16. Aubrey
There was a command in Clint’s voice that sent shivers of delight through me, and like that, my anticipation was more intense than before.
“I didn’t think you liked to watch.” I unbuttoned the first two closures on my blouse.
“It has its place, and I’ll be participating soon enough.”
Working my way down the front of my top, I undid each button along the way, then let it slide from my shoulders, and draped it over the back of my desk chair. I undid my capris next, and let them fall to the ground before bending at the waist to grab them and place them with my shirt.
With each piece removed, my skin burned hotter with need. I stood in front of Clint in just a bra and panties, want pooling in my belly.
“All of it.” He snapped his fingers.
I smirked. “I’m working on it.” I unsnapped my bra and let it fall away, then finally stepped out of my panties, adding both to the pile. The air kissed the already damp skin between my legs, and the way he watched me made me clench my thighs together.
The gesture did nothing to quench the growing pulse.
“Don’t move,” Clint said.
As he stood and approached me, my heart slammed against my ribs, and when he stepped behind me, I couldn’t hear anything but my screaming pulse. He barely made contact. I felt his heat more than his touch.
His hot breath teased my neck. “Fucking gorgeous.” His growl was as intoxicating as the looks he’d lavished me with.
Clint slipped the sleep mask over my eyes and tightened it enough to secure it. “Still good?” he asked.
“Still good.” Except for the need that roared through my veins. Every night, I went to sleep in this room, and it was dark. But that wasn’t even in the same territory as having my vision stolen, while I was exposed and helpless.
This was terrifying and incredible.
A soft cord brushed my arm, and Clint pulled my arms behind my back, to bind my wrists together. “Still good?”
I nodded, and licked my lips, trying to wet my mouth enough to speak. “Yes.” My answer was breathy. “Still good.”
“Good. Kneel near the edge of the bed.”
I hesitated. Like that, all knowledge of my own room and its layout evaporated.
Clint rested a hand at the small of my back, and the other hand on my arm, and guided me, helping me climb onto the mattress and steady myself. My feet hung off the edge, and vertigo would have taken over if Clint wasn’t making frequent contact.
The sweet consideration at just the right moment made me even hotter.
He let go of me, and I heard the swift thwck of something slicing the air. “Let’s see which of these you like best,” he said.
I braced myself, and heard another sharp whistle through the air, this time ending when something large and flat smacked one of my ass cheeks. I gasped at the abrupt sting. That would be the spatula. It hurt, but it also felt so good.
Clint smacked my ass again and again, alternating cheeks, until I was panting.
When he caressed the tender skin with his palm, a new kind of ache filled me. “You’re taking this like such a good girl.” His voice was rough. “My gorgeous fucking toy.”
I whimpered my appreciation.
“You ready for the spoon?” Clint asked.
Was I? I nodded.
“Say it.”
“I’m ready.”
The strike was sharper this time. More localized with more of a sting. He went back and forth a few times, but the intensity built more quickly. “Too much.” I almost didn’t dare say it. What if I ruined the fun?
“Okay.” Clint didn’t sound disappointed at all. His lips brushed the back of my thighs, and I shivered at the contrast of his soft lips and barely-there scruff of beard against my tender skin.
He kissed the welts a few more times, moving up my ass, and to my spine, and finally drawing his mouth along my neck. “You may have to avoid short skirts for a few days.” He sounded smug.
“I’m sure I’ll manage.” I gasped out the words.
His tender touches were a sharp contrast to the strikes on my ass, but made my body twinge with need just as much. The inside of my thighs were coated, and my core ached for a more direct touch.
Clint slipped his hand between my legs, and I swallowed a cry at the relief of his penetration. He fucked me with his fingers, in and out, never going too fast, until I was leaning my full body against him, and pushing into his touch.
“Are you close to coming, princess?” He murmured against my shoulder.
“So close.”
Clint pulled out of me. “Not yet.”
I grunted in disappointment, but the sound was cut short when he pressed into my back and shoved his fingers into my mouth. He sucked on the back of my neck while I sucked on his fingers, licking him clean of my juices.
