Author: Tara Sue Me
“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here beside you. Understand?”
She did. “Yes, sir. ”
“Good girl. ” He was no longer touching her, but she could sense he was nearby. “Today’s all about sensation. I just want you to feel and experience. It works better when your sense of sight is deprived. ”
Something lightly tickled the hollow of her throat, trailed downward between her breasts, circled them, and made its way back up.
“Can you guess what this is?” He flicked it against her nipple.
“Feather?”
He tickled the other. “Is that an answer or another question?”
“It’s a feather, sir. ”
“Good girl. It is a feather. ” He lightly trailed it down one arm and then the other, teasing her in places she’d never considered erogenous before. Her nerve endings came alive under his touch and subtle teasing. It didn’t seem possible to be so turned on by a feather.
“How about this?” he asked, and something soft and furry stroked her arm.
“Feels like fur, sir. ” Warm and soft and comforting.
“It is fur. It’s also a flogger. A rabbit fur flogger. ”
She tensed at the word “flogger,” but Daniel kept on with the fur strands, dragging them along and across her body until she was once more relaxed.
“A lot of people associate floggers with pain,” he said. “And there’s certainly a place for that. But with this type,” he murmured as the soft strands flicked her chest, “it’s more about sensation. ”
Tied as she was, she could do no more than relax her body and allow Daniel to elicit responses she never knew were possible. Starting at her shoulders, the rabbit fur swiftly pelted against her skin with light breezy strokes. He left no portion of her body untouched by the flogger. It felt delicious when used on her br**sts and her ni**les hardened with desire.
Along her belly, it felt more ticklish. She almost giggled, but with the next stroke, several strands hit her between the legs and she moaned instead.
“Like that, kitten?” he asked, and when the flogger came again, more of its tails landed against her wetness.
Her h*ps jerked, desperate for friction, and her body ached, longing to be filled. “Yes, sir. ”
“Would you like something harder?”
The fur struck her again, but it wasn’t enough, could never be enough. She needed more. “Please, sir. ”
He spanked her there with three quick strokes and she moaned in pleasure.
“Please,” she said again because it hadn’t been enough.
“Poor kitten,” he said. “It’s not time yet. We have more toys to explore before you’re allowed to come. And when you do come, I’m going to be buried inside you. ”
His footsteps sounded as he walked away from her. She tried to hear what he was doing, but it wasn’t until she heard the telltale clink that she had any idea why he had left. Once she did, her body tensed in anticipation.
“I think my kitten needs to cool down, she’s too hot. ”
She shivered at the touch of ice to her shoulder and groaned as he trailed it along her collarbone. So cold when the rest of her felt so heated. The ice continued moving lower, but in the second before it reached her breast, his mouth was on her skin. Then the ice was in his mouth and her skin was enveloped in the most surreal combination of frozen heat.
She strained against her bonds with a whimpering moan of pleasure.
A chuckle was his only reply. He suckled her, and then he slipped a finger inside her. A cold finger.
Her h*ps jerked. “Fuck!”
His finger was so cold, it might as well have been ice. As he worked it in and out of her, his skin gradually grew warmer. The ice in his mouth melted, leaving tiny wet paths along her body. Her every nerve stood at attention.
Slowly, he ran his hands down her right leg and untied her ankle. He repeated the action for each limb. Taking the newly untied arm or leg and massaging it gently before placing it back on the table. Any other time, his attention would have relaxed her, but at that moment all it did was serve to entice her more.
He moved leisurely, his seductive touch teasing every bit of anticipation possible out of her. A soft towel was draped over her body and those same hands gently dried her off. With tiny swirls, he circled her breasts, pressing rougher and rougher while he worked his way lower and lower.
The towel slipped from her body and heat once more surrounded her, but it was him. He was above her, on her, and he kneed her legs apart, and seconds later, he was in her. The familiar sweet stretch of him pushing inside made her lift her h*ps in a desperate attempt to draw him deeper.
He was slow and tender, and shattered any lingering misguided impression she had about domination. Fast or slow. Hard or gentle. He would take what he wanted in any way he wanted. And she would let him, because she knew there was only freedom to be found in placing herself into his keeping.
His hands slid to her face and the blindfold fell from her eyes. She saw her own desire reflected in his gaze. And as he drove them both toward an encompassing cl**ax, she saw something deeper. It was her strength that made him strong, and his command that made her complete.
• • •
Daniel looked to his right at Julie as they drove to the assisted living facility later that day. She had her head back on the headrest, eyes closed, and her fingers played a staccato beat against the doorframe. At her feet was the flower arrangement she insisted on putting together. Wildflowers. He smiled at the thought of her remembering his grandmother’s favorite.
“What are you thinking over there, all relaxed and smiley?” he asked.
She lazily peeked through one eye at him. “I’m willing to bet you have a fairly good idea. ”
They had already talked about their morning. She indicated her enjoyment of sensation play, and even more so, he believed she had a breakthrough of sorts, though she hadn’t said it in so many words.
He dropped a hand to her thigh and squeezed. “Stroke my ego and tell me anyway. ”
“How about I stroke something else?”
Damn, but she was always throwing him off guard by saying things like that. Two could play at that, though. He put his hand back on the steering wheel. “That would be an excellent idea. ”
She smiled in assumed victory and turned toward him.
“Unzip your jeans, kitten. ”