Page 102 of Rare Blend
“Wait.”
My body freezes, waiting for his next command.
“Look at it first,” he continues. “I know it’s not very bright in here, but hold it up and let the light catch it.”
I do as I’m told, holding it up for the dim light above to shine against the glass.
“You’re looking for clarity, if there’s any sediment.”
I honestly cannot see anything, but I’m playing along because every other word out of his mouth sounds like an innuendo.
“Now, bring it down and swirl it gently before you smell it.”
Following his directions, I do exactly that, inhaling the spicy aroma.
“Now you can taste it,” he tells me, his voice a husky whisper.
I take a sip, closing my eyes as the liquid slides down my throat and spreads warmth through my chest.
When my eyes reopen, Ethan is no longer standing on the other side of the bar. Instead, he’s next to me, spinning me in the swiveling bar stool. My legs fall open for him naturally, allowing him to step closer, my inner thighs brushing against his outer thighs.
My erratic heartbeat is so loud, I’m sure he can hear it. He leans in, and the world outside of this moment ceases to exist. It’s only us and our warm breaths intermingling with one another. His heated, intense gaze sends thrums of anticipation through me, while an overwhelming desire blooms at my core, growing, building. I lean closer, on the cusp of begging.
“What did you taste?” he whispers against my lips.
“I…I…” My voice is a tremble. And just when I think he’s going to kiss me, he pulls away.
“Let’s try the next one, yeah?” He walks back around the bar and works at opening another bottle. Not particularly rushed, every move calm and steady. Meanwhile, I’m about to combust.
He fills another glass. This time, the liquid is a lighter red, almost hot pink. “With this one, after you take a sip, swirl it around in your mouth before you swallow. It’ll release the aromas and let you evaluate the mouthfeel.”
Swirl?
Swallow?
Mouthfeel?
Is wine tasting supposed to sound pornographic?
We lock eyes. The man is pure evil. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Well, two can play at that game.
I fix my eyes on him and tip my head back, taking a sip. And just as he instructed, I swirl it around, letting the liquid coat my mouth before swallowing it loudly. Just to fuck with him, I drop open my mouth and stick my tongue out. I may not be able to read his mind, but I’d bet good money he’s picturing slapping his dick against it.
His eyes flare with heat, and a devilish grin spreads across my face.
“Brat,” he mutters.
I’ve decided he’s had too much control, and I think it’s time he lost some of it. I slide out of the barstool and walk around, meeting him on his side of the bar as he watches me curiously.
“The lesson isn’t over yet,” he tells me as I inch closer.
“Let’s take a break.”
I reach for his belt, and he tenses but doesn’t stop me. Once it’s undone, I pull it off and let it fall to the floor. It lands with a clack as the buckle meets the tile. Keeping a steady stare, I slowly drop to my knees in front of him and tip my chin up to see his tense jaw and bewildered eyes. “I want something else in my mouth.”
He sucks in a breath, and I lick my lips.
