Chapter 14
Fourteen
June
My head is spinning. We’ve talked so long that it’s late. We’ve been staring at each other in silence for several minutes since we exhausted the topic and I’ve no longer been able to come up with more questions. I’m sure I’ll have plenty in the days to come, but I’m tired now.
Blade is holding my hand, stroking my fingers. His knuckles are grazing my thighs. Something I wasn’t aware of inside me has been tingling all day, ever since he stripped me naked and gave me a bath. He’s awakened something inside me. Arousal. Need.
I want that. I want to know what it feels like to be loved. This is nothing like the relationship I had with my ex. That wasn’t love. I thought I loved him in the beginning, but it was just lust and wishful thinking. A good-looking man found me attractive and swooped me off my feet.
Nothing about that was ever real for him. It was a game. He’d taken me to see if he could control me, and he did for three years before I escaped.
This thing with Blade is nothing like that.
I know he’s not manipulating me. For one thing, I was Pete’s glorified servant.
He expected his meals at certain times. He had rules, but they were not fun rules meant to make me horny.
They were mean rules like keeping the grout clean and meeting him at the door with a beer when he came home.
Rules like sucking his cock whenever he felt like it and spreading my legs with no warning or foreplay.
Every moment of this day has been foreplay with Blade.
Now that we’ve relaxed and sat staring at each other with odd grins, I want more.
My nipples are hard. My panties are wet.
I feel like something inside me is going to implode if it doesn’t get out.
Is this what it feels like to be aroused? I have to think so.
“Will you make love to me?” I blurt out.
He brings my fingers to his lips and rubs my knuckles along the softness. “Not tonight. I don’t want to risk hurting you. I’m sure your arm hurts. I’ve seen you wince several times. I bet you have far more visible bruises tonight than I saw earlier.”
I sigh.
“But I will spread your legs and eat your pretty cunt until your eyes roll back. How does that sound?”
My eyes pop out of my head. He’s serious. My heart races. I swallow. “You won’t be disappointed if it doesn’t work, will you?”
“Not even a possibility, Little one. You’re going to come so hard you’ll forget about your arm.” He tucks one arm under my knees and rises, taking me with him, supporting me cradled against his chest.
I’d never heard of age play until tonight, but I feel every bit as Little as he suggested as I lean my head against his shoulder and let him carry me. He obviously has no issues with my weight. Not that I weigh much. But most grown men aren’t in good enough shape to carry a woman.
Blade is. He’s not even winded. He supports me with one hand under my bottom while he wanders around, turning off lights before heading for the master bedroom.
“You’re sure you don’t want me to sleep in the guest room?” I tease.
He laughs. “Never. Not ever.”
“And why did you offer me two rooms?” I ask as we pass them.
“One for an office. One for a playroom. You might want to have a daybed where you can nap, but you’ll sleep in my arms overnight. I can’t stomach the idea of going one more night without you in my bed. It seems like today was a month long. You’re mine, June. You’re in my bed from now on.”
He kicks the door to the bedroom closed and shuffles toward the giant bed. When we reach it, he lowers me onto my feet in front of him and starts peeling off my clothes, slowly revealing me to him.
I hold my breath. He’s seen me naked more than once today, but this is different. We’re about to go down a path I’ve never been on. I’m thirty years old. I was married for three years. And I feel like I have less experience than most teenagers.
Blade is careful with my arm, easing my shirt over it so he doesn’t jostle it more than necessary. He leaves my bra and panties until last and takes a minute to look at me as I stand before him in the plain white cotton.
“So sexy.” He reaches up to drag a knuckle over one of my nipples through the cotton.
I flinch and gasp. I’ve never been this turned on, and all he’s done is indirectly touch my nipple. I’m panting. I’m also beginning to believe he can make me come.
Finally, he reaches behind and unfastens my bra, letting the straps fall away. I feel more naked than earlier. His gaze is intense, filled with longing.
He lifts his head to look me in the eyes. “If you’re hurting…”
I shake my head. “I can’t feel anything.”
“Okay. You’ll tell me. I don’t want you to be in pain.”
