Page 62 of Beautifully Ruined
Cade steps back, pulling free of my touch, and something clatters on the ground.
“Remove the blindfold and put on the shoes.”
I do as ordered and swallow hard.
It’s one thing knowing you’re outside basically naked, and another seeing the reality.
I tremble.
“You have your word. You could use it.”
“No.”
“That’s my girl. Shoes.” He doesn’t smile, just tugs the hoodie open as I lean on him to get my feet into the slide-on heels.
They’re mine, of course, and it should bug me he went and rooted through my things, but it doesn’t.
I like it.
If he started dressing me day in and day out, I wouldn’t like it, but this…it’s hot.
Everything he does is hot.
I struggle to slide my feet into the shoes because his hands are feeling me up. Palming my breasts and tweaking my nipples, sliding down to steal into the heat of my pussy, a finger penetrating me, and I spasm, but he doesn’t stay.
Cade pulls out, then plays with my clit, stroking it and pinching and pulling at the front of my pussy lips.
It feels unbelievably good.
And I tremble.
I know what he’s doing. He’s making me look like I just got fucked. It’s a dirty little game of degradation we’re playing, and this tiny part just adds another layer of deliciousness.
I want to squirm and hide. I want to memorize every second of this experience.
When I breathe in, my head goes light as my stomach flutters.
And I cling to him, a few precious moments longer.
Then I push my foot into the second shoe.
Cade knows the moment the shoes are on.
He pushes me upright and tugs the edges of his hoodie together but doesn’t zip them up, and instead says, “Come with me.”
I look around.
We’re in the back alley of his apartment, and I think we must have taken a different exit.
He starts walking, motioning me next to him, and he makes me cross the road.
One person hurries along, chatting into their phone, barely even looking at us.
There’s a small park across from Cade’s building, mostly for working out or walking dogs, and there’s a park bench under a tree.
There aren’t many lights, but if someone looked, they’d see us.
He stops me, leaning against the tree as he takes me in. “You could get arrested in that, Vi,” He motions me closer. “Want to tempt fate and take my hoodie off?”
