“Okay,” I whisper.
“Do you want to change your mind?” he asks calmly.
I can now understand how he's been able to have so many women participate in this kind of thing. Right now, he's so calm, and the fact that he's concerned about my feelings has me feeling safe. I'm pretty sure he’s had a similar conversation with everyone he's ever been with. Ace isn't the type to allow someone to go into something blind. Heck, I can't see a woman just hopping on a bed and saying to a total stranger, “Tie me up.”
“Faith?” he prods gently.
He's waiting on my answer, and I give him a reassuring smile. “This is what I want. If it wasn't, I wouldn't have pushed so hard for it,” I remind him.
He nods. “About that blindfold. Would you be more comfortable without it? That way you can see and know everything I'm going to do before I do it?”
I chew my lower lip. “Um... Obviously the blindfold came with for a reason, so I take it the experience is more intense with it on?” I ask hesitantly.
“It is,” he agrees. “Some women like not knowing what's going to happen next, and it can make a caress or sexual stimulation much more intense. It's entirely up to you if you want to wear it.”
“Do you like it when no one can see you?” I ask carefully.
His expression is unreadable. “No preference.”
I think it over and realize I am going to be spread-eagle and naked. Do I really want to be mortified every time he looks between my legs? Um, no. “I'll wear it, but will you take it off me if I ask?”
“Absolutely.”
I wait to see if there's anything more we need to discuss.
He studies me. “Any questions?”
I shake my head. “Wait,” I say, thinking of something. I look at him a bit shyly. “I want this to be about just you and me, but I want you to be the person that you like to be when you're doing this. I want to see that part of you.”
His eyes narrow. “You may not like that guy.”
“What do you mean?”
“It means that I have a conversation with a woman beforehand, and she warns me what she likes, doesn't like, and what she wants to try. After that, it's up to me to figure out how far to take things. If she doesn't say stop, I'll push her to her limit. With you, it's impossible to know what you don't like, because you're not even sure yourself. You haven't explored sex as much as the others have. I'll give you all that I can of myself, but I can't unleash what the 'norm' is for me until you learn more about yourself. We need to figure out what you like, don't like, and what really makes you go crazy. Do you understand what I'm saying?”
I slowly nod. He's saying that what we'll be doing tonight is just the tip of the iceberg as to what he usually does. I'm thankful that we're going to go into this nice and slow, but my lower body is damp at the thought that there's so much to explore with him.
“Any other questions?” he asks.
As I gaze at him, I can see that he's not the usual lighthearted Ace that I am used to. There's an air of calculated calmness to him, and he radiates control. The Ace that is before me is the one that he's hidden from me.
This Ace turns me on.
A lot.
“No more questions,” I tell him softly.
He slowly rises to his feet and turns to shut my bedroom door. When he turns around, his eyes rest on me. “Get undressed.”
“You're not going to undress me?” I ask with surprise.
“No.” He crosses his arms and waits while his gaze challenges me to do as he asks. I can see the wicked glint in his eye that betrays he's enjoying himself. My eyes drop to his hips, and I'm not the least bit surprised to see that he's sporting an erection. I haven't even taken off my clothes, and he's already quite turned on. That in itself has me relaxing slightly. He's not going to treat me with kid gloves like he usually does, and I think this is exactly what I need. It's very evident he finds me sexy and attractive, so what's to be embarrassed about?
As I carefully stand up, I have a feeling that this is his way of pushing me to my own limits. Tonight, he wants to see what I'm willing to do without his usual reassurances. It's exciting. I try not to show my nerves as I reach for the hem of my shirt to pull it off.
“Slowly,” Ace warns me.
Oh Lord, I can't believe I am doing this.
Very slowly, I pull the shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor. I'm wearing a lavender bra tonight, and beneath my jeans I am wearing matching boy shorts. I watch Ace as his eyes slide over my breasts, appreciation flashing in his gaze even as he stands there with his arms still crossed.
