Chapter 16 #3
“Hmm, I wonder should I keep the blindfold on, allow you to see?” His seductive voice teases, dripping with eroticism. “What do you think, Tesoro?”
A moan is my only reply.
“What should I do next, Tesoro?” He murmurs, placing a kiss in the middle of my chest.
His fingers venture back down to the apex of my thighs.
“Answer me, sweetheart.” His voice deep and commanding.
“Please, Sir,” I beg suddenly. My brain is muddled with all kinds of thoughts.
“Please what?”
My body shudders, leaning up towards his touch as he places another kiss upon my chest again. The image of him sucking his fingers, eyes glowing approval makes me gasp.
“Fuck me with your mouth, Sir.” His hands go still. “Eat out my pussy, Sir.”
The silence should be deafening if not for the music playing. I’m too wrapped in a blissful haze to notice how still he is. “Please, Sir, I want—”
“Red.”
The word clangs through me. I straighten.
The mask is lifted from my eyes and tossed aside as Leo cups my face.
I blink into the dim light, finding furrowed brows and a serious expression.
In the far reaches of my mind there’s worry, but it’s buried deep under the thick post-orgasmic brain.
I feel heavy, but in such a good way that I could slump into his arms.
Am I drunk? It’s been so long since I have been, I’m not sure.
“Focus on me, Autumn.” I find hazel eyes again. “Good girl.”
I hum, smiling. I wonder if I did something wrong. I couldn’t have, he used my favorite title. I couldn’t have. Right? What’s wrong?
“You’re deeply in Subspace, Tesoro…so we’re not doing that, and stopping here.”
I scrunch my brows. What’s he talking about? “Did I say something, Sir?”
“You asked me to eat you out.”
My breath catches. I did?
Oh. I did.
“Was that…that bad, Sir?”
“No, it’s never bad to ask,” he says, stroking a hand along my torso before grabbing my hand. His thumb rubs across my wrist.
My throat feels thick like I’ve drunk molasses. A prickling feeling climbs my spine. “Why not do it, Sir?”
“No doing anything we haven’t discussed before a session, sweetheart,” he explains in a slow and steady voice. “Nor will we try something that’s a hard limit on a whim. You’re deep in Subspace, sweetheart, and I’m sure you’ll do anything I ask of you.”
“Yes, Sir,” I immediately answer, perking up. The need to please sparks in my brain.
“You’re a very good girl, but we won’t do that.” My face falls briefly, until he lifts my chin. “You’re not in trouble, but it’s time to pull back. I don’t want an overly compliant Sub who’s asking to do her hard limits due to too many orgasms.”
“I feel drunk.”
“You’re not…from alcohol that is.” He leans forward, kissing my forehead and I hum at the contact. “Stay right here.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I think he chuckles as he walks away. I tilt my head back, staring at the ceiling as the lights twinkle. The edge of the table is clutched in my hands as I lean further back for a better view of the stars. I float with ease.
Leo returns, silently instructing me to sit up. He puts lotion into his hands, and then lifts my arm to rest my hand upon his shoulder before he begins to massage my skin. I stare at him, entranced as he works his fingers into my muscles. Those gorgeous hazel eyes focus intensely as he works.
“You can close your eyes, Tesoro.”
“I wanna look at you, Sir.”
Green eyes flecked with gold, churning with adoration reach mine. He smiles gently, cupping my jaw again before kissing me softly upon the lips. Contently, I hum. He finishes with one arm, and then starts the other.
The music continues to lull me as he takes care of my body.
“You’ll never leave me, Sir,” I murmur as he works the lotion into my shoulders next.
“You’ll never hurt me.” He remains quiet, moving down to massage my thighs.
“That’s what I realized. That trust. Promised only pleasure from your hands.
You kept it.” His hands still for a moment, before continuing. “Blindfolded and I didn’t panic.”
“I’m proud of you.” He kisses my cheek. “So, very proud, sweetheart.”
“Proud of you, too, Sir.”
“For what?”
“Giving me time.” I smile down at his hands as they massage my tired muscles. “You hate when I’m in pain. I can see it in your eyes…” they flick up to meet mine, “…it pains you.”
Leo picks me up, cradling me close to his chest. I lean my head against him as he carries me to the bed. He murmurs softly against my ear, “It does pain me, because I love you more than life itself and the galaxies combined.”
I giggle weakly, exhaustion setting in as he lays me down. “Declarations.”
“You inspire me to be romantic,” he murmurs, kissing my temple.
“I love you…my dear Leo.”
A blanket is draped over me as he tucks me into the bed.
Finally, I close my eyes. There’s movement around the room.
The music switches to something softer and faraway.
Leo comes back to the bed, gently tugging me towards him.
I lay my head against his chest, listening to the gentle beat of his heart.
It’s safe here. This place he created for me of violets, stars, and velvet.
The last thing I hear, filled with affection is, “My dear sweet Watson.”