipped to the floor, pooling at my feet before I kicked them away.
Luc’s eyes never wavered, but I now recognized his tell, the slight tick of his jaw, the only outward sign as he struggled with restraint. His need for control was an aphrodisiac; it brought out the side in me that wanted to submit and felt safe enough to turn over my power to him.
Luc approached where I stood as my bra and panties hit the floor, and he fished a piece of black fabric from his pocket. He pressed a light kiss on my forehead.
“Ready to play?”
I nodded and said, “Yes, sir.”
And then he covered my eyes, tying the fabric behind my head; the make-shift blindfold shuttered every ounce of light. I sensed when he stepped away from me, the chill in the air becoming more apparent against my bare skin. My sense of touch amplified as I stood in the pitch-black darkness. I inched closer, sensing him nearby, needing to feel the heat of his body against mine.
“My God, you’re beautiful. From your sweet, innocent smile…”
Luc traced the outline of my lower lip with his thumb, and my mouth opened with a gasp as he pressed his finger inside, and I sucked.
He withdrew his thumb; his hand traced the line of my jaw. His featherlight touch caused goosebumps to erupt as they danced from my neck to cup my breast.
“Perfect little tits,” he said as his large hand covered my breast, I right where I ached to be touched. His calloused thumb rubbed my hard nipple, eliciting a whimper. A cry ripped from me as he pinched it, steadily increasing the pressure to the point of near-pain. Sensation flooded through me when he released it.
“Ah, I think the nipple clamps are more than a maybe, yes?”
“Yes.”
I nodded, still enjoying the sting of my over-used nipple.
“And your haircut,” he said as his fingers ran through the downy, manicured curls at the apex of my thigh. “So fucking pretty. You were made for me.”
Luc scooped me up, and I visualized his path as I traced his steps toward the stairs. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized he had hung a right towards the spare room.
“Playroom tonight.”
I shivered in his arms. Anticipating what he had in store for me sent a sharp rush of desire to my groin. I squirmed to relieve the tension as it continued to build.
“Be still.”
His deep growl bit through the air, and I complied. His day-old stubble scratched my jawline as he nuzzled my cheek, showing his appreciation.
Luc set me on my feet, a slight pressure on my shoulders, and I took a step back until I felt the wood of the cross as the smooth wood chilled my bare, sensitive skin. My chest heaved in anticipation as I heard his heavy steps crossing the room. The drawer squeaked, and I heard a faint rustling. I visualized his extensive collection and struggled not to remove the blindfold.
I was acutely aware of his body’s position in relation to mine. I heard him close the drawer. The metal of the buckles squeaked, and my heart rate spiked.
His fingertips brushed the side of my waist as he raised my arm, strapping it to the top of the cross, and then repeated the process with my other arm. When he spread my legs and attached my ankles, the leather of the cuff bit deliciously into my flesh. The cool air on my clit ripped a moan from my throat.
His mouth nipped and sucked from my calf to my inner thigh, and when he found the aching flesh at the center, he swepthis tongue across it, causing me to cry out in frustration as I strained against my bonds.
