She reached for the other small bundle and unfolded it. Her lips popped open as she realized what it was. A black satin blindfold with satin ribbon bindings. She used the blow-dryer quickly and brushed out her long hair. With shaking hands, she placed the blindfold to her eyes and tied the ribbons at the back of her head. She straightened and stood there waiting for him. She could hear him moving back and forth between the kitchen and bedroom, then after a short time, he stopped at the bathroom door and knocked softly.
A couple of stuttering breaths passed over her lips as he asked softly, “Are you ready, angel?”
Her breath rushed from her lips. “Yes.”
She smiled, thinking it sounded more like she whimpered than actually spoke. She knew if she didn’t get her pounding heart and raging hormones under control, she would go off like rocket the first time he touched her intimately. She took a deep breath as the door knob turned and opened with a metallic whisper. Blindly, she turned to him and smiled softly at the sound of his breath as it caught in his throat.
“Rachel, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. I swear,” he said in a husky, strangled voice that sent shivers straight to her clit. Her breath caught in her throat when his warm hand made contact with the exposed flesh above the lace bodice and slid just a little inside the robe. Her abdomen quivered, and the strong pull of desire raced through her body.
“The blindfold is heightening all my other senses, Eli. Your hand…it feels so warm and gentle. Thank you for the lingerie. It feels so soft on my skin.” Every nerve ending in her body tingled as he slid his other hand alongside her breast and over her ribcage to her hips. Wherever he touched her, the satin caressed her body, sending her senses that much closer to overload.
Rachel reached out and her hand landed on his broad chest. He had changed out of his clothing into his robe, judging by the feel of soft fleece under her fingertips. She came close and laid her cheek against his chest as he slid his arms around her and enveloped her in his warm, woodsy-scented warmth.
“Does the blindfold bother you?” he asked as he slid a fingertip over her cheek then down to her lower lip. Without thinking about it, she licked her lip and caught his thumb with the tip of her tongue.
“No, it doesn’t. I–I like it, actually.”
“Good. Come lie down on the bed with me.” He slid his big hand into hers and led her carefully to the bedroom. He lifted her in his arms and crawled with her to the center of the bed, laying her on the cool sheets and fanning her long, wavy hair on the pillow. She lay completely still as she waited for him to settle down beside her.
“Rachel?”
“Yes, Eli?” she asked in a shaky voice. He sounded unsure of himself.
“You would tell me if I was…overwhelming to you, wouldn’t you?” He brushed a stray lock of hair back from her cheek.
“Overwhelming…how?”
“My height and my size mainly, but in other ways, too. Physically, I know I’m a lot to handle, but I also mean timewise. You said you needed to stay home to finish settling in, and I respect that. But if you’re feeling overwhelmed by me, like you need more space or time, I don’t want you to feel rushed.”
She wished she could see his face and look into his eyes right now, but she understood that with the blindfold on, it might have made him more comfortable being that open. He was certainly the first man she’d ever known who could drop the “playing it cool” act long enough to show that hehad some vulnerability.
She reached out carefully and her hand came into contact with his throat and moved up to his cheekbones.
Caressing him, she said. “Honestly, what I needed to do tonight is already mostly done. I was trying to give you a way to have a little time away from me because I didn’t want you to get burned out on me.”
He sighed and rested his forehead gently against hers as she continued, “As far as the rest of you is concerned? Your body is…beyond my wildest dreams. You don’t just take what you need from me, you give so much. So, yes, you overwhelm me, Eli, in all the best ways. And, no, you don’t overwhelm me in the ways you were worried about.”
She could hear and feel his heart pound as he held her close. His hands seared her through the satin of the gown and robe.
“Rachel, I adored your beautiful body from the moment I first saw you on the dance floor. I’m glad, and a little relieved, that what I have to offer is pleasing to you. I’ll be honest and tell you that you bring out the caveman in me, the territorial and possessive part of me that wants to beat his chest and tell everyone else that you’re mine. Sometimes he brings out the worst in me.”
