I squirmed, still so easily embarrassed, despite everything we’d done. But it was different somehow since I couldn’t see his face, could only imagine his expression and the heat in his eyes.
“Don’t,” he said gently. “Do you have any idea how lovely you are? How hard it makes me just knowing that you want me? How incredibly exciting it is for me to see just how much you want me?
“Sight,” he continued, and I gasped as his finger stroked slowly over my sex, dipping inside me just enough to tease and make me squirm again, this time in a silent demand for more. A demand he ignored and instead withdrew his finger. Withdrew his touch altogether.
“And taste and smell,” he added, his voice now near my ear and his finger brushing my lip. “That’s it. I want you to know just how sweet you taste to me, how much I crave the scent of your arousal.” He traced his finger over my lip, then under my nose.
“There are words, too. The sound of my voice, telling you soft things. Or maybe my words are rough. Hard. Telling you I’m going to stroke you with a featherlight touch or fuck you until you scream.”
I could feel my sex clenching, and knew at the change in his tone that he saw it.
“Keep your legs spread for me, arms, too,” he said, and I whimpered in protest, certain that if I could rip off the damn blindfold I would drown in his expression of smug satisfaction.
“Please,” I said. “What about touch? It’s a sense, too.”
“So it is. Is that what you want?”
“I want you to touch me,” I said. “I want you inside me.”
“Soon,” he promised. “But until then, I think we can make you want it just a little bit more.”
I felt something whispy and soft graze my skin.
“What is it?” I asked. “A feather?”
“There are feathers,” he said. “And little strips of leather all bundled together like a flower at the end of a flexible stick.”
“Um …”
“Technically, it’s a cat toy.” He trailed the feathery end over my sex, making me arch up with surprise and pleasure. “I find playing with this kind of * much more interesting.”
“Meow,” I said, and made him laugh.
“Good kitty.” I heard the tease in his voice, and then felt the tease of the toy’s touch. He trailed it all over me, the feathers barely touching my skin, from the soles of my feet all the way up to the curve of my ear. Everything stroked and teased and aroused, and when I was wet and hot and ready to beg him for more, he had me flip to my stomach and started on my back.
“Please,” I said. “Tyler, please.”
“Please what?”
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. I was on fire. I wanted release. I wanted him. “Everything, I think.”
“Whatever the lady needs. On your knees, then. Arms on the bed, ass in the air.”
“I—” I shut off my words when I realized I had no idea what I’d intended to say. So I shifted my position, did as he said, then moaned with pleasure as he thrust his fingers deep inside me—
And then cried out in surprise when the toy smacked hard against my ass, the sting both shocking and sweet.
“Oh, yes,” he said as my vagina clenched tight around him. “The lady likes that.”
“Yes,” I whispered, as the sting seemed to spill warmth through my body, and my clit throbbed in a demand for attention.
“You’re incredible,” he said. “I love the way your body responds. I could tease you and play with you all day.”
“That works for me,” I murmured as he stroked his hands over my rear in slow, sensual circles, then surprised me again with another smack, this one just a little harder, the pain just a little sweeter.
He pressed his palm to the site, then stroked in easy, soothing circles as the fire that the first strike had sparked spread through me, like warm fingers to light me up and turn me on.
Behind the blindfold my eyes were closed. I’d never expected—never even imagined—such a heightened sense of pleasure coupled with anticipation—of his hand, of his cock, of just one more sting.