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Chapter Ten

 

“If I blindfold you, Joey, you’ll feel my
touch even more and the sensitivity and the unknown will add an edge to the
experience. You can tell me to take it off at any time and I will. Will you let
me blindfold you, honey?” His voice a low growl, she felt the low vibration
through her body and shivered.

Joey moved her head on the pillow and
looked at him. Evidently it was her turn now. Jeez. She could swear she didn’t
have anything left. Even after they took a short nap she couldn’t believe he
was ready to go again. She could see by the look in his eyes he was more than
ready…waiting for her answer. With only a small hesitation she nodded and
relaxed.

She got up to get Gray one of her extra
scarves and secretly slipped her panties back on while he was turned away from
her looking at the items on the tray. She knew that he’d find a feather, a bowl
of strawberries, a cup of ice cubes, the scissors and several other items that
she’d thought would be fun to try. He wanted to undress her and she wanted him
to have the full experience—little thong and all. She went to lie back down on
the bed.

In deep, husky tones Gray talked to her
while he covered her eyes and bound her to the bed. “Let’s try one more thing,
Joey. I promised you yesterday we’d practice the art of erotic talk. While you
are bound, I don’t want you to talk…I want you to feel. But I will describe to
you what I am feeling and what the sight of you bound and open to me is doing
to my body.”

Oh, good lord. It was one thing to write
sex, and another to have a running commentary while Gray watched her. Well, she
guessed since she would be blindfolded, she wouldn’t be able to see him
watching. It amazed her that he had no problem with talking about sex. Many
writers by nature are introverted, choosing to hole themselves up and
concentrate on the imaginary characters instead of live ones. She’d often
laughed with her author friends about their shared inhibitions. Putting the
words down on paper seemed easy, saying the words became next to impossible.

She was really very shy but you wouldn’t
know that about her from reading her books. Well, she wanted to broaden her
experiences and Gray didn’t make her feel foolish doing it, so she might as
well take this offered gift of exploration and see what happened. She would
have to admit, just the anticipation of what he might do and say aroused her.
“Sure, Gray, I‘ll give it a shot,” she whispered.

With her eyes covered, Joey couldn’t sense
where Gray was in the room. He’d moved off the bed and she listened carefully
for any movement. Straining to catch any sound or hint of where Gray could be,
Joey realized he’d been right. The lack of sight did increased the sensitivity
of her other senses.

“I ‘m standing here, naked, looking at you.
I can’t express what it does to me to see your hair wild on the pillow, your body
bound and waiting for me to do what I wish to it…knowing you are completely
helpless to resist anything I want. And it makes me hard. Hot. I can feel my
body tighten, my cock swell and I’m very eager to start touching you. Tasting
you.”

Joey sucked in her breath. Oh, yeah…this
could do it for her. Part of her mind became very excited at the prospect of
keeping this blindfold on all night, the other part swore. She wanted to see
his desire for her, see his gorgeous body as it wept for hers Her mind torn
between the two, she decided that for tonight, she’d made her choice.

More silence. She felt the soft caress of
the warm breeze blowing through the bedroom window against her heated skin, and
nothing else. The bed moved on her right side and her body rolled into it a
little and settled again. The anticipation of his touch drove her crazy. Her
skin prickled in goose bumps, crawling with the need to be touched.

Gray’s voice broke the silence again.
“Where do I start, honey? The sight of your pulse beating wild and fast tells
me this excites you. I want that little pink tongue in my mouth, instead of
darting out to moisten your lips. I can see you’re restless, ready for me to
touch you. And make no mistake…we didn’t set a time limit on this exercise. I
have a hundred ideas of what I want do with you—to you—and it might take all
night and much of tomorrow to satisfy them all.”

Joey shivered and suppressed a moan. He had
warned her when she’d taken him in her mouth that her turn would come. She knew
if he accomplished even half of what he contemplated, she would be in for more
than she could stand. You would think after all they shared tonight, he
wouldn’t sound so hungry for her.