“Like with Ace Webster?”
“Exactly.”
“I’m all yours, Eli.” For as long as you’ll have me, she thought to herself. “And I don’t feel rushed.”
“The blindfold?”
“Leave it. I enjoy feeling at your mercy, so long as you don’t…”
“So long as I don’t what?” Eli asked curiously.
“I was going to teasingly say, ‘so long as you don’t tie me up or anything,’ but then I reconsidered. I, um, wouldn’t mind that, either.”
“Really?” he replied with avid interest. “What else is going through that decadent mind of yours, hmm?”
“Well…”
“You can tell me anything, Rachel. You’re safe with me.”
“If I was naughty, you might need to spank me, occasionally,” she replied breathlessly.
“If you were naughty? Should I plan on you being naughty?”
“I might not be able to avoid being naughty sometimes. I would need a thorough spanking on my bottom,” she said in a shaky voice, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“And how would you like me to tie you up? Faceup or facedown?”
“Oh, definitely both. Facedown you could put me on my knees and I’d be at your mercy. Faceup you could spread my legs wide and tie them down, too. You could do all sorts of things to me,” she replied in anxious anticipation. Denied visual input, her imagination was even more vivid.
“What would you want me to spank you with?” he asked in a husky voice.
“Oh, only your hands, please, Eli. Nothing else. And I wouldn’t need to be tied down for that. You could put me right over your knee and…” A pleasant little shudder ran through her as she imagined being turned ass up over this big man’s powerful thighs.
“Turn your sweet ass pink?” he asked, and she nodded eagerly. “If I was to inquire the most effective means for delivering a spanking that had the desired effect, could you suggest the name of someone I might want to talk to about that? The last thing I want to do is hurt you, Rachel.”
As if he could ever hurt her. He proved he couldn’t by being humble enough to ask for a name. “I have it on good authority that Ethan might know a thing or two about such matters,” she replied softly. “Please don’t think I’m a freak,” she squeaked out. “Grace let on last weekend that a spanking by the right hand was a good thing, and ever since then, it’s been brewing in the back of my mind.”
He laid soothing fingertips on her collarbone and stroked her as he pressed gentle kisses over that spot. “Does it turn you on to think about it?” His hair slipped off his shoulder, and the cool, silken strands slid over her shoulder and her chest, leaving a tingling trail in their wake.
“Yes, it does, Eli. But, Eli, that doesn’t mean whips and chains are next on my wish list, okay? I’m fairly sure we’ve plumbed the well on my interest in mild pain play. I think what I really like is the idea of you having total control of me in that way.”
“That’s good to know,” he chuckled, “because I don’t think a black patent bodysuit would be a good look for me.”
“I don’t think it would be for me, either,” she replied. “Although I doubt that the majority of people involved in that lifestyle dress that way. Now, you in black leathers, bare-chested and wielding a whip…hmm. I’d wear your collar, baby. So you’ll talk to Ethan?”
“Sure, he’s cool. We have the rest of the afternoon to ourselves. I told Kelly we would be ready to go to supper at six thirty.”
“What time is it now?”
“Don’t worry about that. We have plenty of time. I told you once already, but, honey, you look amazing in that gown and robe. Just beautiful.”
“Thank you. I love it. I’ll get a thrill every time I put it on, the way it slides over my skin, and the way your hands feel through the satin when you put them on me.” She stretched luxuriously in his arms and trembled slightly as his big, warm hand slid down her torso until it was mere inches above her mound.
“I hope you’ll wear it for me on a regular basis.”
“Of course, if you’ll promise to take it off of me on a regular basis.”
“Undressing you is a pleasure no matter what you have on.” He rose up and knelt in front of her. He took her hand and drew her to him so she knelt facing him. She allowed him to remove it, and then he lifted the hem of the gown. She raised her arms over her head and shuddered as he allowed the gown to slide slowly over her skin as he removed it.
