Page 37 of Sly (Dragon Riders MC 5)
Then, without another word spoken, I walked back up to her.
I guided her body against the cross and raised her arms over her head. I used the restraints to tie her wrists down before crouching and doing the same with her ankles. Already, I smelled her eager pussy. Her juices, dampening the soft fabric of her cotton panties. I let my nose trail against her bare leg. She shivered as goosebumps puckered along the inside of her thigh. I chuckled before I kissed her skin softly, allowing my fingertips to travel up and down the length of her wondrous legs.
Then, I stood up and took stock of my artistic creation.
“You look good,” I said.
Tara snickered. “I’ve never done something like this before. Will you warn me before something happens?”
I shrugged. “Depends.”
She blinked. “On what?”
“On whether or not you wish to be blindfolded.”
I watched the cogs behind her eyes turn as she looked around the room. I kept a dimly-lit light back here that automatically turned on once it got dark outside. But even with the light, it was hard to see some of the things on the walls. Nevertheless, the shelving was there, and one day I’d let her see my collection in the middle of the day. One day, I’d let her see the range of whips, chains, plugs, dildos, and vibrators I had that mounted against my wall for anyone to see who dared to step beyond the projector curtain.
But for now, the anticipation would be half the fun.
“Blindfolded?” Tara asked.
I nodded. “I don’t make a move without your consent.”
She paused. “Is this, like, one of those fifty gray things or whatever?”
I chuckled. “Not quite.”
“So, not a fan of the movie?”
“Not one bit.”
She nodded slowly. “Okay.”
I cocked my head. “Okay, what?”
“Okay, I’ll go with the blindfold.”
I walked over to the wall to my left. “We need a safe word. You know, in case things get to be too much and you need to tap out.”
She swallowed hard. “What? You mean like, pain or something?”
I plucked a velvet blindfold off the wall. “I mean, just in general. If you need to stop or address me in any way, a safe word is a good way to get my attention even in the heat of the moment.”
She giggled. “I don’t know if I’ll want you to stop in the heat of anything.”
My skin puckered with delight as I made my way back toward her. “Well, in case of an emergency, what’s a word that would be easy for you to recall?”
I held my breath as I slid the blindfold around her head. I tied it off, making sure it wasn’t too tight as she continued debating on what she wanted her word to be. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her body heat ravaging me as I let my fingertips dance against her skin.
Then, she said the one word that gave me pause. The one word that focused all of my attention on her instead of on what I wanted to do to her.
“Love,” she said softly.
I took a step back. “What was that?”
She smiled. “‘Love’. That’s my safe word.”
“And that’ll be an easy word for you to recall in the heat of the moment?”
She spoke without hesitation. “With you? Yes.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Very well, then. Just remember that you have to use that word by itself in order for it to register. No other words. Just that one, repeated if you have to.”
She nodded. “Got it.”
I stripped my clothes off. “Good.”
With her body sprawled out like a platter just for my taking, I stripped myself down completely until I was clad in nothing but my skin. I walked over to the wall to my right and plucked a stick with a feather attached to the end of it from the hooks bored into the brick wall. And as I held it out, I let the feather dance over Tara’s body.
And watching her wiggle while her giggles filled the air brought me great delight.
“Sly, that tickles!”
I grinned. “Good.”
“Oh my God. Sly. Holy shit.”
“Safe word?”
She stuck her tongue out. “Not in your life.”
“Oh, so we’re going to be sassy, huh?”
I danced the feather down her breasts, watching her chest heave as her skin flushed for me. I tickled it down her stomach, tracing her belly button softly as her laughter filled the room. She tugged at the restraints, trying to get loose. Trying to run away from a sensation that made her shiver as well as pucker for my viewing pleasure.
But when I slid the feather down her leg, I watched her hips buck.
“Needing a bit more, are we?” I taunted.
Tara swallowed hard. “I’m sweating already. What is up with that?”
I chuckled. “It’s common when you’re nervous and anticipating something while being strung up and stimulated.”
She paused. “That was the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