“Continue.”
I reach for the button on my jeans, and I am careful to make sure I don't unzip my jeans too fast. His eyes are watching my every move, and it's a bit empowering. Once the jeans are loose enough, I slide them carefully down my hips and do a little shimmy to get them to drop to my feet. I step out of them, pushing them aside with my toe. When I turn back to look at Ace, I see that his eyes are full of unbridled lust. I can't believe that a year and a half ago I thought I was unattractive and lucky to have someone like Justin interested in me. Boy have things changed. I've never in my life felt sexier than I do right now.
“Turn around,” Ace says softly.
I'm enjoying this game. I turn and give him my back and wait. Only silence fills the room. A minute passes, and I frown slightly. How long is he going to make me stand here like this? Jeesh, the man has got the craziest obsession with my rear end.
“Turn around,” he finally says.
I turn and meet his gaze again.
“Take off the bra.”
Without a word, I reach behind me to unclasp my bra. I let the straps slide down my arms, and then the bra falls away from my breasts and drops to the floor. The fact that Ace is so silent should have been daunting and causing me to doubt myself. Instead, I like that he's not giving me his usual compliments. I have a feeling that if he was reassuring me constantly, we'd never get anywhere, and it would break the intensity of the moment.
“Ditch the panties.”
I slip my fingers just beneath the edging at my hips and carefully begin sliding the material down. I fight back a blush as they drop to my feet. Being completely naked while Ace is still entirely dressed is awkward.
At least for me.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Ace says bluntly as his eyes roam over me.
Well, there's my reassurance. Short and blunt. My lip curves in the corner, but I don't say anything.
Ace cocks his head slightly, and he looks momentarily amused. “You do know you're allowed to speak, right?”
“I know.”
He nods. “Climb on the bed. Arms outstretched, legs nice and wide,” he says wickedly.
Nerves tighten my chest, and I swear my heart is going to pound its way out of my ribcage. Okay, I can do this. I keep repeating that mantra in my head as I turn and climb on the bed. I push aside the blindfold, then lie down on my back. The first thing I do is put my arms where the restraints are. After a moment’s hesitation, I spread my legs to where I can feel the restraints waiting. I promptly clamp my eyes shut tightly, not wanting to know when he's gazing down there.
I hear a low chuckle. “I love how shy you are.” Then comes the sound of movement, and I know he's walking to the bed. “Look at me,” he orders, his voice close to my head.
My eyes open, and I find him leaning over me, eyes serious. “Do you want to stop?”
“What? No,” I say immediately.
“I just needed to make sure, Faith.”
“I'm sure.”
He moves to my right arm, and I hear the sound of Velcro as he pulls apart the cuff and then eases it around my wrist. He Velcro's it shut and looks at me. “Comfortable?”
I nod.
He walks around the bed to my other wrist and does the same. When he moves down to my legs, I once again close my eyes with embarrassment. I know he's seen me before, but having my legs wide open like this is totally diff
erent. At least I only have the lamp on, and the room is shadowed slightly. I feel his warm hand wrap around my ankle, right above my foot. He lifts it slightly and fastens the restraint. He does the same with my left. After a brief moment, I hear him move to the head of the bed. “Ready for the blindfold?”
I nod, not opening my eyes.
“Lift your head slightly.” After I comply, he eases the blindfold over my eyes, and I feel a pillow being tucked under my head. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes.”
I hear him walk away, then comes the distinct sound of my bedroom light being turned on. My immediate reaction is to jerk against the restraints that hold me to the bed. “Ace! I don't want the light on.”
“I do. Now that I've got you where I want you, I want to see every inch. Or we can stop,” he casually adds.
My lips press together tightly. “Is it an ultimatum? Light stays on or we quit?”
“Yes.”
Dang him.
“I warned you that you may not like this side of me,” he says simply, but I can still hear a hint of amusement in his tone.