With the blindfold over her eyes, her other senses became more acute. She could hear the satin as it slid over her skin and hair. Her nerve endings were in overdrive, and gooseflesh formed on her skin at the slippery, silken touch of the gown. She heard Eli’s soft breathing and the slight sound of his movements as he placed the gown with the robe. The bed dipped again as he returned to her.
Feeling gooseflesh on her arms, he asked, “You cold?”
“A little, but you can warm me.” She smiled as his hands slid over her shoulders again. His lips brushed her hair as he came closer and enveloped her in his arms, surrounding her with his warmth.
“Nervous?”
“A little. Just wondering what will happen next.”
“You seem a little tense, so we’re going to start with a massage. I’ve laid out a towel for you on this side of the bed. Come over here to me as I lead you. Damn, but you’re beautiful, baby,” he murmured. She moved toward his voice as he held her hand.
He helped her lay down on the towel so that no massage oil got on the fresh sheets. The light scent of jasmine floated on the air.
He spread the oil over her back and shoulders. He took his time smoothing it over her skin, down to her buttocks. He maintained constant contact with her as he gently spread her legs so he could smooth the oil all over them. She gasped when his fingers strayed near her wet pussy lips. He teased her and made her groan when his hands moved away without touching her. He continued to massage her legs then worked his way back to her buttocks.
Her flesh was warm now, and between her legs, her pussy blazed. He massaged the cheeks of her ass firmly. His thumbs strayed now and then to her rear opening, smoothing oil over it. He patiently worked his way up her back and finished by gently working her shoulder muscles, which were tense from pushing the mower and turning the soil in the flowerbed.
Finished with her back, he helped her turn over. She moved her hair out of the way over the pillow and lay still for him. He smoothed more oil over her upper chest and gently massaged over her shoulders, chest, and arms. He smoothed the oil in gentle upward strokes over her breasts, taking his time and gently tweaking her nipples into hard points. She moaned softly at the stimulation. His hands swept up the underside of her breasts, cupped them, and squeezed gently. Rachel noticed his breathing sounding a little rough. The throbbing in her cunt increased as he dragged each nipple between his fingers one more time before moving on.
Eli caressed her ribs and abdomen and rubbed the oil into her skin. Her breaths came in little pants as his hands moved lower and separated before reaching her mound and glided down her legs. He was thorough in the massage he gave her and even rubbed the soles of her feet. Her heart began to pound in an erratic rhythm when he started to work his way back up her legs to the only spot on her body he had yet to touch. He spread her thighs gently, and every sensation seemed magnified somehow. The heat of his touch, the feel of his breath on her skin, and the gentleness of his hands all united to set her senses on fire.
Her clit throbbed incessantly, keeping time with her hammering heart. Rachel moaned low and panted as he gently spread her thighs wide and knelt between them. He spread his fingers gently over her mound and outer lips, and little ecstatic cries erupted from her throat. With a firm but gentle touch, he smoothed the lubricant over her pussy, gradually working his way to her opening. Her lips felt swollen, and more moisture welled from her pussy as he smoothed his fingers over her wet lips.
He pressed his fingertips into her opening and slowly slid his fingers to her clit, which made her cry out and shudder as he made contact with that bundle of pleasure-inducing nerve endings. His fingers swept around again. His thumb came to rest on her clit while two fingers slowly and torturously slid into her opening, which felt feverishly hot. She gave a delighted gasp as he sought and found her sweet spot, applied light pressure, and began to strum her body.
Rachel felt turned inside out. Her body had been so loose and relaxed, but now as he began to stimulate her G-spot, the incredible tension built inside her cunt and spread through her torso to the rest of her body. Thanks to his tender attention, her pussy felt like it was on fire. His fingers filled her tightly as he stroked her sweet spot over and over again.
“How does that feel, Rachel? Am I getting it?”
“Yes, Eli, it’s perfect. Please don’t stop. I love it!”
