13. Delia
CHAPTER 13
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I expected him to drop to his knees right there. But, he surprised me, as usual.
He released my hands and bent at the knees, scooped his hands under my ass, and lifted me into the air. My legs went around his waist, and my arms around his neck, my fingers trailing through the hair at his nape. I took the opportunity to taste him: I kissed his jaw, his cheek, his throat with soft slow kisses with a flick of my tongue to taste the salt of his flesh. I sucked on his earlobe, breathed into his ear. Cupped the back of his head and kissed the corner of his mouth, his chin, the base of his throat.
I felt his erection nudging against my ass as he carried me up the stairs—climbing effortlessly, as if my weight was insignificant. He took me to his room, kicking the door closed with a slam.
He set me on my feet beside his mammoth bed. "Do you trust me, Delia?"
I frowned up at him, taken off guard by the sudden and serious question. "I…I'm starting to. Why?"
"Because I want to do something with you, but it requires you to trust me."
"Will it hurt?"
"I'd never hurt you," I said. "At least, not beyond some light spanking and maybe a bite here and there."
"No videos or photographs, nothing goes in my ass, and no gags."
"Perhaps we can revisit the first caveat in the future, but rest assured, I would never, ever, ever allow any sensitive materials to be discovered, shared, or disseminated. I am not a man who likes to share. And where you're concerned, I shall be very, very selfish indeed."
I let out a breath, nervous to discover what he had in mind. Nervous…and eager. "Then I shall choose to offer you my trust, Mr. Hawkins." I swallowed hard and searched his eyes with mine, knowing full well mine were probably all shimmery with emotion. "Please take care of it, Hunter. I do not trust easily. I've…I've been burned. Badly. By pretty much everyone I’ve ever dated. So…this is…it's hard for me." I fidgeted awkwardly with the hem of my shirt and shoved my hands into my pockets to stop them from the nervous fidgeting.
His smile was beautifully gentle. "Delia, please believe me when I say that I understand completely. Everything I do will be focused entirely on your pleasure and enjoyment. Your trust is the most precious thing I could ever have. And, not to brag, but I own an original Renoir, among others."
I couldn't help laughing. "I get it, you're rich."
"Sassy."
"Bet your ass I am. And you love it."
"I do. I very much love it. I'd like to do very bad things to that smart, sassy mouth of yours, though."
I grinned, cupping him over his zipper. "You would, hmm? Such as?"
"You're about to find out, sweetheart. Wait there—don't move."
“Okay…?"
He vanished, breezing past me in a swirl of Hawk-scent. "Close your eyes."
I did, and my ears immediately attuned to him. I heard a rustling and his soft footsteps on the carpet as he moved behind me. Something soft and cool and slippery touched my eyes and was tied behind my head, a necktie most likely.
"Can you see?" he asked.
I opened my eyes, but everything was black. "No."
"If at any time you get uncomfortable and want to stop, just tell me. But don't say it if you don't mean it, Delia."
"I don't play those games, Hawk. Hard to get, no means yes, saying I'm fine when I'm not…that shit isn't my style."
"Good." Soft lips and scratchy stubble brushed my jaw; a hand swept across my lower back. "All you have to do now, my lovely Delia, is stand there and be perfect."
"I can do that," I breathed.
Fingers ran along the waist of my jeans, paused at the button closure, flicked it open, and then traveled to my belly button, lifting my shirt with it. Up, up, up went my shirt. Cool air wafted across my bare stomach.
He worked the shirt off, careful not to dislodge my blindfold. I'd worn my favorite bra and panties set—crimson lace and silk, comfortable as hell and sexy as fuck. The bra was a bombshell pushup, and the cups just barely covered my nipples. Since, as we've already established, I have rather large breasts to begin with, the overall effect tends to dumbfound those I've blessed with a viewing.
Hunter, going on the stunned silence, was no exception. A full minute passed, by my count, before he found his tongue.
"Jesus Christ on crutches, Delia."
I smirked in the direction of his voice. "What?" I asked, endeavoring to sound innocent.
"You. Just…you. You fucking stun me, woman."
I expected his hands on my tits, or his mouth. Wanted that. That's not what I got, though. I got a hot wet kiss to the round of my left shoulder. A palm grazed my belly. Fingers teasing just under the elastic of my underwear. Stubble scraped my jawline, and then lips ghosted across mine, gone before I could claim the kiss I so badly wanted.
