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Apprehension pulled at my mind, trying to make me see common sense. Intrigue was the demon, sitting on my shoulder and encouraging me to go ahead, play the game.
“I've let you take what you want from me, now I want a favour in return.” His voice was gravelly and oh so sexy.
Licking my lips, I grinned. “How could I not thank you for your part in my healing?”
A chuckle rumbled through the phone. “Oh, you've got a way to go yet, my little one. However, this is all part of the fun.”
Choosing to ignore his cryptic words, I slunk around the chair, running my hand over the back and touching the handcuffs lightly. I hadn't noticed the silk bag hanging on the bottom of the chair, gaping open to reveal a mask and some other goodies. Bending down, I took the mask out, feeling the soft silk black material with the tips of my fingers. The fluttering in my stomach increased as I stood up and held the mask in the air.
“Now,” I said, tilting my head to the side, “this is pretty. But what's the point in me using it if you're not here to tease me?”
“Because if you can't see, it increases the pleasure. Once you've finished exploring, I'd like to start.” His sharp tone made me straighten.
That tinge of excitement made the hairs on the back of my neck stand tall. Why was his authority turning me on? Was I into this? Like full on 50 shades of wanting to be fucked by a dildo chair? Hell yeah, I was.
“Let's do this,” I said, gravitating towards the dildo. “Shall I turn this on?”
“No!” he barked, “not yet.”
Pulling my hand away, I stayed crouched beside the chair, almost too afraid to move. I hadn't heard him raise his voice yet, and quite frankly, he was rude... in a good way.
“Strip for me,” he ordered. “Slowly.”
Oh Mr Kinky, where had you been all my life? Standing, I went to put the mask on the chair. He tutted as if I were a naughty child.
“No, my angel,” he said, his voice smooth, “put it on.”
A quiver shot through me as I pulled the mask over my eyes, suddenly nervous about our new game as darkness descended. Who was this man who had been hiding behind the screen? The man who had been stoic and almost bored every time he spoke to me. Now, he was a beast. A wolf hiding in plain sight, ready to bite if I did anything wrong.
“I've read too many paranormal books,” I quipped as I reached for the hem of my top.
“Please,” he pleaded, “be quiet.”
The quiver in his voice matched my own. Oh goody, he was just as excited as me. But I had to be quiet. Was that the whole time? Or just while I stripped? Oh shit, I was overthinking it now, too unsure to know what to do.
“Do you need me to guide you?” he muttered.
Nodding, I swallowed and held my arms to the side, ready for his direction. A calmness overtook me, tingling through my nerves and pushing all thoughts out of my head. As the silence resounded around the room, I pulled my fingernails into my palms. The quiet made my chest tighten as old fears and insecurities arose. What if he changed his mind, now that he could see how inexperienced I was?
“Take off your top,” he said, “slowly.”
Fumbling with the hem of my top, I pulled it up and over my head, almost knocking the mask off as the material dragged over my hair. The cool air swirled around my bare skin, caressing and soothing, all at the same time. My nipples hardened under my bra and the erotic nature of my undressing lit a fire in the pit of my stomach.
“And now?” I said, letting the top fall from my hands.
“Your tights.” His tone was low. “Roll them off slowly but leave your skirt on.”
My stomach flip-flopped as I reached under my skirt and pushed my tights down my legs. “That feels nice,” I whispered, unsure whether he would berate me for talking.
“Describe it,” he ordered.
“The material is licking my skin as I pull it down my legs, caressing every inch of me until it leaves my toes.”
He hummed appreciatively and I smiled, glad that I had pleased him with my words. I had the urge to please him some more, but I had to be a good girl and allow him to lead me.
“Feel for the chair, my little one,” he coaxed, “and climb onto the seat with your knees, careful not to touch the vibrator.”
Shit, my pussy soaked my underwear as I did as I was told, using my hands to feel for the seat and placing my knees either side of the dildo. I held myself up with the back of the chair, waiting, again. A shiver ran over me and I trembled from excitement.