I can't help but huff out a sigh. “I like this side of you just fine. But I'm warning you, I will find a way to pay you back for everything you make me do that I wouldn't have otherwise.”
“That's not much of a threat, Angel.”
“Keep taunting me, and I'll see if Daisy still has any litter mates available. Is that enough of a threat?” I dare to ask.
“You wanted me, you're getting me. Take it out on me later, but for now, just try to enjoy the experience,” he admonishes lightly.
“Yes, sir,” I say with a little bit of sass that I didn't know I had.
Ace groans. “I kind of like it when you call me that.”
I realize I have no idea where he's at now, and he's not touching me. There's been no sound of clothing being removed, so I have a feeling he's just standing there, staring at my girly bits. “You're staring, aren't you?” I ask with resignation.
“Like I said, prettiest little pussy I've ever seen.”
I can feel my face heating up beneath the blindfold. There's another long moment of silence and no movement. After what feels like forever, I hear a slight sound, and I feel his hand on my ankle. I wasn't expecting the touch, and I start badly.
“Easy,” he murmurs as I feel his hand slide down to my foot. Much to my surprise, he begins to massage it.
“What are you doing?” I blurt out.
“I'm lovin' this body,” he says as he presses his thumbs into the arch of my foot, causing me to moan. “Feel good?”
“Mmmhmm.”
I'd expected a massage of different sorts, not a foot massage. He's good at it though, and I feel myself slipping into a comfortable, relaxed state as he continues to massage my right foot. When he moves again and gives my left foot the same treatment, I barely even twitch.
When his hands slowly work their way up my ankle, still massaging, I lie completely still. Those wonderful hands of his make my legs turn to jelly as he runs them all over my legs and up to mid-thigh. I can't help but tense slightly as I wait to see if he'll take things further. I badly want him to touch me.
Instead, his hands disappear, and I feel the mattress dip slightly to the left of me. “I'm going to savor every inch of you,” he tells me.
I swallow hard as my body reacts to his comment. My nipples are already pebbled, and I'm sure he's noticed that I'm wet between my legs. I feel him move closer and something just barely brushes my lower lip. His thumb I'm guessing, and I can't resist parting my lips and stroking it with my tongue.
Ace groans and suddenly I can feel his still clothed body carefully easing on top of mine, his arms on either side of my head causing the pillow to dip on both sides. His lips claim mine in a demanding but seductive kiss, and I find myself drowning in the taste of him. As he devours my mouth, I can feel the texture of his shirt pressing against my bare breasts. He's also aligned his hips with mine, and his erection is pressing snuggly between my legs. Being naked with a completely clothed Ace is incredibly arousing.
He gently moves his hips once, causing the textured denim to brush against my ever increasing sensitive bud. I moan into his mouth, trying to push my hips up into his, wanting more. He doesn't give me what I want. In fact, he pushes his body off mine, and as the cool air brushes against my most intimate place, I shiver slightly.
His lips leave mine, and I feel his weight settle on my left side again. Something brushes my left nipple, and I suck in a sharp breath. “Do you like what I'm doing so far?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
“Mm,” he says noncommittally. “Maybe I need a little proof.” With that said, I feel his hand settle flat on my stomach for a moment until it slowly trails down to the swollen flesh between my legs. A whimper escapes as I feel him slide a finger down my slit. “You're soaked,” he says approvingly, and I shift restlessly on the mattress when his finger slides away. He's killing me here, and we've barely begun.
Something wet touches my left nipple, and I'm confused until I realize it's Ace's finger. As his finger coats my nipple, I realize it's my own moisture from between my legs. This causes my face to go beat red behind the blindfold, and I hear Ace chuckle lowly. His finger continues to manipulate the tip of my breast, and my embarrassment fades as my back arches, wanting more. So much more. “Please,” I whisper.
“What do you want, Angel?”
“More.”