My knees shook, and my hands trembled. I wanted to be touched. I wanted to be kissed. I wanted Hawk . I needed him. I had finally allowed myself the realization that I was in love with him, and I wanted to feel safe enough to say so to him.
I didn't.
I was scared.
And that wasn't on him—or not entirely, at least.
But this?
The teasing? The blindfold? I hadn't expected this. I was off-balance and unsure what to expect. Every time he touched me, I flinched, gasped, expecting him to claim my erogenous zones.
Was this a game? A test? I wanted him to kiss me and make love to me and convince me to do life with him.
Because truthfully, I needed convincing. I wanted it—or, I wanted something. I just didn't know what. I just knew I wanted more, and with him.
Breathing shakily, I waited for his next touch.
Lips between my shoulder blades, my nape, the ridge of one shoulder and then the other. Hands circling my waist to cover my bare belly. Fingertips divoting under my panties, teasing downward…I swallowed hard, involuntarily sucking in my stomach.
His touch retreated millimeters from my sex, leaving me whimpering, knees quaking. "Hawk," I whispered.
"Yes, gorgeous?"
"You're teasing me."
"Yes, I am."
"I don't like being teased."
"You will."
"Mmmm. Vaguely threatening verbal foreplay—my favorite."
His laugh was a rough sound against my shoulder, followed by a slow touch of his lips to the side of my neck. His fingers lowered my zipper.
Somehow, he managed to make the removal of my sneakers and socks enthralling and titillating, or maybe I was just horny as fuck and would have found a stiff breeze erotic.
I swallowed hard and waited for what he'd do next.
A tug at the leg of my jeans slid the denim down an inch, and then two, and then they stuck at the swell of my ass. Lips, warm and damp, touched my belly, stuttered down to kiss here and there, navel, curve of my side, the slice of skin between navel and underwear.
I gasped at his kisses, which dotted and danced across my belly, daring higher and higher while his fingers hooked into the belt loops of my jeans and drew them down and down. Past my ass, past the place where my thighs touched.
When the jeans pooled at my feet, I stepped out of them. Stood blindfolded in just my lingerie, knees shaking and breath coming soft and fast.
"Fuck," he groaned, disbelief rife in his voice. "So fucking beautiful."
"God, Hunter."
"Love the way you say my name, Delia. I never really liked it until now."
"Hunter."
"Mmm." I felt the breeze of his movement as he circled me. "I just want to look at you. Memorize this moment. Burn the sight of you like this into my brain."
Hands rested on my waist, cupping the swell of my hips. Lips touched my spine just above my bra strap.
"Touch me, goddammit," I hissed, unable to hold it in any longer. "Please."
"Beg all you want, Beautiful, but I will not be rushed."
"I'm going crazy. Stop fucking with me."
He nibbled my earlobe, and when he spoke, his words were a hot breath, felt more than heard. "I'm not fucking with you, Delia. I'm researching."
"Enough of the games. Just get me naked and fuck me already."
I felt his amusement even if he didn't respond out loud immediately. “Oh no, I don't think so." He was in front of me, then, and I felt him towering over me; his lips slid over my throat, and his hand cupped my ass. "I'm going to take my time, Delia. You said you'd try to trust me. So…try. I promise you, when I finally give you what you want, the torture you're going through right now will be worth it."
"Done this a lot, have you?"
"Jealous?"
I swallowed. "Yes. A little."
"Only a little?"
"We’re both adults. We both know we've had other partners. I just…I don't want to think that this, what you’re doing to me, is part of some standard repertoire of yours. A move. A game." I felt my eyes prickling, hot and burning with pressure. "I want…I want to feel…special." My voice dropped to a tiny whisper at the end.
"Delia," he murmured. "Precious, beautiful Delia. You have no idea, do you?"
"About what?"
"How I feel about you."
"No. You haven’t told me."
“You’re absolutely right—I haven't. Neither have you, I might add.” He cradled my cheek in one hand, his lips nuzzling mine. "You're all there is, Delia. Have I played with blindfolds before? Yes. But I'm not playing a game. I may be teasing you, but I swear to you, it will be worth it."
"I just…"
"Focus on me, sweetheart." Behind me, now, fingers trailing down my spine from neck to bra strap. "Talk to me. Tell me what you want."
