“Hold on a sec.” I hurried to open some drawers to see what I had on hand. When I found some old scarves I used to fasten things, I turned back. “Why don’t we start with these?”
“What on earth would we do with that?” she asked.
“Close your eyes.”
She hesitated, but then closed them. I looked for the softest one and found a blue silk scarf. I covered her eyes and she lifted her head so I could reach back and tie it behind her.
Having her eyes covered helped steel me for my next step. If she were watching me with those fiery eyes, I might have relented on my plan—to just bend her over the end of the sofa and take her from behind right then.
Her lips parted and I bent down to cover them with my own. “Relax.” When I saw her exhale, I said, “Trust me.”
Maya
I’d never been blindfolded before other than playing Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Whenever a past lover had suggested it, I flat-out said no. It involved a level of trust that I simply did not feel for them. But when Tristan did it, my hesitation was only momentary.
The silk felt cool and satiny on my skin. And the sensation of being blindfolded heightened all my other senses.My God, this was intense.
Every nerve in my body was alert, wondering and waiting to see what he’d do next.
His footsteps softened. He was walking away. Where was he going?
My question was answered when I heard music fill the room. Someone crooning, “You never really know” in a rich, seductive voice. I wondered who was singing and wanted to ask, but my anticipation for what would happen next drowned out my curiosity.
His breath on my wrist preceded his lips as he kissed me there. He then raised my hand and something cottony entwined my wrist.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“Shh. Just wait. If something bothers you too much, just tell me to stop.”
His lips moved up my arm to my neck. My body heated up so quickly. Just the anticipation of his next move set my skin on fire.
“You’re wearing the amulet.”
“Uh-huh. I love it.”
His lips moved down above my breasts. I felt his fingers playing with my buttons. I’d purposely left the top one undone to give a hint of skin while leaving something to the imagination.
When he unfastened the first button, I exhaled, unaware that I’d been holding my breath. He kissed me where he had uncovered the skin and moved on to the next button. When he unfastened that button and kissed me there, my body hungrily anticipated the next button as he moved down the front of my body.
Oh, this was sweet, slow torture.
By the time he reached my navel, I was writhing in anticipation beneath him. Then his warm breath was over my panties.
I swore I could come just like that. That’s how ready I was. Waiting for more.
Is he going to continue this sweet torment with the rest of my clothing? Damn, why didn’t I go commando tonight?
His lips were on my inner thighs as he unfastened the last two buttons and I was fully aware that my body was rising, heaving, desperate to meet him.
My dress fully open now, I lay there blindfolded in just my royal-blue lace bra and panties. When he whispered, “Stunning,” I was glad I chose to wear undergarments after all.
“Scoot up for a sec. I want to get this dress off you.”
I did what I was told and he pulled the dress off my arms and out from under me.
“I want to ravish you right now,” he said.
“Then do it,” I pleaded.
“No. Wait. Trust me. It’ll be worth it.”
He reached behind me and unfastened my bra, pulling it off me. I heard a low groan deep in his throat. Then his fingers inched inside the waistline of my panties and he pulled them down. I raised my hips to aid him and then lay back down, aware I was fully naked and blindfolded.
The song ended, replaced by another with a mounting tempo. I recognized it. The Hunter’s Prelude from the Bram Stoker’s Dracula soundtrack. As the tempo rose, my anticipation rose as well. What was he going to do next?
My question was soon answered when he took my already bound wrist and lifted the other. He tied them together above my head and let them rest behind me on the end of the sofa.
Oh God, he’s tying me up. Blindfolded. Tied up. Never done this before. The wait is agony.
Then Tristan’s mouth was on my index finger, sucking it in and out. His tongue flicked over my finger, filling me with anticipation. And then with one last suck, he moved away.
His kisses moved down my arms, then to my thighs. Down, down he kissed along my legs. Down to my ankles. I knew what was coming next. Another scarf.
As if reading my mind, he said, “I’m leaving your legs untied this time. I want them spread open.” He eased my legs apart. “Wider. I want to see all of you.”
Being so naked and so appraised while I couldn’t see any of it had me panting again.
Something light tickled my ankle. What was it? It moved up my leg, leaving a trail of sensation in its wake. Was it a feather?
Yes, it had to be. He brushed me with it, up, up, up to my breasts. Over them. My nipples hardened, reaching out for him. And then his tongue was licking and suckling one, while his hand caressed my other breast. He moved his mouth to the other breast while I barely breathed, so caught up in my longing.
“Hold on,” he whispered.
“No!” My body screamed, Don’t go now!
After a few agonizing seconds, I heard a scratchy sort of noise and then smelled the sulfur of a match.
“It’s okay. I’m just lighting a candle,” he said.
“For what?”
“Candlelight. And maybe—you.”
“Oh. Are you going to…”
“Do you want me to?”
A part of me screamed no. Flame. Pain. No way.
Another part, the part of me that was already consumed by fire at this point, took over. I nodded.
“What was that?” Tristan teased.
“Ye-yes.”
“Are you ready?”
I braced myself for heat, pain. But where?
