Translucent (27 page)

“Yes?” he questions with a tilt of his head.

“Yes, Sir,” I reply hastily. I’ve never thought those two words could excite me the way they do, but there’s something about the transference of control to him that drives me wild.

It’s been over a week since I felt him inside me, over a week since I made the decision to willingly surrender my body to his control. Our first time together was like nothing I’ve ever experienced, better than I ever dreamed sex could be, but he claims it was only the beginning, and I’m more than eager to see where he takes me from here.

Madden climbs off of me briefly and grabs something from the drawer in the bedside table. Hovering back over me, he dangles a dark piece of fabric from his fingers and explains, “I’m going to tie this loosely around your eyes.” Alarmed, my eyes grow wide with his words. Reaching out with his other hand, he gently caresses my cheek. “Calm down, Blake. I promise I won’t hurt you whatsoever. The blindfold will intensify all of your other senses, especially touch. I promise you; you’re going to love it.”

“I-I don’t know,” I mumble, afraid I’ll freak out once it’s tied on.

“Your hands will be completely free, so at any point you want to remove it, you can, and I won’t fold it over, so only one layer of the cloth will cover your eyes; it won’t be completely dark. Please trust me, sweet girl.” The fondness and affection in his eyes speaks directly to me, and I find myself agreeing to his request.

“Okay. I’ll try it for you.”

He leans down to kiss me gently. “Not only for me, but for you too. For us.”

Us
. The word echoes in my ears as I lift my head off the pillow, allowing him access to tie the cloth around my eyes. As promised, he secures the blindfold tightly enough to where it won’t fall off, but loose enough to where I don’t feel entirely constricted. A small amount of light permeates through the translucent material, but it’s diffused so that nothing else is visible through it.

“Does that feel okay?” he asks as he strokes my hair.

“Yes, Sir.” My pulse quickens and I nod my head, anticipation and excitement replacing apprehension and trepidation. I can’t believe I’m doing this.

“Good. Trust me,” he whispers wickedly into my ear. The warm breath of air feathers over the delicate skin of my neck, and the pinball of sensual pleasure begins to bounce around inside my body. Without my sight, the other senses swing into overdrive, and I can feel a profound shift in the air surrounding us. Using the tip of his tongue, Madden makes swirling motions down the length of my neck as his hands softly massage my breasts. Instinctively, I lift my arms above my head and hold onto the headboard, granting him total access to my body.

“That’s my girl,” he encourages me. “Go with what you feel.”

The bed dips as he shifts his weight, no longer straddling my hips, but instead, sitting next to me on the bed. The sound of the drawer opening and closing causes my body to tense up momentarily, but he quickly brings his face close to mine. He rubs his nose up and down the outer shell of my ear and whispers soothingly, “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

A shiver runs down my spine as a soft, delicate object brushes across my ear and neck, replacing his steamy breath. He slides it across my cheek and under my nose, and its lack of odor doesn’t give any clue as to what it is. He wiggles it slightly, and the wispiness tickles the tip of my nose.
A feather!
Once I realize what he’s using to stimulate my body, I relax, forgetting my hesitations about being blindfolded and succumbing to the myriad of sensations coursing through my body.

Madden slides the feather down my sternum to the underside of my breasts, circling each mound before moving the silky object over my nipples. Each bud swells and hardens under the light caressing, and my back naturally arches, pressing my chest into the touch. The feather then descends down my abdomen, tracing down my ribcage and across my hipbone to my parted thighs. Gliding the fine tendrils down the sensitive skin of one inner thigh, and then back up again, he stops directly before it comes in contact with my already-slick lower lips, and changes legs to repeat the same erotically tantalizing treatment.

Placing his strong hand under my hip, he coaxes me to roll over onto my belly. The mixture of his cologne and shampoo lingers on the pillowcase, and I inhale deeply, allowing the delicious scents to flood my nostrils. He then drags the feather in a swirling pattern down my spine to the small of my back, circling my ass with the soft tip and outlining each cheek before skimming it slowly down between them. I lift my hips into the air, craving the sensation on my exposed pussy as a tinge of naughty delight surges through me, aware of the view I’m giving him. The feather dips down to brush across my bare lips, the silky sensation enflaming an intense inferno of lust deep in my center.

“Oh, please…” I moan greedily.

“You like that?” he asks as he strokes my aching sex several more times.

“Yes, Sir,” I reply, purring with pleasure.

He withdraws the feather and gently taps my ass with his hand, indicating I need to lie down flat. The light tickling sensation begins again on my upper thigh as the feather slithers down the back of my leg, lingering at the sensitive skin directly behind my knee, and ending at my heel before moving to the other leg and following the same trail.

The bed dips again with his weight as he repositions himself by my feet. Taking my foot in his hand, he lifts it to his mouth and leaves a trail of kisses from my ankle to my toes. He massages the arch of my foot with his fingers as he presses his lips to skin, and when his tongue darts out of his mouth, sweeping across the tip of my toes, a surprised shriek flies from my lips.

Before I can oppose what I think he’s about to do, Madden draws my pinky toe in- between his lips and sucks lightly. “Oh my God,” I mutter into the pillow, the carnal pleasure of the act suffocating any embarrassment I may feel from having him taste my toes. For several minutes, he indulges me with the zealous fervor of his mouth and the graceful movement of his velvety tongue around my toes. Giving all ten digits an equal amount of attention, I swear I can feel the tugging from his sucking lips inside my pussy.

He rests my leg back down on the sheets and slides his hand under my stomach, rolling me back over to my original position. In one fluid motion, he slightly spreads my thighs and settles between them. With his sultry tongue, he traces along my inner thigh, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake as he gradually treks his way up to my throbbing core. Halting just before he reaches my smooth, slick lips, he exhales a breath of hot air at my apex, and my inner walls clench in response. Moving his mouth to my other leg, he kisses and nibbles his way up my thigh until his lips hover inches away from my pussy, purposefully puffing another draft of warm air against my shivering skin.

