Page 53 of Beautiful Disaster

He gives me a quick nod.

“You checked it off on your list of dos, but how do you feel about being blindfolded? Answer in color.”

He thinks about it a moment before saying, “Green, Daddy.”

“Did anyone blindfold you before? Shake or nod your head.”

Jinx quickly shakes his head. Good.

“Before we start, tell me if you’re at green, yellow, or red, my pet. Look at me when you answer.”

He gazes upward with determination on his face and says, “Green, sir.”

“Very well. Let’s begin. Remember my instructions. Do not deviate.”

Jinx stands on his knees and reaches for my pants. He pops the button first. Next, the zipper slides down. Nimble fingers dig into the band of my jeans and underwear, pulling them down and over my swollen cock.

I’ve been aching for him since he sat on his new pillow. So beautiful. So compliant. Or he tries, anyway. And that’s what matters the most. His effort to please me is everything.

He wraps those lovely, calloused fingers around my cock, eyes meeting eyes, and licks the tip. My body wants to tremble from the slight, yet overstimulating sensation, but I control myself.

His tongue curls around and underneath the glans, slowly stroking me, which kicks up my heart rate. That tongue slides and rolls on the underside of my cock, catching all those sensitive spots like an expert acupuncturist. He worships it, giving me just enough, but not letting me build too quickly. Still holding my length, he pulls back and blows on the wetness, sending uncontrollable shivers through my body.

Oh, yes. He’s very fucking good. I also hate the reasons why he is. I push those negative thoughts out of my head and focus solely on Jinx.

When he opens his mouth wide, he glances away. I fork my fingers through his hair and grab a chunk of it. I don’t need to say a word. His pretty blues land back on me.

Jinx slowly sucks me down, mouth stretching. His eyes start watering as he reaches as far as he can go. Or so I thought. He wiggles his head a little and breathes through his nose as he pushes himself. His lips end at the root, his nose nestled in the hair, while he uses the back of his tongue to stimulate me. Jesus. He’s definitely a pro.

I want to pull out of his mouth. I want to stop this. My cock doesn’t like the thought of what happened, as I imagine scenes of what was done to him. It’s starting to consume me, and I soften.

An irritating growl slips out. Jinx instantly pops off, gagging a little as he does, drool spilling down his face. It’d be hot if I weren’t so worried about him.

He’s a fucking challenge. While I’m usually so self-assured in this dynamic, I’m constantly in doubt when it comes to him.

“Don’t. Stop. I said green, dammit! Trust me.”

I raise a brow and fist his hair again. “I did not give—”

“No. You’re worried about me when I’m telling you not to be. I’m okay. Please. Trust me.”

“We’ll deal with your insolence later, but—”

“Fine, punish me. I don’t care, but if I feel afraid in any way… I. Will. Tell. You. You said this is about trust, right?”

“Trust doesn’t always trump trauma, Jinx. You know this.”

“And I know when I’m freaking out. I want to please you right now. I feel safe with you.”

I run my thumb across the corner of his mouth, spreading the spit along his skin.

His eyes gleam, and he smiles crookedly. “Maybe it’s you who should get out of his head.”

I smile back and lean down. “You’ll pay for that remark.”

“Promises, promises.”

“Brat,” I chuckle. His words work to calm me down. Just like that, I’m thrown into my element again. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s even smarter than I gave him credit for. “Now, get me hard again.”