No Safeword: Matte - Happily Ever After (Safewords) (47 page)

He patted her bottom and said, “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

He stepped to the refrigerator, retrieved the bottle of water, and took a long drink on his way back to her.

“Sit up. I have some water for you.”

“Oh,” she said as she rolled over and sat, “thank you.”

He put the bottle in her hand and she felt to be sure the lid was off, and then took a long drink before asking, “Can I take the blindfold off now? Please?”

“I like the
please
, but I’d like to leave it on a little longer.”

She reached her hand out, touched him, and said, “You’re still dressed.”

“I am.” He agreed.

“It feels strange, to be naked when you aren’t.”

He took the water bottle, capped it, and set it on the side table.

“Roll over and let me massage you while we talk.”

She obeyed him without arguing, but likely only because it was something she wanted to do anyway. Still, it was progress.

“You were turned on by the leash,” he said as he rubbed her back around the rope harness. “The leash is a symbol of power imbalance. Or, in lifestyle speak, a power exchange. The submissive willingly gives up some of their power. It isn’t taken, it’s given.”

“So, you having clothes on is another way to show the power imbalance?”

“What do you think?”

She laughed under his hands. “Okay, stupid question. Of course it is.”

“As is having you kneel, using a blindfold, insisting you keep your hands on your ankles.”

“How does giving me a massage play into it?”

“I want to make you feel good.”

She started to argue and he interrupted. “You did well, consider this a reward. Also, I’m giving you a break before I ravish you again.”

“You didn’t ravish me. You freaking
fingered
me and I came like I’ve never….” She lifted her head and turned it the other way. “I might detonate into nothingness if you actually ravish me.”

Frisco pulled his shirt off, scooted back, and massaged Cassie’s ass. He didn’t have to work around the body harness here, and he pressed into the muscles with long, slow, strokes.

Cassie moaned and moved her hips, and Frisco worked her up to a near frenzy again.

He’d maneuvered so he was sitting on her legs, and now he stood beside the bed and ordered her to spread her legs.

When she complied, he made her spread them farther, and lift her hips so her clit wasn’t touching the bed.

“Stay right there. I won’t leave the room. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She moaned as he walked away, and he made sure his feet made enough noise she could hear him.

He smiled as he discovered the lights were on a dimmer, and he turned them low.

He took his time walking back to the bed, unbuckling his belt and freeing the button of his jeans as he returned to her. Damn, this was a huge-assed playroom.

He collected the bowl of water on his way, and settled it on the side table. He’d need a place to discard the condom later, if it came to it.

He stripped as he neared her, and patted her bottom when he saw she was still as he’d left her.

“Such a good girl. Roll to your back and put your arms over your head, Cassie.”

* * * *

God, his voice. How had she never realized how sexy it was before? Maybe because he’d never given her commands before? It was full of promise and threat, and made her stomach somersault until she wanted to drop to her knees and offer to do whatever he wanted. Shit, if he could give her more orgasms like the other one? She’d be his slave for life.

She rolled to her back and felt him fiddling with the shirt around her head.

“I dimmed the lights, but your eyes will still hurt a little when you first open them, so go slow.”

She didn’t heed his warning, opened her eyes to look at him, and yelped as pain struck the back of her eyeballs.

“Not too good at following instructions, are you?” He had the nerve to laugh, but Cassie was in no shape to glare at him.

She cracked them a tiny bit, closed them, and gave up.

“Your eyes prepare for proper dilation based on how much light filters through the eyelid. Always wait until at least a count of ten after being blindfolded to open them even a tiny amount.”

She startled as he touched her right nipple, and when her hand landed on his he made a disapproving noise.

“I told you to put your arms over your head, Cassie. They stay there until I say they can move. If you want to move them before I say, you ask.”

Cassie put them back over her head and said, “It’s reflex. Someone touches your nipple when you aren’t expecting, your hands go there.”

His lips caressed her cheek and his leg rubbed against hers. His bare leg. Her heart sped as she realized he might actually intend to ravish her.