"Touch me."
He grasped my waist. "Like this?"
"You're only teasing yourself, you know."
"Damn right I am. Do you have the slightest fucking clue how hard I am right now, seeing you in this?" He trailed those fingers along my bra strap. "Do you have the slightest fucking clue how badly I want to rip it off you and fuck you where you stand?"
"Hawk, fuck…please. I want that. Please." I was begging, now. Shamelessly.
My pussy was soaked, dripping with need. My nipples were diamond hard and aching. My skin tingled. One touch and I'd combust.
Yet he knelt behind me, hands on my waist, and kissed my back from shoulder blades to coccyx. He slid my panties down an inch…two, three, baring the upper swell of my ass, which his lips touched, kissed, paused upon, tongue darting and flitting across my skin. Another inch down, more kisses to the exposed flesh. Kisses, kisses while his hands glided up my calves and down my shins and up my calves once more to my thighs, palms pressing over my hipbones and my belly to rest just beneath my breasts, pausing, lips caressing the small of my back and the divot where my ass crack began, here and there and everywhere but where I wanted his kisses the most.
Quick, soft, short breaths escaped my lips as I struggled against the urge to plead yet again, fists clenched to keep me from grabbing him and shoving him violently where I needed him.
He asked me to trust him. So, trust him I would. Or, at least, I'd try.
My panties slid lower yet, bunched into a thin roll-up of silk and lace in the folds beneath my ass cheeks, the top of my sex bared. I felt his touch sweep across my belly once more, to the front of my thighs, catching the rolled-up underwear almost by accident and drawing them down past my knees until they drooped and then dropped around my feet.
He pressed a hand to the back of my knee, lifted my leg to step out, and then repeated the action on the other side. My sex was exposed now, soaked and hot and full of pressure and pulsing with need.
"Hawk," I gasped, as he palmed my ass in both hands, groaning in rough male appreciation as he squeezed, kneaded, and petted me. "More."
"Patience, Beautiful. You'll get all you want and so much more." He kissed the small of my back, my tailbone, one cheek and the other, and his hands slid around front to curl around my thighs, high and so close to my pussy. "Just let me worship you."
I shook all over as he palmed my thighs, and then at long last drew a fingertip up my seam, a silken soft touch along the lips. Again. And again.
"P-please, Hawk. Touch my pussy. Make me come. Let me come. Please ."
His laugh was almost malicious in its amusement. "Oh my sweet darling. I've barely begun."
"Fuck."
Another rough laugh. "Remember the first time I made you come?"
"Y-yes?" I was shaking so hard my teeth chattered, so potent was the need blazing within me.
"When I let you come, that will seem like nothing at all."
"I passed out, Hawk."
"Precisely."
I waited for the next touch of his lips, his hands. Instead, there was nothing. Only a sense of movement and a waft of air, and then I gasped as his lips touched my belly and his hands cradled my ass. My hips flexed forward in a silent, helpless plea.
He kissed my navel. My pudendum. Cupped my ass and caressed it, played with it, squeezing and lifting, patting and smoothing, scratching and slapping. And all the while, his lips kissed here and there of me: hipbone, quad, belly, the delicate fold where hip, sex, and thigh joined. His stubble was deliciously rough against my lips, and I rubbed myself against him, panting.
"Tell me what you want me to do, Delia. Ask me. Order me."
I buried my fingers in his hair. "M-my clit, Hawk. Lick it. Suck on it. Put your fingers inside me. Fuck me with them. Take off my bra and play with my tits. Suck on my nipples."
"Mmmmm," He growled. "That sounds like a lot of fun."
"Please, Hawk. Please. Please ."
"Love the way you beg, sweetheart." His finger slid over my mouth. "Pretty red lips saying such sweet things. Begging me to make you make you come."
"Want me on my knees?" I said, knotting my fingers in his hair and tilting his head back. "Want me to beg for your cock? I need it, Hawk. I need your cock. I want it in my mouth. I want it between my tits. You wanna titty-fuck me? Bend me over the bed? You wanna come on my face? Or my tits? Anything, Hawk. Anything ."
"All of that and more, darling. You'll get my cock, I promise. However you want it…once I'm done playing with you."
