Chapter Eight – Wren #2
He sets me down on the bed, and my legs hang off the sides.
He leans over me, nuzzling against my neck before placing a heated kiss in the crook of it.
“How crazy do you want to get tonight?” Out of everything he could have asked right then, that’s the last thing I’m expecting, and yet my reply is immediate.
“Surprise me.”
Seriously, who am I?
Reese pulls away from me, and he goes to his closet.
I watch, wondering what it is he’s going to get.
Clothes are typically the only thing in closets.
Are we going to role play? I admit, not something I would have pegged him for, but when it comes to this fine man, I am down for whatever his heart desires.
Whatever it is, it has to be fun, and knowing that I’m doing it with Reese will make it even more exciting.
He kneels down once the closet door is open, and he fetches something out of what looks like a box. With it in his hand, he returns to me, standing in front of me as he runs his fingers along the object.
What is it? Not an outfit. No, but my breath catches all the same.
It’s a blindfold. A black blindfold—and I don’t mean that in a it’s-really-a-sock way. No, I mean it’s a legitimate blindfold whose purpose is to wrap around someone’s eyes and render their vision useless.
Or maybe tie someone’s hands together, depending on the mood. Either way, I had no idea Reese was so kinky.
I mean, that is a kink, isn’t it? Can’t say it’s something I’ve ever done before for reasons that should be more than clear, but like I said, I’m down. I’m so down.
“Is that for my wrists or for my eyes?” I make a joke, and the man before he grins hard.
“Do you have a preference?” When I only shrug, he steps forward, between my knees, and takes my chin in his free hand, angling my face back. “As much as I’d love to tie you up, I have something else in mind right now.”
Ah, so blindfold it is.
He brings the blindfold to my face, and after he carefully tucks my hair behind my ears, he puts it on me and ties it behind my head.
The fabric is soft yet thick. It covers my eyebrows all the way down to the bridge of my nose, not letting me see a thing out of it.
Losing my sight is not something I’m used to, and that’s why I tense a little bit when I suddenly feel Reese’s mouth on mine again.
“Relax,” he purrs out. “Enjoy every sensation. If you give in to it, everything will feel more… elevated. Every touch—” He runs his fingertips along my collarbone. “—every kiss.” He presses his lips against the side of my neck, causing me to sharply inhale. “Everything. Let me worship you tonight.”
No way in heck could anybody say no to something like that.
Reese takes me by the hand and pulls me to my feet, and though I can’t see what he’s doing, I can feel it all. First thing’s first: he undresses me. My shirt and bra come off, then everything below the waist. Soon enough I’m standing between him and his bed in nothing but that blindfold.
My heart beats rapidly in my chest, and I struggle to keep my breathing under control. The moment his hands find my bare body, I shiver. Those hands roam along me, taking in every curve, every inch of my bared flesh, and I hear his chest rumble in what must be satisfaction.
“You are unbelievably beautiful,” he croons, and maybe it’s the blindfold, but I believe him.
He touches me like I’m something precious, like he’s an explorer who just set out on the expedition of his life.
“I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long, Wren, so much longer than I should have.
Waiting to have you has been nothing short of torture. ”
Is he admitting he wanted me last semester?
I should be startled or something, right?
I’m not, though, mostly because I’d be lying if I claim I didn’t look forward to seeing him in class.
There were many days when watching him lecture got me through my troubles with Logan, and that’s not to mention how helpful he was after the accident.
I don’t know what I would’ve done if he wouldn’t have been there that night.
“And now,” he whispers, “you’re all mine.” Just the way he says those words makes them sound so final, like there’s no room for argument. If he says I belong to him, then I belong to him. He has the power here, not me, and I am so here for it.
He helps me onto the bed, gets me into a comfortable position.
I lay on my back, with my head on his pillow, and I feel him crawl onto the bed with me.
His hands travel up my legs, to my inner thighs, and though he touches me with a smooth, quiet confidence, I still tremble in anticipation of what he’s going to do next.
Being blindfolded really puts the edge on things, huh? It stops you from watching, from thinking, forces you to be in the current moment. In reality, I probably need to be blindfolded every day, just so I can learn to turn my mind off.
“I’m going to make every single part of you mine,” he tells me, and I feel his hot breath on my stomach moments before he plants a kiss there. “Every beautiful part.” His mouth travels lower, and seconds later, he spreads my thighs and situates himself between them.
What does the man do next? Oh, I think you know.
The moment his tongue flicks my clit, I about lose it.
Sucking in a hard breath, my hands clench on the sheets below as that tongue works its way around my clit in a soft, gentle circle.
My body must already be at a fever pitch, or maybe it’s the blindfold doing its job; either way, I’m ready to lose it.
Reese practically hums between my thighs, and though I can’t see him, I can hear his approval. He wasn’t lying when he said he would worship me tonight. That mouth of his takes its time in latching onto my clit as his hands caress my inner thighs.
Every touch. Every flick of that tongue. Everything he does causes a surge of pleasure to jolt through me, tiny bolts of electricity that jumpstart every part of me. I writhe a bit, unable to stay still, and every so often I let out a whine.
“Does that feel good?” he asks me from between my legs.
“Do you like that, Wren?” He laps at my clit after that, causing me to moan and grind my midsection against his face.
“Mmm. You do. It’s okay. Your body is telling me everything I need to know.
I want you to come for me. I want you to lose it and show me what you look like when you’re unraveling. ”
Oh, dear. Combine his words with the way he latches onto me shortly after, and I am a goner. There is no resisting this, no ignoring the orgasm. Nope. It’s there and it’s ready to be unleashed.
Pleasure rips through me in a way it’s never done before, so powerful I have to cry out.
My clit pulsates and swells under the attention, and Reese doesn’t stop there.
He keeps going, keeps pushing, and I swear his eager tongue makes the orgasm last. A record-breaking orgasm that puts all others to shame.
Reese murmurs, “That’s right. Tonight, Wren, I own you.” Such finality in his words, and yet with the ease he just made me come, who am I to try to argue with him? If he wants to own me tonight, he most definitely can. I won’t complain, especially if more orgasms like that are on the way.
This… I have the feeling we’re only getting started.