“I cannot believe how turned on I am to
have you vulnerable and open to my every move. But since you already made me
come in your mouth, and I’ve spent myself in your tight cunt once tonight, I
should have some restraint. I will be able to lick and suck on you until you
scream, Joey.”

Joey felt soft fingers touch her face below
the blindfold. Whisper soft strokes traced little patterns over the features of
her face not covered by the scarf. She could feel both hands now as he worked
his way down her body, touching every inch of her bare skin and even the curves
hidden by her dress. The sensation made her restless and she twisted into his
touch. Moaned in encouragement.

Joey drifted in a sensual daze, glorying in
every touch. He skimmed every part of her body from her head to the tips of her
toes. He spent several minutes stroking the skin spilling over the fabric of
her dress. She knew lying on her back would leave her braless breasts barely
covered in the low bodice. He tormented the exposed flesh and flicked her
nipples through the thin cotton, rubbing them to hard peaks. With his other hand,
he cupped her mound, pressing into her and making her wish nothing came between
his fingers and her damp skin.

And he kept up a constant dialogue of how
soft her skin felt, how he enjoyed the experience of her through her clothes,
how her nipples pressed hard and tight into his palms. The sensations and the
words spiked her desire. But they weren’t enough.

His hands left her body and all the room
fell quiet. She moaned and moved in frustration.

“Don’t move an inch, baby. I am going to
cut your dress off. First, I’ll cut the little straps, then through the bodice.
There. I think I’ll stop and play with your pretty pink nipples and see how you
taste.”

Joey felt the smooth, cold metal of
scissors on her skin as he cut the material a little and ripped the dress just
past her chest. The brush of his hand exposed her breasts. She knew he looked
at her, prepared to touch her. And he did. Oh lord, he did. He sat beside her
and she could feel him, feel his long silky hair sweep teasingly over her arms
and across her chest, just as he’d promised her. The sensation of cool hair
sliding over her hot skin tickled. Tempted. His hand cupped her breast and he
pulled her, pinched her nipples with his fingers. He rolled and flicked the
tight nubs and she cried out. Wildly thrashing her head back and forth, she
pulled on her hands. The scarves tightened but didn’t give. She gasped, “Gray,
please! I can’t take it!”

“We haven’t even started, sweet. I want to
see what your nipples look like after I suck them into my mouth. I bet they
stick out straight and hard, that they will swell and turn a darker shade of
pink.” He moved his face down to her, the brush of his hair the only warning
she had before he enveloped her with hot, wet suction. His tongue flicked first
one nipple, then the other. He shifted back and forth between each breast,
laving her areolas and then sucking each taut nub into his mouth. He pulled
hard and nipped at the tip. The moist sensation of him feasting on her sent a
thread of aching need to her core. She could feel the damp moisture pool
between her legs and soak her panties. She pulled against her bounds and
struggled against his mouth. She wasn’t fighting to get away. She wanted to
hold him to her and guarantee the sensations wouldn’t end.

“Don’tstopdon’tstop, Graaaay!” she wept in
disappointed frustration when he released her nipple with a pop and moved away
from her. She immediately stilled her cries when she felt him take hold of the
sides of her dress and rip it down past her stomach. He didn’t bother to pull
the torn garment out from under her; he just buried his face in her stomach. He
started sucking in bits of skin, and then biting her. It would sting and he
would lave the small hurt away with his tongue. The small pleasure-pain would
shoot to her pussy, causing her inner muscles to contract and more liquid heat
to gather between her thighs. He spent several minutes intent on ravaging her
belly button.

Once again he pulled away from her and she
cried out. He picked up the edges of the dress and ripped it in half. This
time, he pulled the torn dress from beneath her. Leaving her naked—with only
the shocking pink thong covering her pussy, and the white blindfold over her
eyes. She heard him suck in a sharp breath.

 

Gray groaned low in his throat at the shock
of discovering she’d put back on the thong. The sight of the woman spread and
bound before him was an incredible feast for his senses. God, how could she
think she looked average? Gray couldn’t take his eyes off her and he went into
great detail telling Joey how her skin flushed all apricot tan and sun-kissed
and how it felt as smooth as velvet. He told her how her breasts made two
perfect swollen mounds with little strawberry pink nipples hardened into ripe
little berries.

