What could he have planned?
Kimberly nodded jerkily, trembling before him as he picked up the black eye mask from the bed and pulled it over her head. It covered her eyes only, the elastic fitting snugly at the back of her head and blocking all light.
“I’ve never done this, Jared.” She reached for him, her hands gripping his forearm desperately as she became lost in a world of darkness.
“I know, baby,” he whispered. “Just let go. I’ll take care of you.”
She stilled at the small, almost hidden vein of emotion in his voice that she caught then. Despite the arousal, the absolute pleasure, underlying the dominant satisfaction was…sadness?
“I’m going to pick you up,” he told her a second before he swung her in his arms. “You don’t have to do anything yet, Kimber. Just relax.”
Relax? She was blind and becoming paranoid. His voice was making her crazy. What was that emotion, that hint of something in his tone that sent a shaft of pain piercing her heart?
She gripped his shoulders as he cradled her against his chest and began to walk. She tried to picture the path in her mind, but the turns he made didn’t make sense, unless he was trying to deliberately disorient her.
“Are you going in circles?” She tried to smile, but felt her lips trembling in the attempt.
“Of course.” She heard the smile in his voice. “Where would be the fun in it if you knew where you were?”
He was demanding the complete sacrifice of every shred of control she possessed. And she was giving it to him. That was the part she found truly amazing. She had no qualms in giving it to him, to trusting him to care for her, to protect her.
They stopped moving, and after a pause, she felt him stoop to lay her on the thick comfort of a well-padded mattress. She lay still, listening.
She heard the sounds of him undressing as she shifted against whatever bed she lay on. She wanted him naked, wanted him taking her. She could hear him beside her, but she could feel movement on the other side. A depression to the mattress that made no sense.
“Jared?” She swallowed tightly as she called out to him.
“Yeah, baby.” He answered from the position beside her, just as she had heard him.
She whimpered as she felt hands at the robe. Confident, self-assured, they began to loosen the belt. And it wasn’t Jared.
“Oh God,” she whimpered as the strap loosened and the edges of her robe fell to her side.
Calloused, broad hands lifted her, smoothing the material from her as she shuddered in the grip.
“Easy, Kimber.” It was Jared who smoothed back her hair from her neck, uncovering her breast to another’s gaze.
She was shuddering, trembling from the inside out with reaction. The hands smoothing along her sides were warm, not rough, but firm, demanding. When they covered her br**sts a tremulous cry escaped her lips as her womb convulsed in pleasure.
She knew nothing but sensation. Nothing but touch, sound. Her hands fisted in the sheet beneath her as she arched to the touch, Jared’s name bursting from her lips in a plea for what, she wasn’t certain.
“Damn, you’re pretty, Kimber. The most beautiful sight I’ve seen in my life.” Jared’s voice was filled with adoration as he came down beside her, his hand cupping her jaw, turning her head to him. “I want to see you burn, baby. Burn for me…”
Male hands spread her thighs as Jared’s lips came over hers. She screamed into his kiss as lips, hungry and intent covered the soaked folds of her pu**y.
Kimberly could feel her body shaking, shuddering with pleasure as Jared’s hand spread through her hair, gripping the strands and pulling erotically as his tongue danced around hers.
His kiss fed her arousal, fed the wild, untamed fire that burned low in her belly, sending her rocketing into a place of sensation that she had never known existed. Whoever fed from her cunt, licking, sucking, his tongue spearing inside her to f**k her with shallow lazy strokes, was a master at what he did. But there was no pleasure greater than Jared’s kiss. Then his lips at her br**sts, his tongue stroking her ni**les, teeth rasping them, tugging at the little gold rings that pierced them.
Below, between her spread thighs, invading male fingers pressed into the narrow channel of her anus, lubricating the tight little hole, stretching her with sensual, slow strokes.
Blind, her other senses now took over, becoming more sensitized, clearer than ever before. She lifted her hips, bearing down on the f**king fingers as she screamed against the pleasure shaking her soul.
“Yes, baby,” Jared urged her pleasure higher. “Burn, sweetheart, let me see you burn.”
Her nails bit into his scalp as he sucked at her ni**les until his hands gripped her wrists and slammed them to the mattress. She was restrained, helpless beneath them and she burned.
“Let me come,” she was screaming the demand, arching to the lips sucking erratically at her swollen clit.