Heat concentrated in my inner thighs as I felt the flame move closer.
Put it out!
No, wait. Wait for it. See what happens.
In the next second, pain scorched my inner thigh for one instantaneous moment. And then the other one. The intensity of the sensation was underscored by the music pummeling all around us.
“Oww,” I cried out.
The candle wax must have hardened instantly because Tristan pulled it off my skin. The pain was instantly replaced by coolness. A water bottle? And then warm, soft lips.
Holy crap, this is too much. I’m going to explode any second.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”
“Uh-huh,” I managed to squeak out and nodded.
The next song was Paralyzer, one I recognized from the club, the night I met Tristan.
“This song played the moment I fell for you.”
“Oh.” I sighed.
“I’m going to put something on you now. Something warm. Spread your legs.”
“What is it?” I asked, already burning with longing down there.
“Just a tasty little potion. Don’t worry, you’ll like it.”
The potion felt cool when he poured it onto me and I squealed. But then his breath only an inch away warmed it up.
Oh this was heaven. Exquisite torture and heaven all at once.
And then finally, his tongue was on me. I wanted to reach down and feel his hair, but my wrists were tied.
The muscles in my thighs tightened as my excitement rose. He tortured and rewarded me with his artful tongue and then entered me with skillful fingers.
And then his fingers were replaced by something bigger and firmer. I heard the vibrations the moment before I felt it inside me. He played with me so artfully, as if he knew exactly what my body needed next.
It didn’t take long for the t
empo to rise and I lifted my lower body to get closer, closer still, before I exploded all around him in blissful release. Incoherent words mingled with moans escaped from my lips.
I heard fabric rustling and pictured him undressing.
“Hurry,” I managed to say.
“Okay, babe. One sec.”
The seconds I waited while he ripped open a package and put on a condom were agonizing. When I finally felt the head of his cock tease me, I said, “Now. Please. Now.”
I was so wet that he eased right inside me, despite me tightening reflexively around him. His thick cock filled me so much I could barely take it.
But I wanted it. More of it. So I rose against him and met each one of his thrusts. The friction intensified and I climbed, climbed—but then he stopped.
“Not yet, babe. I’m going to come too quickly like this. You feel too good. But I want to do something else first.”
He managed to turn me around while I was still bound and blindfolded, so I was now headfirst over the armrest of the sofa. He untied me so I now had free use of my hands, which I quickly realized I needed to use as he slammed into me from behind, pushing me so hard that I grabbed onto the armrest and braced myself for more.
From this angle, the penetration was so intense. He held on to my shoulders for leverage, which also kept me from falling over the edge. Each time his cock rammed into me, I screamed out.
I could feel the heat rise within me again with the increasing friction. The orgasm that was building threatened to overcome me. Each time he pummeled into me shot me closer to my peak. When it I reached it, it was so intense that I fell spent over the armrest. Tristan pulled me back up, grasping my shoulders and pumped me so hard that I knew he was about to come. His cock throbbed deep inside me as he slammed against me a few more times. Then he kissed my shoulder and lightly bit it, and collapsed over the armrest with me.
“Holy shit,” I said.
“That was incredible.”
We maneuvered into upright positions on the sofa and Tristan took the blindfold off me.
“I’ve never done that before,” I admitted, fingering the blue silk.
“Did you like it?”
“What do you think?”
“You seemed mighty interested.”
A naughty vixen hiding inside me took over. “Next time it’s my turn to play with you.” I ran the scarf over his eyes to make my meaning clear.
When I heard Tristan’s quick inhale, I said, “I take that as a yes.”
At work the next day, I’m sure a really sappy smile spread across my face because the guys at the firehouse gave me shit about my mood. I had been replaying the more magical moments from my hot night with Tristan and the blue scarf.
“Someone’s really chipper this morning,” one of the junior guys said.
“I know that smile. Someone got laid last night,” Rick Muller said in a sing-songy voice.
A confirmed bachelor in his late twenties, he tried to steer any conversation we had to sex. Luckily, he was attracted to a very different type of girl so I never had to worry about him making any advances. But if there was an Irish girl, especially with red hair and green eyes, she would have to fight pretty hard to keep him away. Nike with her dark auburn hair had to set him straight once or twice. I wouldn’t exactly say Rick and I were friends, but we had developed a sort of brother-sister, friendly-competitive banter that made the countless hours working together more entertaining.
I’d worked with Rick forever. Okay, maybe it was just a few years. But when you spend that much time working with a person in close quarters, you get to know each other pretty quickly.
“Shut up, butt crust,” I said. For some reason, most of our terms of endearments for each other involved the very mature use of the word butt. “I can’t be happy about something without you thinking it’s related to sex?”
“Can you deny it, butt munch?” he asked.
I bit my lower lip while I thought of a comeback. Coming up short, I threw my water bottle at him instead.
He caught it and said, “Busted.” Then he threw the bottle back and asked, “So, who’s the guy?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know? I’m not telling you anything.”
“Man, I wish Nike was here. I usually could get something out of one of you if I bugged you long enough.”