I cup his jaw, stroking his soft beard. I’ve felt it against my skin several times today, but this is the first time I’ve taken the liberty to blatantly touch it.
Blade tips his face into my palm and kisses my sensitive skin before he rises and turns us, lifting me off my feet and lowering me onto the mattress. He stares down at me while he pulls his shirt over his head and kicks his shoes off.
I hope he will remove his jeans, too, but he doesn’t. He places a knee on the bed and hooks his fingers in the elastic waist of my panties. I lift my hips so he can draw them down my legs.
“Spread open for me, Little one. Let me see you.”
I tremble as I part my knees and let them fall to the comforter.
“Good girl.”
Fuck. Those words. If that’s part of age play, where do I sign up? I love it when he calls me good girl.
He sets his knuckles on my inner thighs and grazes them up and down until I’m writhing. He hasn’t touched me anywhere important, and already, I know this is going to be a monumental experience.
“So fucking pretty,” he mutters. He gives a tug on my pubic hair. “Tomorrow, I’m going to shave this. Tonight, I’m going to rub my face against it.”
It’s interesting how he can be really bossy without it coming off negatively. I know if I told him I didn’t want him to shave me, he wouldn’t. That’s the difference. The idea of him spreading me open, lathering my mons, and scraping a razor over the sensitive skin makes my pussy drip.
My hands are at my sides; I don’t know what to do with them. I have them fisted against the sheets.
Blade leans over me, plants his palms on either side of me, and lowers his lips to one of my nipples.
I nearly shoot off the bed when he flicks the turgid tip with his tongue.
I’ve been missing out. The only time my ex paid attention to my breasts was when he grabbed them roughly with his entire fist to twist and hurt me when he was angry.
He could bring me to my knees with one flick of his wrist. He made my breasts something he could abuse, turning them into nothing remotely sexy.
Blade is staring at them with reverence, licking his lips. He’s breathing heavily, and he drops his mouth again to suckle one nipple before switching to the other.
I arch and cry out.
“That’s my girl. Don’t hold back. Scream if you need to. No one will ever hear you. This apartment is fully sound-proofed from the next floor.”
I’m delirious with lust. I’m aware that there are scrapes and bruises all over me, but he can’t see them, and I’m not looking.
He switches back and forth between my nipples, driving my need higher, tormenting them with his lips and tongue and even his teeth. He grazes them and nips at them playfully until my head rolls back and I think I might fly through the roof.
I’m gasping for air as he kisses a path toward my pussy, and I stop breathing when he nuzzles my soft hair before blowing against my clit.
I seriously had no idea I could be so sexual. I’m awakening from a long sleep. A thirty-year rest.
He uses his thumbs to part my folds, exposing me to the air, making me aware of how wet I am. He inhales deeply, scenting me. Holy fuck. He’s so damn sexy.
And then his mouth is on me. He sucks my clit and flicks it with his tongue.
I cry out and nearly come off the bed as I lift my hips.
Blade palms my inner thighs and holds them wide, pressing me against the mattress. The restraint drives my arousal higher. Why? Madness. I should be scared. I should be panicking.
Instead, I want more.
He’s a god with his tongue. I’ve been missing out. He laps at me over and over before thrusting his tongue into my channel.
A long, low moan fills the room. It’s coming from me.
He returns to my clit, sucking, licking, tasting…moaning against me… The vibrations drive me out of my body.
I try to lift my hips again, but he’s holding me firmly, so instead, I grab his shoulder with my one hand and grip him, digging my fingers into his muscles.
The pressure grows. I’m going to explode. I’ve never felt anything like this, so I’m flailing and lost in a strange world I’ve never known. I’m in another dimension, one filled with pleasure.
Suddenly, my body tenses and seizes. I stop breathing. I hover on the edge of the unknown. And then I shatter, the release so unbelievably magnificent that I can’t fully process what’s happening to me.
I tip my head back and scream as waves of pleasure wash over me, making my body pulse against his tongue as he continues to nibble and tease.
When I finally start to come back to Earth, I’m panting. I let my body go completely lax on the bed, and I’m aware I’m smiling. Perhaps even giggling.
Total bliss.
Holy shit. I’ve been missing out.
Can I do that to myself?