Next came a new sensation. Cold and hard. Perhaps the flat edge of knife or a metal ruler. I stiffened as he rubbed it over my skin, liking the way he smacked my breasts with the flat side of it and moaning as he fingered my pussy as he smacked it against my thighs with a series of gentle taps.
Now, another sensation. This time it was some sort of vibrating toy. I could hear it buzzing before I felt it. He applied it to the sensitive folds of my pussy, working it like an expert until I was writhing and gasping on the bed, straining against my bonds as he brought me to orgasm. The sheets beneath me were drenched in my come and my entire body was tingling with pleasure.
"My turn now?" I asked, hopefully. I was eager to return the favor he had bestowed upon me.
"Yes, but I want you to experience it blindfolded so you really notice every sensation," Ethan said, and I felt him cut the bonds from my wrists and ankles.
Still submerged in total darkness, I fumbled on the bed, searching for him. I sensed the heat from his body and followed my instincts.
My hands found an arm and trailed along his flesh, rubbing his chest, exploring the muscles of his pecs and those incredible abs. Touching his muscular body without being able to see him made me appreciate just how well sculpted he was. When I put my lips upon his flesh, he tasted salty, warm, and delicious. I never rea
lly appreciated before the finer subtleties of his flavor until now. The soft down of his hair, the smoothness of his skin, the divot of his navel were standing out to me now.
When I came to his erection, it felt huge in my hands, and I explored him carefully, memorizing the shape and feel of every inch of him. I could hear the changes in his breathing, feel the pulsations of his circulatory system, and smell the masculine musk of his arousal.
When I put my tongue on the head of his throbbing organ, I could envision the expression on his face as he groaned with pleasure. My pussy was tingling with arousal as I administered to him, taking great delight in pleasuring him just as he had done for me earlier. I was amazed at just how much more exciting a blowjob had become by performing it blindfolded. Not being able to see really had opened my other senses to the incredible nuisances I would have otherwise ignored.
"Now, fuck me," Ethan commanded, and I mounted his waist, using only my sense of touch to find my way. When I felt his enormous dick slide into my tight, dripping-wet pussy, we both moaned aloud with pleasure.
"Good girl. Now stretch it out. See how long you can draw out my pleasure by fucking me without making me come. Use your senses to know what my body is telling you."
Rocking my hips, I thrust gently on top of him, increasing in speed and intensity as he writhed and groaned beneath me. It was difficult at first to determine how close to orgasm he was without being able see the expression on his face, but I reached out with my other senses, and figured it out quickly.
I could feel his muscles tensing, smell his manly scent, feel his perspiration on his chest, hear his breathing grow more rapid, taste the passion of his kiss, and feel the pulsations of his body. Even blind, I knew his body well, and I worked to draw out his pleasure with excruciating slowness, just as he had done to me. Every time he was near climax, I slowed to a near stop before picking up the pace to gyrate wildly on top of him once more. The student had become the master.
"Good girl. I'm going to come inside you," Ethan said.
He tore the blindfold from my eyes and flipped me over so I was lying on my stomach on top of the bed. He bent my knees up beneath me so I was kneeling on the bed and drove his dick into me from behind with a powerful thrust. Gripping my tits from behind, he pounded into me forcefully, until suddenly we were climaxing as one. The cries of my pleasure blended with his moans as we orgasmed together in perfect harmony. Our bodies shivered as every nerve cell exploded with ecstasy.
Ethan spanked my ass with his hands to keep the passion going, prolonging both our climaxes, until we finally collapsed onto the bed together, exhausted and utterly satisfied.
He climbed under the sheets and pulled me close to him, wrapping his arms around me in a loving embrace and fell asleep. I had no idea what had upset him earlier, but I'd given him what he needed and now he was at peace. I'd done my part, and I was happy. Feeling loved and needed, I closed my eyes and fell asleep against his chest, completely content.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Ethan
I got to my office and was startled to find a new face sitting behind Angela's desk. She really had been a great assistant and I was going to miss her. Unfortunately, the fiery passion that had made her so good at her job also made her a force to be afraid of when she'd been crossed.
Angela and I had never committed to each other, but the sheer regularity with which we've enjoyed each other's bodies had been enough to make her feel like I betrayed her when I wanted to call it quits between us. She blamed Kayla, but in reality, I should have stopped our affair long ago. It was wrong of me to keep turning to her for sexual release — no matter how hot she was. I always knew fucking the same woman for too long would be misconstrued as a relationship, and I had been right.
Under the circumstances, it was best that Angela had moved on. Steve was a lucky man. I knew I could count on him to appreciate her for her administrative skills, and not just for being a hot piece of ass. They would make a great team and be a huge asset to the company.
"Mr. Colson, I'm your new assistant, Gary," the young man behind the desk introduced himself with a nervous quiver in his voice.
"Glad to meet you. I have an appointment with an old acquaintance. He should be arriving first thing this morning." I was about to tell him to have security ban him from the building when he arrived, but to the over-eager young man cut me off.
"Yes, sir. He's already here. A Mr. Dorsey. I told him to have a seat in your office until you arrive."
"What?" I was annoyed. I had got into work an hour early specifically to avoid this situation again. Damn it. My irritation must have shown on my face because Gary flinched as if I'd slapped him.
"I'm sorry. Should I call him back out and have him wait in the lobby?"
"No, he's already here; I'll take care of him," I glowered, but I knew it was a mistake Gary would never make again.
When I entered in my private office and shut the door securely behind me, I found Charles sitting in my favorite chair with his feet propped up on my desk. He folded his hands behind his head and it was all I could do not to smack the cocky grin off his face.
I couldn't wait to give it to him just to get him out of my sight. If I never had to see Charles Dorsey again, it would be money well spent. The problem was, I wasn't sure that would be the case, and looking at him now, I was sure it wouldn't be.