He licked up my seam while sliding his hands up my belly, and this time, he didn't stop. He cupped my tits over my bra, and then yanked the cups down to let my heavy breasts bounce free. I gasped at the rough exposure, and then whimpered when his tongue, almost by accident, slipped against my clit. He kissed my pussy, then, lips to lips, kissing with such self-evident love that my heart clenched and the unbearable heat and pressure blossomed into something impossible, so potent and demanding that all I could do was gasp and whimper.
He pinched the clasp of my bra and then guided the straps down to my elbows, and the garment drooped off, and he tossed it aside.
Finally, I was naked for him.
His mouth covered my clit and his hands caressed my breasts, and I nearly sobbed in relief, even though I was still far from the edge of orgasm.
It wouldn't be long, I knew. I was so aroused, so fraught with climactic pressure that one errant lick to my clit and I'd combust, explode.
Hawk, it seemed, knew my body a little too well. He pinched my nipples and sent lances of heat billowing through me in a sharp line from nipples to clit, and his mouth slid over my seam and his tongue delved inward, retreating as it neared my clit.
Again, he pinched and licked, and my knees trembled, threatening to give out entirely before he'd even really begun.
I held onto his hair as my hips thrust against him. He cupped the weight of my breasts in his hands and his lips slid slow wet kisses along the slopes from chest to areolae, one breast and the other, back and forth, daring closer and closer each time to my nipples. When he finally suckled a nipple into his mouth, I gasped shrilly and arched my back to press deeper into his mouth. Held him there, panting as his tongue flicked and swirled. My sex pulsed as he gentled his mouth to a soft kiss, and then bit sharply enough that I cried out in shock rather than real pain. He pinched one and licked the other. I gasped again and again as heat built inside me with each kiss and each pinch to my hard, throbbing, hypersensitive nipples, and my knees dipped and my hips bucked.
No.
No way. It's not possible.
Yet, with each kiss and lick, each caress and pinch, each twist and flick, the coruscating pressure and wild potent heat gathered behind my clit.
God, one touch and I'd come.
Just one.
Yet still he denied me, remaining focused on my tits, plying them with kisses and licks and pinches until I was gasping and dipping, bucking and panting, riding the ramping waves of ecstasy from nipple play alone.
I lost track of time, then, as dizziness washed over me and orgasm built inside me. I held him to my breasts and panted raggedly, so close now it hurt.
"Hawk," I rasped, my voice hoarse with need. "Please—goddammit, please. I'm so close."
"I know you are, darling. It would feel so good to come right now, wouldn't it?"
"Yes!"
"Say please."
"Please!"
"Perhaps just a little one."
I felt him rise, and his mouth ghosted across mine. "Hold onto me, sweetheart."
I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my nose against the pulse thrumming behind the soft thin skin of his throat. "Please, Hawk. Please."
He drew a finger over my seam. Gripped my hair in his fist and yanked my head backward, a rough demanding jerk that left me gasping, and his finger delved inside my tight, hot, wet pussy as his mouth slashed over mine, tongue sweeping and demanding.
I came as he kissed me.
But, as promised, it was a small one, brief and aborted as he drilled a finger inside me and then swirled it against my clit just enough to trigger my climax, and then he stopped, pulling away entirely, leaving me shaking, whimpering, and about to collapse.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice a hot whisper against my ear.
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I trust you."
"Say my name."
"Hunter."
"All together, now."
"I trust you, Hunter."
"Sweetest words," he whispered. "Almost as sweet as the words I dream of hearing you say to me."
"I'll say them, Hunter. I'll say them, and I'll mean them."
He was on the other side of me, now. "I know. But not yet. I wouldn't want to think you only said them to get an orgasm."
"I would never ," I snapped, indignant. I softened my tone. "I couldn't. Those words mean too much to me."
He claimed my mouth again. "I know,” he whispered, between kisses. "I know. Me too."
And then he scooped me up with rough hands on my ass, hefting me airborne, carried me a few quick steps, and tossed me. I shrieked in unfeigned fear and shock as I flew momentarily and then landed on the bed with a bounce.
Instead of pouncing on me, I felt…nothing. No Hawk, no hands, no mouth.
"Hawk?"
I felt the bed dip on my left side, and he knelt over me, pulled me up onto the bed, and positioned me on the pillows. The same soft, cool, slippery material circled my wrist, tightened, and then he drew my arm over my head—and the other. He bound my wrists together and tied them in place, so I only had a small amount of leeway.