“Submissives have to learn to follow instructions, even when they have to fight their reflexes to do it.”

His lips touched hers, once, twice, and he pulled back enough to talk again, his breath whispering across her cheek. “Submitting sexually means you accept hands on your body. It means you submit to being touched.”

Fuck
. He was going to drive her fucking crazy. She’d never orgasmed twice in the same day. Once a day was rare enough, but she thought he’d only need to stick a finger in her and
talk
to her and she’d detonate again.

“Grab the headboard. Sometimes it’s easier if you have something to hang on to.”

She couldn’t reach, and he helped her scoot up. She could open her eyes now, and she looked down the length of his body.

She’d seen him without a shirt almost weekly. And, she’d seen him in bike shorts, so it wasn’t like she had no idea how fit he was.

But naked? With all of his muscles covered by nothing but skin? She just wanted to sit up and stare. Frisco was sexier than any man should be allowed.

Her hands gripped the headboard harder as she remembered him taking his finger out of her when she moved her hands away from her ankles earlier. She didn’t want to do anything to make this stop.

She could only glimpse a portion of his cock from this angle, and she couldn’t sit up for a better look while holding the headboard. She looked up, met his gaze, and blushed furiously as she realized he knew what she’d been trying to look at.

“I want to make love you to.” It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking her, he was telling her, and Cassie’s arousal grew impossibly higher. Every time she thought she was as horny as she could possibly be, he proved her wrong.

Speechless, all Cassie could do was nod.

“Your hands stay on the headboard. Don’t make demands, but tell me what you want. Let me know what feels good and what doesn’t. Can you do these things?”

Cassie nodded again, but he said, “At a bare minimum, I want to hear, ‘
Yes, Frisco
’.”

She licked her lips, took a breath and managed enough coordination say, “Yes, Frisco.”

He sat up, opened a condom package, rolled it on, and was back to her in less than ten or fifteen seconds. She still didn’t get a good look at his cock.

He leaned in for a kiss, and this time his mouth opened hers, his tongue invaded, and he dominated her entire psyche, her body, her soul.

She’d been kissed before, but never like this, and her stomach somersaulted as she plummeted through the rabbit hole and into a fantastical world of sensations she’d only read about. Frisco’s lips were pure sinful decadence, and she was struck with the breathless realization she was so far in over her head with this man, she didn’t have a chance of surviving the contact.

Without her knowing he was moving into position as he kissed her, he was suddenly at her entrance, teasing the ultra-sensitive nerve endings with the promise of entering.

She moved her hips in a wordless plea, and his lips forced hers open once again as he pressed his cock into her.

The realization he’d seen every inch of her, while she hadn’t been allowed to see him, drove her arousal impossibly higher and she moved her hips in welcome as he pressed in.

He lifted his head as he sank into her, and she opened her eyes only to fall into his gaze.

She was his captive, and she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Her heart beat against her ribs with so much force it almost hurt, and he put more weight into the gentle thrust of his hips and slid into her in a long slow move until she felt nothing but him filling her.

Completing
her. 

She couldn’t look away as his body invaded hers, and when he made it all the way in and dropped his head, she was both relieved and disappointed at the loss.

His lips closed over her nipple and she jerked and squealed as his teeth touched.

He didn’t bite, didn’t hurt, but the threat was enough and she pulled her hips backwards into the mattress and thrust up. She wanted him to
move
already, but he was taking his own sweet time.

He chuckled around her nipple, and the vibrations were just another sensation.

“You want me to tell you what I want?” she gasped. “I want you to pound me, to make me come again.
Please
.”

He kissed his way up her chest, up the side of her throat, down her jaw, and back to her mouth.

Lifting above her, he smiled and said, “You only had to ask.”

His gaze lifted to her hands, and came back to her face. “Don’t let go.”

She nodded and he pulled out, pressed in. Slow, but she sighed in bliss.

“So sexy,” he said as he pulled out and pressed in again.

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