His erection dug into my ass, distinct despite his trousers, and his breathing was as ragged as mine.
As most of his touch fell away again, he untied the rope. “Crawl further onto the bed,” he said.
I paused long enough to stretch my shoulders and wrists, then obeyed. He was gone. I couldn’t hear him. I was alone on the comforter.
Was that a zipper?
The mattress shifted with a new weight. Despite knowing Clint was in front of me, I was caught off-guard when he twisted his fingers in my curls and tugged hard enough to pull at my scalp. He pulled me into him and claimed my mouth, swallowing my gasp.
There was so much possession and hunger in the kiss, it would have made me wet if I wasn’t already.
“I need to see your gorgeous mouth wrapped around my cock.” He nipped my lips, biting playfully, as he talked. “I need to fuck your face.” He pushed my head down.
I was so far inside this, so desperate for more that I didn’t want to resist. Tasting him sounded incredible. I caught myself on my wrists, and let him lead me toward his shaft. When I took him in my mouth, his groan was as good as a light touch sliding up my spine.
Clint pushed deeper, striking the back of my throat, and I gagged.
“Such a good girl.” He eased up enough to let me adapt, but his tone was gravelly. “You can take the whole thing.”
I could. I wanted to. My body pleaded for more. A little rougher. A little harder. A little messier.
I let Clint guide me and use me, fucking my face. Slamming against my lips until drool ran down my chin and tears streaked my face.
“So incredible. Such a gorgeous toy.” His words were muttered, repeated again and again, as his thrusting grew more frantic.
When that first salty spurt hit the back of my throat, he eased up just enough, and I swallowed, tasting him as he spilled into my mouth. Licking him clean until he shuddered and pulled away.
Clint was gentle as he helped me kneel again. Guided me to rest my ass on my ankles. I barely registered the loss of sight now. It was warm and safe in my dark cocoon. Sexy. There was pleasure and punishment and reward in here.
He dragged something soft across my chin, wiping it clean, then pressed his mouth to mine again. Tasting himself. Devouring me.
The play was fun, but my pussy ached for more. I dug my fingers into his chest when I fisted his shirt, as much to ground myself as anything.
“Tell me what you want, princess.” His voice was soft. Coaxing.
“Let me come, please?” I didn’t have to face the desperation.
Clint’s hmm was tantalizing, and the too-loud buzz of the massager we’d bought drowned it out. He pressed the device to one of my nipples, sending a fresh zing through me, and his other hand was between my legs again.
When he brushed my clit, I gasped at the rush that pushed me to the edge of orgasm. I needed more kisses, and sought out his mouth. My fists were clenched tight, and my mind was frantic with desire.
As he penetrated me with his fingers again, he slipped the massager down my body. It wasn’t the right shape for this—that hadn’t magically changed—but I didn’t care. The vibrations rocked through me, and his touch inside me yanked at my pleasure.
I plummeted into climax, clenching hard around Clint and groaning against his mouth. Falling off a cliff and floating straight up again as he my head grew light.
He eased off when my body shook from too much, and there was both relief and reluctance when he withdrew from me.
I rested more weight against him, the strength gone from my legs.
He moved a hand to my hair.
“Leave the blindfold on?” My voice sounded distant to my own ears. I didn’t want to leave this wonderful place.
“Okay.” He helped me lay on my side instead, and kissed me on the forehead. “I’ll be back real quick.”
“Uh-huh.” I tried to nod. Everything was so heavy. In the best way.
I heard his feet on the carpet, now that he wasn’t trying to move silently, and the water running in the bathroom.
Clint returned, and was as gentle as could be cleaning me up. “You’re so fucking incredible.” His voice was another warm blanket to wrap myself up in.
When he lay next to me a moment later, I didn’t feel his normal clothes against my skin, but I was too lost in warm-fuzzies to think about it.
“Are you staying?” I asked.
“Can’t leave my princess alone after that.” He kissed the back of my neck as he pulled me into him.
Fuckthis was incredible. I was so glad we’d done this.
And totally, completely grateful I told him up front that I only wanted sex. I was one-hundred percent happy about that.