"Hawk?"
His lips touched mine. "Hush, darling."
My ankle was bound, and the other. I was immobilized now. Helpless. And, honestly, equal parts turned on and terrified.
I panted, fighting panic. "Hawk. I…I don't know about this."
My legs were open, my weeping sex exposed. The air was cool on the drippings of my desire. My nipples throbbed. My heart pounded.
He didn't answer. I felt his weight on my left side. A kiss to my stomach—I flinched.
"I've got you, Gorgeous. Focus on what you feel. Focus on me."
I squeezed my eyes shut behind the blindfold and breathed through my fear—which was more about the lack of control than actually being tied up. I knew without a doubt that if I asked, he'd let me go immediately. I tugged at the bonds around my wrists and I knew if I worked at it, I could get loose. This knowledge soothed me—I did trust Hawk, I just…I had to know, for myself.
God, I really had control issues.
"I…I trust you, Hunter." I sank against the pillows, slowing my breathing.
Anticipating his touch, his kiss.
Lips touched my thigh. A hand grazed over my breast. I flinched, arched, gasped. A finger slid over my seam; a tongue flicked my nipple. Lips fused to a nipple, and that finger slid close and dipped inside. Slowly pushing into my channel, one finger curled inside me and he sucked on my nipple until I arched off the mattress and cried out.
He added a second finger and made love to my breast with his mouth. Two fingers drove into me and withdrew.
Orgasm rose within me, all at once burgeoning to nuclear heat, bucking my hips upward.
Again, those two thick fingers fucked into me, and I curled forward, pulling against the restraints as waves of ecstasy billowed through me.
He stopped, withdrawing his fingers right as I was seconds from coming.
"Hawk! Fuck, no, please, please… fuck !" I thrashed against the bonds, furious and desperate.
His weight moved, shifting down between my legs. Kisses trailed over my belly, hands cradled my breasts.
Lips covered my clit, and I cried out, ragged and raw. "Hawk!"
For long, unbearable, infuriating minutes, then, he toyed with me, teased me. Brought me to the quivering edge of climax, only to change up and pull me back from the edge.
Again and again, he edged me to the cusp of orgasm, teased me away, and then pushed me to the edge once more.
Before long, I was writhing helplessly, weeping openly with wild, crazed, unbridled madness. "HAWK!" I screamed. "Please, please. Fuck, please, baby. Please ."
His lips brushed the corner of my mouth. "Baby?"
"I…I don't know where that came from," I admitted. "Never called anyone baby in my life."
"I like it," he whispered into my ear. "A fucking lot. Especially if it belongs only to me."
"It does," I answered. "Only yours. Like me, baby. I’m only for you."
"Promise?"
"Promise." I thrashed as he teased my slit with clever fingers. "Are…are you…mine?"
"Oh, my beautiful Delia." He slid those clever fingers inside me. Curled them against my G-spot until I quaked all over like a dry leaf in a long autumn wind. "You'll have to claim me, won't you?"
"How?"
“That's up to you." He fucked my slit with his fingers and rubbed his thumb over my clit, making me thrash and buck and growl like a trapped wildcat. "This is me claiming you."
"And then it's my turn?"
"Yes," he whispered, "and then it's your turn."
"And you'll submit to whatever I want? You'll trust me like I trust you?"
"Yes."
I rode his fingers, then, thrusting against them as a titanic climax swelled within me. "Promise? Swear to me, Hunter. Swear you'll trust me. Swear you'll give yourself to me."
Closer and closer I soared, and his mouth covered a breast, tongued a nipple, and then slid up my breastbone, kissed my throat, my chin, my mouth. "I swear it, Delia."
Fingers fucking, thumb rubbing, mouth kissing until I lost my ability to breathe, he brought me to the quivering edge of a climax so massive, so powerful, so divine that it terrified me—it would rip me in half, when it tore through me.
Could you die from an orgasm? Because this one, when it hit, might just kill me.
I shook and shrieked as he finger-fucked me and ravaged my mouth with his tongue and took me to the edge.
"Are you ready, Delia?" he demanded.
"Yes!"
The edge approached, a swift rolling tsunami of orgasmic intensity, and now he didn't slow, didn't change his pressure or his touch; his fingers slid through my pulsing, tightening pussy and his thumb circled my throbbing clit and his fingers pinched and squeezed my nipples in alternation, and his mouth plundered mine and he didn't stop, didn't slow as the beast within broke loose.
