Just the thought of every way he could distract me had me duly distracted, but Will wasn’t all talk. He led me upstairs and into the bathroom beside my bedroom. In a matter of seconds, we’d shed our sweaty, dusty clothes, and I joined him under the rushing water in the shower.
It didn’t matter how many times I’d been with Will, or how many times I’d experienced his gentle side—it still blew my mind whenever a Dom handled me so tenderly. His hands slid all over my body while we kissed, and though we were both steel-hard, our cocks pressed between us, he was in no hurry.
We stayed in the shower for… For I didn’t know how long. Long enough that sweat and dust were a distant memory right along with everything he’d promised to distract me from. I was so turned on I couldn’t see straight, and from the way he dragged his fingers over my skin and skated his lips up and down my throat, so was he.
The water was starting to cool off, so we got out and dried ourselves. Instead of leading me into the bedroom, though, Will turned me around so my back was to his chest as we faced the mirror. Our eyes met.
“We don’t have a masochist here,” he whispered, sliding his hand around the front of my throat. “so we’ll have to improvise a little, won’t we?”
I gulped, and I know he felt it.
“Tell you what,” he purred right in my ear, his gaze still fixed on mine. “Get me a blindfold and some rope.”
I stiffened. “Some…rope?”
“Mmhmm.” Apparently sensing my unease, he whispered, “I know your limits.”
“I know.”
“Do you trust me?”
Mute, I nodded.
His eyebrow flicked up.
“Yes,” I said quickly. “Yes, I trust you.”
“Safe words?”
“Red and yellow.”
“Good. Get me the ropes and blindfold.”
Then he let me go, and when we stepped into my bedroom, I went to the dresser where I kept my small collection of toys. I was nervous—it was rare I let anyone tie me—but I did trust Will. After seeing how careful he and Aaron were about limits and safe words, I knew I was in good hands. But nerves were still a thing.
He stepped up behind me and put his hands on my hips. “Get some lube too.”
I tensed again. His hard-on was pressed against my ass, and now he wanted lube? “Uh…”
“I know your limits,” he reminded me, and kissed the side of my neck. “No anal. Don’t worry.”
He did know my limits. And he had respected them so far. And I did trust him.
So, pretending my heart wasn’t pounding, I handed him the ropes and blindfolded, and then pulled a bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer.
“Lie on your back,” he ordered.
I did as I was told, and Will tied me spread-eagled on the bedposts. When he was done, he sat back to admire his handiwork, and from his grin and his prominent hard-on, he was turned on as hell by all this. And so was I. Nervous, yes, but excited enough that my toes curled as we gazed at each other.
He knelt on the bed beside me, blindfold in hand. “The ropes are loose enough you can slide your hands out if you need to.”
I tugged experimentally, and he was right. It wouldn’t take much to free myself if I wanted to. Kind of like handcuffs with a safety release within easy reach. Nodding, I said, “Good to know.”
“You ready?”
Another nod.
Will leaned down to kiss me. Then he grinned, and that was the last thing I saw before he slid the blindfold into place. “The rules are very simple.” He trailed a soft fingertip down the middle of my chest. “You don’t make a sound, and you don’t come until I tell you to.”
I closed my eyes behind the black satin. “Okay.”
And then he got started.
Without my sight, all my other senses zeroed in on him as he, in no hurry at all, took his sweet time kissing down my sides, across my chest, along my hipbone, all over my throat, up and down my inner thighs. Just soft, delicate kisses, every one of them lighting up my nerve endings and making his rules even harder to follow. I wanted to moan. I wanted to curse. God help me, I wanted to come, and he hadn’t even touched my cock yet.
He nipped my hipbone, and it took all the self-control I had not to grunt with the mix of pain and pleasure, not to mention anticipation