“Yeah, I bet that’s the only reason you wish she was here.”
“She’s hot. I’m not going to deny it.”
“And she’s long gone.”
Yeah, I wished Nike was there too. Now I was the only female in the firehouse. Which meant I had to bear the full brunt of working with a bunch of bored, nosy guys.
“So what’s the deal with this guy?”
“Drop it or I won’t cover your shift on Thanksgiving.”
“Hey, I have my plane ticket already. You wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t I?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Easy. All right, I’ll let it go.”
Tristan
The next few days with Maya were incredible. Who knew that my work could actually be fun? Maya listened in fascination as I showed her a cleansing ritual we should start with each time we tried to focus on working together. We were both determined to understand the reason for our connection. She asked questions about the different color candles and what they were for. She asked to peek into the jars I’d filled with items for my potions.
“Let me guess what’s in here—‘eyes of newt and toes of frog’?”
“Very funny. Yes, and I say ‘double double toil and trouble’ as I stir my cauldron.”
“Just teasing, babe. You know I’m fascinated about this stuff. Ooh, what’s this, spices?” She opened the jars to sniff them. “Mmm, cinnamon. Sage?”
I nodded.
“Lavender. And this, I don’t know.”
“Guarana. From Brazil. Be careful with that—it has double the amount of caffeine as coffee.”
She moved on to other jars. “Snakeskin. And some kind of bird feathers.”
Maya was intrigued by all the items I’d collected—they were novel to her, but part of everyday life for me. Seeing her examine the contents enchanted me, had me see my work in a new light.
Was this what people meant when they spoke of seeing things through the eyes of a child?
We tried various spells and potions, both for fun and to see what we could do with my condition.
We took frequent breaks to play around getting to know each other—especially in the bedroom. I’d never had a relationship like this with a woman before. With someone as uninhibited as Maya, I found our time intoxicating. We worked together, laughed together, and then spent the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies. She fascinated me to no end.
I spent Thanksgiving with my family while Maya worked. She came over after her shift, wearing a pinkish-red wig and leather catsuit.
“Bloody hell, Maya. What are you doing to me?”
“What?” she asked innocently. “You don’t like my outfit?”
“That’s the problem. I like it a little too much. Why are you wearing that anyway?”
“I thought we’d go on a little experiment outdoors tonight. Down to the graveyard.”
Puzzled, I asked. “And this outfit is necessary how?”
“I love reruns of the show Alias. And the outfit she wore is so hot. This seems like a perfect opportunity to wear this outfit and perform some reconnaissance.”
“Reconnaissance? With a pink wig? In a graveyard?”
“Don’t spoil the fun, Tristan,” she said. “Lead us on a cleansing ritual and we’ll head on down there.”
“It will be hard to focus with you in that skintight outfit.”
“Then close your eyes.”
“Trust me, I’ll still be thinking of it.”
She smiled decadently. “Tell you what. If you can focus on what we’re doing, I’ll make it worth your while. You take this outfit off me later. And do whatever you want. Wherever
you want.”
“I’m focusing, I’m focusing,” I said. “Just promise to leave the wig on later.”
“I promise.”
Maya
“So what are we going to do here?” Tristan asked, once we reached the graveyard.
“You asked me if I felt anything in here. You see things in here. We should do something with that.”
“Okay,” he said. The look on his face turned aghast as he looked around. “Do you see them? They’re all over tonight!”
I looked around the graveyard but didn’t see anything other than neglected tombstones.
“No, Tristan, I don’t,” I whispered. “It’s okay. Stay calm. Stay focused. They’re not going to hurt you.”
“Shadows. Everywhere. Lurking through the stones!”
“Tristan. Look at me. Not them. Look at my light. Okay, good. Now close your eyes. Hold my hands. Focus. Breathe.”
When I thought his terror had subsided, I said, “Open them now.”
He looked around. “They’re gone.”
“Hmm.”
“This happened the last time we were here. I looked at you and the darkness disappeared.”
“Ah. So we know what happens,” I said. “But why?”
“And what can we do with it?”
Neither one of us had answers. After several moments, I said, “Let’s think about that later. Right now I’m thinking about the first time we came here, the first time we kissed.”
“Happiest moment I can remember.”
“Hottest moment too.” I pressed up against him in my catsuit and kissed him.
A low moan escaped his lips and he pulled me closer. He ran his hands down my back and over my ass, cupping the cheeks.
“God, I love these things,” he said, squeezing them.
“It feels good, you doing that,” I murmured. “Let’s move over there where it’s dark, behind that tree.” I nodded to the back of the graveyard.
“What do you have in mind, my naughty little vixen?”
“Shhh. Just come along.”
I led him behind the tree and kissed him again as I ran my hands down the front of his body, feeling his muscles tighten as I moved. When I cupped his cock, he was already so erect I didn’t know how he could stay in those jeans much longer.
I slid down the front of his body, kissing his torso until I kneeled in front of him. I unbuttoned the top button of his pants and undid the zipper, sliding my hand inside to grasp him.
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