It hit me like a freight train.
White heat smashed through my body, synapse by synapse, nerve-ending by nerve-ending, swift as light and slow as molasses at the same time. Reality distorted and light burst behind my shut eyes. I was utterly paralyzed by the climax as it ripped through me like a lightning storm, lance after lance striking my core, and he thrust his fingers into me and rubbed my clit with the perfect pressure and speed, and when I couldn't make my mouth return his kisses because I was too busy screaming, he suckled my nipple between his teeth so the sharp bite of pain sent me into renewed paroxysms of frenetic, desperate, blinding release.
And it didn't stop.
Instead of multiple orgasms, he pushed me into one mad, wild, shattering climax, scream after scream shredding my throat until I was hoarse, my hips bucking and thrashing until I couldn't move.
It was endless—I couldn't breathe, couldn't move. I just kept coming and coming, wrenching my body into contortions of ecstasy that were pulled short by the silk restraints.
"H-Hawk!" I panted, sweating and breathless. "I—I can't. I can't. No more. No more."
Instead of heeding my plea, he palmed my breasts and fused his mouth to my clit, and now the endless orgasm shifted, twisting into something new all over again, freeing my lungs so I could cry out again, hot tears streaming down my cheeks as waves of climax surged through me, and my hips bucked helplessly as I kicked and pulled and bucked and thrust, coming and coming and coming against his mouth.
Sobs tore out of me, and the lightning struck and struck, and the heat billowed through me and the blinding light behind my eyes flashed and flickered, and still I came.
"P-please, Hunter," I begged, "no more."
"No?" he whispered.
"I can't. I can't take any more."
He released me from the throes of climax, then, slowly bringing me down to earth once more, his tongue's licking and his caresses to my breasts slowing until I was able to stop thrashing and spasming, and my lungs could pull a full breath, and the sobs could subside.
"Let me go now," I whispered when I could summon the powers of speech. "Please. It's my turn."
"I don't know," he murmured. "I kind of like playing with you like this. Having you helpless. Spread out and tied up for me."
"Hunter, you promised."
"I did. And I'll keep my promise. I just…it's so tempting to keep you here like this. I could keep you coming for hours."
"No," I hissed, desperate and crazed. "No. No. I want you. I need you."
"What is it you need?"
“Your cock."
“You need my cock?"
“Yes!" I cried. "I need it."
His weight vanished, and I heard rustling, and then the bed dipped under his weight, and I felt his hot flesh and solid muscle brush me. He knelt between my legs, hard thighs against mine, and his mouth stuttered up my belly and between my breasts, and his weight shifted upward.
He straddled my belly, and I felt something soft and warm touch my cheek. "This?" he whispered.
Oh, fuck—his cock. I opened my mouth, tongue out. "Yes!"
He slid it over my upper lip. "You want it, Delia?"
I tasted him with my tongue, soft flesh and salt. “Yes! I want it. Let me have it, Hunter. Fuck my mouth. Please."
I opened my mouth wide, tongue out, begging.
I tasted pre-cum, and moaned in pleasure as the flavor of him burst onto my tongue. "Mmmm," I hummed. "Love how you taste."
"More?" he whispered.
"More," I agreed.
The full thickness of him slid past my lips, and I stretched my jaw wide to accept him, moaning happily as he filled my mouth. I opened my throat for him, and he filled that too, and I swallowed around him, tongue working against his veins, and I sucked desperate breaths in through my nose and extended my neck and took more of him, nuzzling his belly with my nose.
"Fuck, Delia. Is that what you want?"
"Mmmmm," I groaned. "Mmmm-hmmm!”
"You like my cock, don't you?"
"Mmm-hmm!"
He pulled back, and I worked my tongue against him as he drew out completely, and I gagged on a desperate breath, gasping, panting. "Love how you take my cock, Delia."
“More," I whispered. "I want your cum, baby. Give it to me. Come for me. Come down my throat. Come on my face. Come on my tits. Please. I need it."
"Fuck," he hissed. "She’s begging for it."
"Yes," I panted. "Please, Hunter."
"What if instead I did…” he whispered in my ear. “This?"
The blindfold vanished, and then he released my wrists with a single deft flick of his wrist, and then one foot, and then the other, and then I was free.