As he continued to describe what he saw, he
skimmed his hands over her flesh. He explained how he adored the little pooch
on her otherwise smooth stomach and enjoyed the feel of the rounded curves of
her supple hips. In detail, he described how her legs were just right to either
wrap around his body or drape over his shoulders. Even her toes were sexy and
cute he told her, tipped as they were in sky blue nail polish.

With her legs spread wide, he could see
every bit of her except what the bright pink thong strained to cover. Her
entire body blushed when he described the glistening moisture on the silk of
her thong, how the plump, pink folds of her pussy overflowed the little scrap
of fabric, and what the sight did to him. “Where to start?” he wondered aloud.
Thinking of what he wanted to do to her sent a shiver of hot awareness through
his veins. Pulsing blood moved through his body with molten heat and caused his
cock to swell. He fleetingly entertained the wish that she were bound in his
bed. That she was his. He shook the errant thought away. Ridiculous. They
didn’t know each other well enough for such thoughts. A tourist on vacation in
Hawaii would be leaving soon. He couldn’t lose sight of the fact that she was a
temporary visitor. His to enjoy for tonight and, with luck, the rest of her
time here. He knew he didn’t want his time with her to end. Yet.

He began tormenting every part of her body
with the feather she’d left on the tray. Using it first to brush across her
lips and then trail down her neck to her breasts, he spent several minutes
using it to flick and tease her nipples and then to play hide and seek with her
belly button.

Very carefully he cut the side of her thong
and pulled it away. Using the feather to circle and sweep over her clit, he
knew the sensation must have been teasing every nerve ending as she cried out
to beg him for more. “Harder,” she demanded, frustration evident in her tone.
“Touch me harder.”

Gray ignored her demands and pressed one
palm just over her mound to keep her hips from thrashing so he could put the
feather right where he wanted it. He dipped and swirled the tip in her juices,
painting her folds with her own secretions. When he could see she was just
about ready to come, he changed tactics.

This time, he reached for the ice. He used
it to wet her lips and let her suck the piece into her mouth. Grabbing another
piece of ice between his fingers, he used a light touch to tease over the
protruding nubs of her nipples, making them tighten even further. The cold,
tormenting sensation caused her to moan and toss in sensual agony. When he
could stand the tempting sight of her body no longer, he took a piece of the
ice into his mouth and bent to her breast. The combination of melting ice and
the hot heat of her flesh drove him mad.

At this point she started begging in
earnest. “Please…pleaseohpleaseohmygod, Gray!”

He released her nipple with a little
popping sound and took a long gulp of melted ice water. If it wasn’t for his
own body’s demands he could keep this up all night. He wanted to keep this up
all night. He looked at the glass in his hand and held it against his crotch.
Ahhh…the instant shock of cold to his flesh would do it for a bit. He told Joey
in excruciating detail what he’d done with the cup of ice and how he hoped it
would prolong her torment as he took another ice cube in his mouth and moved to
kneel between her legs. He grabbed an extra pillow and, with a gentle move,
shifted her up to place it under her hips. He lowered his head…

And feasted on her flesh.

 

Joey decided she would die on the spot from
heart failure. Gray showed her no mercy… She wasn’t sure she could take any
more of his erotic torment. The shocking cold ice forced her brain to shut down
and she struggled to separate the pleasure-pain of the ice from the intense
heated pleasure of his mouth. The ever-changing onslaught kept her on edge and
captivated between the competing sensations. The blindfold prevented her from
knowing what he would do next and every nerve screamed with expectation.

When his mouth wasn’t on her, his hands were.
And he would tell her what her body did to him, what he loved about her body.
He told her how his body hurt, how his cock pulsed with demand, how he wanted
to grind his flesh into hers. The words wound around her, adding to the
tormenting arousal. She wanted to come. But every time she thought she would
climax, he lightened his touch, or used the ice to cool her down, or stopped
for a few minutes.
God,
she was so close.

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