“Feel for me, baby. I won’t stop.” His thumb stroked her clit while his other hand slid back over her abdomen and gently massaged above her mound. The tension increased, and she panted and rocked her hips, moving with him as her orgasm loomed closer and closer.
“You like it, don’t you, baby? I need to taste your sweet honey.” He lowered his lips to her pussy and laved her clit with his tongue then sucked it between his lips. She hissed at the sensation, and her back bowed off the bed. Her head fell back on a wailing scream, and her pussy clamped down on his fingers and pulsed wildly as her orgasm rushed over her and the tension in her body broke free. She sobbed her release as the cream flowed fresh from her pussy. When she was done, he removed his fingers from her, and she faintly heard him growl in pleasure as he licked and kissed her.
Chapter Twenty
By this point, Eli’s cock was a twitching, throbbing, rock-hard steel fucking pole pressed up against his belly, but that monster would need to wait a bit longer. Soothing her, he caressed her inner thigh as she came down from her orgasm.
“Was that the mother of all orgasms?” he asked and chuckled as she stretched and nearly purred for him. She looked so decadent, spread before him like this. The blindfold was still in place, her arms were flung over her head, and her thighs spread wide open for his appreciative gaze.
She sighed blissfully. “I’m very all right. Thank you, honey. You have magic fingers.”
“I’m only just getting started.” He rose over her and kissed her tenderly. “Ready for more?”
“Mmm, yes, more!” she said enthusiastically and reached for him.
Taking her hand, he said, “Come here to me, then, on your knees. I’ll guide you. Still like the mask?”
“Yes!” she replied as he helped her down to the end of the bed. She was hesitant at first and seemed a little disoriented. She reached out a hand to feel the bed.
He caressed her shoulders and held her upper arms gently. “Don’t worry. I’m placing you in the center at the end of the bed so you face the headboard.” He helped her turn and back up and drew her ankles toward him. “There. Can you feel the edge of the mattress with your foot?”
“Yes, now I feel better. It would be very embarrassing to fall off the bed,” she murmured with a chuckle.
“I won’t let you fall. Now back toward me a little at a time. That’s fine.” He smiled broadly as she arched her back and presented her ass and pussy to him in invitation. “Now that is a pretty sight. You must be ready for this to offer you
rself to me without me even asking.”
“Tell me what you’ll do to me, Eli.” Her voice vibrated with arousal, and he could see the juices that dripped from her opening as he gently traced his fingers over her pussy lips. “You’ve made me so wet. I’m so ready.”
“I’ve bought you a series of plugs to stretch your ass. Each one is bigger than the next, and you’ll work up to the largest, which will enable you to handle my cock with ease. You’ll wear them for an hour or so around the house each day. They’ll help stretch you, and you’ll also become accustomed to the sensation of being entered here.” He pressed a thumb to her rear opening. “You’ll also learn how to relax these muscles to allow entry.”
“How long before you’ll give me your cock?”
He loved her eager tone of voice, and his overeager cock bobbed in twitching agreement. “Let’s give it a week or two. I’m going to try a few of them today to see what you can tolerate for now.” He slid his hands over the gentle swell of her hips then up the sweet curve of her back. “That’s not the only thing I got you, though. I have other surprises for you that I’ll show you later.” He opened the warmed lubricant, placed some on a finger, smoothed it over her rear opening, and applied gentle pressure.
She released a slow, velvety sigh. “You’re always so gentle with me, Eli.”
He stroked her derriere as he continued massaging her anus. “I love you, Rachel, and I want you to enjoy what we do together. Remember, I’ll stop if you tell me to.”
“I want you to do everything.”
He removed the smallest plug from under the warmed towel and applied a little lube to its end. The plugs were all made from a soft jelly-like material, maybe four inches long, including the handle. The ends were all tapered, widened at the center, then tapered down again to the handles. The widest part of this one was three-quarters of an inch at the most. She arched her back again slightly, eager with anticipation. He slid his hand over her cleft to prepare her for its touch.
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