Page 66 of The Paranormal Investigation Bureau
I wrapped the scarf around her eyes and tied it so that she couldn’t see, but was still comfortable. I admired how beautiful she looked like that and fantasized how beautiful she’d look in some Shibari rope work. Finally, I scooped her up and placed her gently on the bed, face down on her stomach.
I teased her beautiful back with the fringes of the scarf at first, and then I used the tips of my fingers. Fuck, I saw how hard she worked in class and rehearsal. I gave her a full body massage for good measure. Beyla was giving me these appreciative little moans.
I worked my way up to her shoulders, and licked the entire length of her spine. She broke into goosebumps and moaned.
“This is amazing and totally not what I thought it was going to be.”
“It’s not all about punishment and spankings, Beyla. Submission is a gift, and you’re actually the one in control here. I have needs, but I couldn’t meet them without you. My goal is to please you, and keep you happy. Some subs are pain sluts, and will misbehave for their punishment, but it doesn’t have to be like that. You’re my mate. I want you to feel good. There are several ways I can do that. Now, roll over. I’m not finished with you.”
I wasn’t. I worshipped every inch of her back. I wasdyingto taste her now. I wanted her to come all over my tongue. I heard the little noises she made when she was content to be petted. Now, I wanted to hear how she sounded when I was feasting on her pussy.
Beyla let out a contented sigh and rolled over. I couldn’t suppress my growl from rumbling deep in my chest. She really was stunning. I knew she didn’t pursue a career in dance like the rest of us, but you didn’t get a body like that without dedication and serious hours in the studio. It was evident when I danced with her that she trained just as hard as we did. I would never have guessed she was really an agent.
I trailed the scarf between her breasts. She gasped and broke into fresh goosebumps. I had to give it to her. This was her first time doing this, and I got the feeling she didn’t let people boss her around. Fuck, she wore a red leotard to class even when we tried to warn her not to. She wasn’t trying to top from the bottom. She hadn’t demanded I do a single thing.
I always wanted her opinion, and I wanted to know all her favorite things so I could get them for her, but this was great, too. I was learning a lot about Beyla from this. She might now have allowed herself to do it after that human excrement hurt her, but she was a tactile person who came alive at my touch.
I could feel her heart rate picking up speed. She had this lovely blush that started at her breasts and spread all the way up to her cheeks. If I ran my fingers lightly across her flesh, her breathing changed, and she’d erupt into goosebumps. I wasn’t an incubus, but I was weaving my own spell right now.
I removed my hands from her body and made her wait. This was also part of my game. I was about to up the ante, and her pleasure, but I didn’t want her to know it was coming. I wanted her aching for it.
Beyla was a natural sub, even though she was pretty dominating when it came to everything else. She didn’t go for her blindfold and try to remove it now that I’d changed the game. She didn’t squirm or try to top me. She sighed and settled into the mattress.
“Arden?” she asked, after I made her wait a while.
“Patience, twinkle toes. What are you feeling?”
“Horny as fuck and dying to know what you’re going to do next. What you were doing felt so nice, but then you stopped.”
I chuckled. I wanted to touch her again so badly. She made me want to break all my rules and spoil her rotten. Still, baby steps. This was an introduction to a big part of my life, and I needed to make it memorable. That meant making her wait a bit.
“The point of this is you not knowing when or how I’m going to touch you. It could be pleasure, and it could be pain. After that class and rehearsal, I decided to make it all pleasure, because you needed that more than a spanking. I can’t have you getting all complacent.”
“I know enough about this that I’m not supposed to boss you around, but am I allowed to pout?”
I had her nice and distracted now. I darted forward and took her nipple in my mouth. I bit down hard enough to sting, then swirled it with my tongue to take the pain away. Beyla yelped, but she arched her back in pleasure. Her hands ran through my hair, and she grabbed a fistful to pull me closer.
I wasn’t one of those doms that got mad if a sub touched me. That wasn’t one of my rules, and I didn’t punish people for it. I rather liked it. A lot of subs were too afraid they were going to get punished to risk it. If one of them touched me, it meant I was making them feel so good that they weren’t thinking about it.
I’d never get angry about Beyla wanting to pull me closer. I knew she wasn’t asking me to claim her tonight, and I’d be fighting my nature to do so. She wanted to blow off steam, and she’d picked me to do that with. Beyla was receptive to the whole mate idea, and she liked it when my gryphon got protective.
I hoped she meant that, because he was going to be a million times worse after this.
I took my time worshipping her breasts. Yeah, she was definitely going to fit into my lifestyle just fine… because she really liked it when I bit her. I finally kissed my way down to what I really wanted, but I didn’t give it to her right away. I nipped and bit, teasing her inner thighs first.
Oh, she was squirming now. Beyla was letting out little impatient cries, but I knew she wasn’t going to beg me. She didn’t beg for anything, even if she really wanted it. I didn’t give her any warning. I dove in and sucked her clit between my teeth.
Beyla bucked uncontrollably on the bed, and let out a huge wail. Mrs. Garcia, next door, immediately started pounding on the wall and cursing us in Spanish. She was one of the few humans in this building, but she’d move in a million years ago, back when it was rent-controlled, and she was never leaving.
She loathed living next door to a banshee and had called the cops on Nyx a few times for doing what she was built to do.Fuck Mrs. Garcia. I was having my moment, and she tasted amazing. I flicked my tongue across her clit. Beyla didn’t care about being quiet either, because she wasn’t even trying to be quiet. Nyx was definitely going to say something in the morning, and it probably wouldn’t be nice.
“She just accused me of faking in Spanish!” Beyla gasped.
I didn’t know Beyla spoke Spanish, and I didn’t want her to focus on the old coot next door.
“Ignore her,” I growled. “She’s a million years old, and she hates Nyx.”
I doubled my efforts and slid two fingers inside her. Beyla had afilthymouth. She was clearly fluent in Spanish. I knew what some of the curse words coming out of her mouth meant, because Mrs. Garcia often hurled them at Nyx, and I’d looked them up. There were some pretty creative English curse words too. It was alotsexier when Beyla cursed in Spanish than Mrs. Garcia.