“Madden,” I groan, “please.”

Teasing me, he drags his warm, wet tongue up the right edge of my mound, tracing the perimeter of my labia, and then runs it lazily up the other side, bringing it torturously close to where I want it. With measured sluggishness, he swipes it directly through the center, from bottom to top and back down again, effortlessly separating my flaming folds with his blazing tongue. A guttural mewl resonates deep in my throat as he tantalizingly sweeps the slick, talented probe along my lips before drawing each one into his mouth, sucking and nipping them separately and then together.

He moves his focus up to my pulsating clit, swollen and hard, begging to be touched. He flicks his tongue lightly across it before pulling it in-between his teeth and sucking forcefully. Bringing me to the brink of an orgasm nearly immediately, my hips writhe furiously underneath him as I prepare to welcome my release. Suddenly, he pulls his mouth from my pussy, leaving me hanging by a fragile thread.

My sense of sound picks up on the rustling of foil, followed by a few seconds of silence, and then the sudden gratification of his cock slamming into my drenched core. I cry out his name again as I hold on tightly to the headboard, my walls stretching to accommodate his rock-hard cock. He plunges his rigid rod into me until he’s completely submerged in my scorching wetness, and then pulls back until only the tip is still concealed in my folds. Another long, smooth stroke of his hips and he’s buried inside again as he begins a steady rhythm of thrusts in and out of me, propelling me higher and higher into sexual bliss. His cock feels incredible, a throbbing, stiff shaft of pure masculinity gliding in and out of me, feeding my insatiable desire for him. Spreading my legs even further, I draw them up to my chest, urging him to drive as deep into me as physically possible. I can’t get enough.

“I’m going to explode. Please, Sir, say the words,” I beg through my panted breaths.

“Not yet,” he warns as he withdraws his cock from my body.

“Nooo,” I wail, desperate to unravel the tightly wound knot of sexual tension built up inside of me.

His mouth crashes onto my pussy, kissing, sucking, lapping, and slurping, not missing a single inch of flesh before his tongue dips into my slit. Then, as quickly as he pulled out moments ago, his shaft thrusts back into me, resuming the tempo from before. Alternating between his cock and his mouth, fucking me and then licking me, he decadently torments my mind and body as he brings me close to release and then forces a retreat. Frustrated, I remove my hands from the headboard and grab his shoulders, digging my nails into the taut muscles. Grumbling, he pauses his movement, grabs both of my wrists in his hands, and pins them above my head.

Unable to neither see nor use my hands as Madden’s cock strokes in and out of me, I ascend up the mountain again, growing closer and closer to the point of no return; I’m trapped in the vortex of sensation surging around my sweltering core.

“Now, sweet girl. Come for me,” he commands hoarsely. And I obey.

Every muscle in my body tightens, my neck tilts back further into the pillow, my mouth falls open in a silent scream, and I surrender to the over-powering need to let it all go. The orgasm claims my body, crashing through me with an exquisite eruption of ecstasy as I soar in unadulterated freedom. My eyes scrunch shut behind the blindfold and I attempt to lift my arms, but his hands keep them firmly in place. I arch my back and buck my hips upwards as my pussy walls clench tightly around his erection, immersing him in my scorching juices as he plunges deeper inside. My center quivers and quakes for several minutes as wave after wave of carnal exhilaration rolls through me, my mind flying freely through endless euphoria.

“Fuck,” he moans huskily.

Madden continues to fuck me with a newfound urgency, pounding into my still-pulsating core. He threads his fingers through mine, still keeping my hands above my head as he increases his pace. Breathing heavily, he hammers me harder and harder, not holding anything back. I tilt my hips and press myself forward to meet his thrusts, silently telling him I eagerly want everything he has to give. He moans as he repeatedly slams into me, drops of sweat dripping from his body onto mine, and I can sense he’s close. I want him to come hard, to experience the same thing I did minutes ago.

Several more strokes and he plunges hard into me, his body tightening as he emits a loud feral growl. Holding himself steady, his cock twitches and pulsates inside me, his release finally achieved. For several moments, neither of us moves nor says a word. Eventually, he slides out of me and releases my hands, rolling onto his side. Lifting the blindfold, his glossed over blue eyes greet me along with a lazy smile.

“Hi, sweet girl,” he drawls out languidly, brushing my wild, sweaty hair from my face. He leans over and kisses me passionately, expressing his gratitude for my willingness to try something new.

“Hi, Sir,” I whisper playfully as our mouths part.

“It’s Madden now,” he corrects me, wrapping his arms around my middle and pulling me even closer to him, making me feel cherished and treasured.

Snugly pressed against him, I lay in disbelief of what just happened. He kept me blind, he kept me bound, and in doing so, he set me free.

Free to feel.

Free to not think.

Free to just be.

He made me forget everything and everyone else in the world, past and present, and nothing mattered except him and me…nothing but
us.

T
UESDAY
MORNING
, M
ADDEN
drops me off at home on his way to the office as promised. Needless to say, after last night, I’m more than thrilled he insisted I go back to his house with him one more night, as I’m still floating around weightlessly like the feather he used to seduce me with.

Aware of the amount of work he’s missed because of me, as well as the mounting issues with his brother, when he drops me off, I insist he spends the next several days getting caught up with everything, no matter how badly I know I’ll miss him. I can only imagine how far behind I’m going to be when I finally return to my office tomorrow, if Jae hasn’t booted me from the project already. I’m going to need a few days to be brought up to speed as well.