I feel him move, then he's rolling both my nipples between his fingers at the same time. I gasp and moan, writhing slightly even though I'm restrained. It feels amazing. Not being able to see what he's doing is erotic. I lose myself to the intense sensations as he determinedly plays with my breasts until he releases my nipples, and his mouth claims the left one. His tongue teases it before he sucks hard, causing me to gasp. What really gets a reaction out of me is when he slowly and deliberately grazes his teeth along the sensitive skin from the base to the tip.
I arch beneath him, and I feel a drop of liquid heat slide down my folds. “Ace! Please!”
He sucks hard on my nipple while he manipulates the other one with his fingers. When he grazes it with his teeth, he lightly pinches my right one.
“I want you right now. Ace!” I demand in a breathless voice. He's got me wet and panting, and all he's done is play with my breasts. I can't take any more of this delicious torture.
Ace chuckles against my nipple and bites it lightly, causing me to jerk with surprise. “Patience, Angel.”
“What do you mean? I'm ready. Please...”
“Who's in charge?” he asks ruthlessly.
I groan. “You.”
“I'll give you what you want when I'm good and ready.” He moves away from my breasts, and I feel the mattress stiffen up again beside me. He's no longer on the bed.
I wait impatiently, my heart thudding erratically. I'm so swollen that I ache down there. Oh, hell. He's down there staring at me again. I swear I can feel his gaze burning into my slick heat. Since I'm restrained, I can't do anything but wait for the next touch, the next caress. This is what he wants, he wants to build up the anticipation. I realize that he wants me to want his touch so badly that I’ll beg for it. Which I have already. I should be mortified, but I'm not. I just want to relieve this feverish arousal I am experiencing.
The mattress dips between my spread legs, and I'm instantly relieved. Yes! He's going to—Disappointment sweeps through me when I feel him tenderly caress my inner thigh and not the aching flesh between my thighs. No, no. I want him to touch me or slide himself inside me.
Another chuckle reaches my ears. “Your face is still expressive, even with that blind fold.”
I lick my dry lips. “Ace, you're driving me nuts.”
“That's the point. I want you so wound up that when you finally experience your orgasm, it'll be off the charts.” He rubs the skin on my upper thigh. “I'm not touching your pussy with my fingers tonight, sweetheart. I want you
r permission to taste it.”
I go completely still. I'm turned on by the idea but still nervous about it.
“I want to drive you over the edge with my tongue. You want your release badly, well I'm offering it to you in the only way I'm willing to give it. For now.”
“Okay,” I whisper, giving in.
I feel both his warm hands slide up my thighs, and I can tell he's shifting on the mattress. When I feel him press a kiss against my inner thigh, I go so still I quit breathing. He kisses the other thigh, and then I feel his tongue swipe down my entire slit. I flinch slightly at the unexpected touch and instantly feel his hand flatten on my lower stomach, holding me in place.
“Easy,” he murmurs. I feel a soft flick against the small, swollen knot of tissue, and the pleasure it causes has me crying out. That felt... Oh yes, do it again! His tongue gently flicks over it repeatedly, and I begin to pant and writhe. If I thought that felt good, it's nothing compared to when he draws that bundle of tissue into his mouth and sucks. The things he's doing to me with his mouth and tongue... It's driving me crazy! I'm near tears as I moan and gasp, my body seeking what it wants so badly.
Ace is meticulous as he continues his manipulation, bringing me higher and higher until I'm losing all control. One more firm suck, and I'm gone. I cry out his name while my lower body shudders and spasms as I ride out the intense sensations. The entire time, I'm aware of Ace still lapping and teasing me down there.
When I come down from the orgasm, I feel limp.
His lips finally leave me, and I feel him move off the mattress. “Still conscious there, Angel?”
“Barely,” I murmur in a throaty voice I don't recognize.
“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look right now, bound and sated, your cheeks flushed with your orgasm? This image is forever burned into my mind,” he tells me as I hear the rustle of clothing.
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