“Do you trust me?”
He held her face in his hands, letting his thumbs fall lightly over her closed eyes before tracing the outline of her jaw. Her head fell back and her lips parted slightly as he wrapped his fingers around her slender neck.
“Yes,” she breathed as he covered her mouth with his.
He knew without a doubt that she did. They had no limits, and their trust was implicit, but he had a plan. He was going to push the one boundary she rarely admitted. He stroked her hair and reminded her that she was his focus, his priority.
He allowed her a moment to look around the room, to absorb as much of the familiar surroundings as she could before he covered her eyes with the blindfold. It was their bed, so she wouldn’t question the chair he’d placed at the foot of it, or the pile of rope on the floor next to it. It wouldn’t have changed anything if she had.
He caressed her soft curves as he slowly removed her clothes. He knew every inch of her body intimately. He knew it better than she did. He knew when she was about to come as she rode him. He could see it on her face, in her eyes, and he could feel it in the tension in her body. And he knew the exact moment when pinching her nipples would throw her into a powerful orgasm.
His hand paused briefly in the warmth between her legs. She sucked in her breath when he dipped his fingers inside of her. It would have been so easy to dive into her and lose sight of everything around them. But he removed his fingers, marvelling at how wet she was. She was always wet for him. He loved that it only took one word to open her floodgates. He smiled and took a step back to admire her. She stood there naked and blindfolded with her mouth open, waiting to taste herself on his fingers. As well as he knew her desires, she knew his too.
Leading her to the chair, he instructed her to sit and lifted each leg over an arm, securing them snugly with the rope. He wanted her thighs spread wide so that he could see her most honest reaction to the night’s events. He hoped that as conflicted as she would be about sharing him, her desire to please him would take over. He was gentle, handling her as if she were a delicate piece of china as he pulled her arms behind her, cuffing her wrists. He brushed his lips across the soft skin of her shoulder and took a deep breath.
It was time.
He didn’t dare underestimate her. The instant the bedroom door opened, she would know they were no longer alone. She would sense the girl’s presence, and she would smell the girl’s sweet perfume no matter how faint the scent.
When the girl stepped into the room, he watched his partner’s cheeks flush with heat. Her chest began to rise and fall with ever quickening breaths, and he would have given anything to be able to read her thoughts.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered into her ear.
Her voice broke. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
He’d often expressed his desire to find a toy to join them, not because she wasn’t enough for him, but because he wanted a witness to the intensity of the power that flowed between them. He wanted to share it, share her.
Removing her blindfold, he watched the insecurity seep into her green eyes as she took in the young woman on the middle of the bed. He had forced her to confront her limits, and it came adorned with perky breasts and erect nipples. His weakness. He could almost feel the lump forming in her throat as he watched her swallow convulsively. Before she turned away, he caught a glimpse of the tears filling his lover’s eyes as he pulled the girl to the side of the bed, instructing her to suck his cock.
“Look at me,” he said sternly.
She did as she was told, as always, but with an emotion written on her face that he had not seen before. Anger. He felt her struggle as she blinked back tears, fighting not to let them fall. The look in her eyes said she hated him, and at that moment, he knew she probably did. But then her eyes fell to the girl on her knees in front of him, to her hand wrapped around his shaft as her blonde head bobbed up and down furiously. As he neared orgasm, he gripped the girl’s head and began to thrust, shoving himself deeper down her throat. Holding his woman’s eyes with his own, he exploded with a growl into the girl’s mouth. He watched his partner’s brow knit in thought as she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out and she quickly clamped it shut. He bit back a smile.
He could tell that she was beginning to understand that regardless of the fucktoy they played with, no matter how another woman pleased him, it was a moment they would enjoy together. And he saw the proof of the realization glistening between her thighs.
Tossing the petite girl onto the bed, he spread her legs wide and flicked his tongue over her clit as she writhed and screamed beneath him. He brought the girl to orgasm, but his eyes never strayed from his prize who was secured firmly to the chair. His plaything’s controlled breathing and the renewed spark in her eyes told him that she finally understood the point of the night, and was no longer hurt or angry. She was hungry.
“Untie me,” she said, her tone even and sure.
Without hesitation, he rose from the bed, leaving the girl breathless and wanting to fuck.
He bent over his babygirl and grabbed a handful of her hair, snatching her head back to expose the curve of her throat.
“Untie me, what?”
The corner of his mouth curled into a half-smile as his hand plunged between her thighs, making her cry out when he impaled her with his fingers.
“Untie me…please,” she panted.
After unhooking her cuffs, he ran his fingers along the length of her body and loosened the knots at her ankles, allowing the rope to fall to the floor. He was proud of her, and answered her unspoken question with a nod. He melted into the palm of her hand when she placed it affectionately on his cheek, walking past him to the dresser. As she slid the top drawer open and removed the leather strap-on, he wondered again at how lucky they were to have found each other. Handing him the harness, she flashed him the smile that had the ability to reduce him to a puddle. He fastened the buckles at her hips and gave her nipple a tweak before turning her to face the mirror. She tilted her head as he stood behind her, his fingers splayed on her stomach. He stroked the strap-on she wore and smiled at their reflection as she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. She was his fantasy come to life, and she pleased him like no other.
She turned her attention to the girl. “My turn.”
