by Marie Medina
“So what do you want me to do?”
“A limo will arrive at your door at six. Wear anything you want, but bring an overnight bag. When you get into the limo, there will be a blindfold there. We won’t move until you put it on, and I’ll take you straight home if you take it off.”
“Where will you take me?”
“My home.”
“Would you really turn around and take me home if I took the blindfold off?”
He hesitated. He knew damn well he wouldn’t, but the lilt in her voice told him the scenario excited her. “As hard as it would be, yes, I would.”
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll do it.”
“You’re sure?”
“I want to see you so badly I’ll do anything.”
He smiled. “I’ll hold you to that, my love. This time tomorrow, all will be revealed.”
She let her breath out loudly, and again he heard the need in it. “I’m going to go crazy tomorrow.”
“Go out with your friends.”
“I’d end up telling them, and they’d all freak out and call the cops.”
He understood that. He would do the same in their position. “So why are you coming to me? Why did you let a stranger make love to you tonight?”
“You aren’t a stranger. You know me so well.”
“No, I’m not a stranger, but you still don’t know who I am. I might be a professional liar.”
“You aren’t. I could feel it.” She moaned. “Tell me,” she pleaded with a breathy whisper.
The desire in her moan made him ache. “Are you touching yourself?” he whispered.
“Of course I am. I have been since you answered the phone. I’m wet and want you inside me again.”
“Tell me what you’re doing.” His cock hardened, and he began to stroke it.
“Rubbing my clit.” She took several breaths. “Sliding my fingers into my pussy.”
“Mmmm.” He pulled his cock out of his boxers. “Imagine me licking you, sucking your clit.”
She gasped. “Your mouth felt amazing as you ate my pussy. I can almost feel it just remembering.” She gave a little cry of pleasure that made his cock jump in his hand.
He closed his eyes. Everything was so perfect. He’d wanted to have that kind of effect on her, and now he knew he had. He longed to hold her and kiss her. Soon, he hoped, she would be in his bed and his arms every night. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. You looked so beautiful as I licked and teased you. You tasted so good, my love.” He was ready to come. In a hard, commanding voice, he said, “Make yourself come, Katie. I want to hear you come.”
She cried out seconds later, moaning and sighing. She sounded so sexy. He remembered how good she’d felt when she came, and he achieved orgasm. Hot cum spilled over his hand, and a wave of pleasure washed over him. He groaned loudly. “Oh, Katie. I can’t wait until tomorrow night. I need to feel you close again.”
“I can’t either. I want to be near you. I want to sleep in your arms once we’re both spent.”
His heart swelled at her words. “It may be nearly dawn by then, but I want that too, more than you know. You’ll understand when you know the truth. You’ll see why I’ve done all this.”
“I hope so. I also hope you won’t stop. You’re good at these kinds of games, and I’m loving it.”
“So will I be forgiven for not giving in to your pleas to know who I am?”
“I suppose.” She sighed again. He adored the sound. “It’s still driving me crazy. It’s sexy, yes, but it’s also maddening.”
“The perfect combination.”
“Like us?”
He smiled. “Yes, my love. We need each other. Only people like us understand such complex pleasures, and I look forward to sharing many more with you. We’re going to be perfect together.”
She laughed. “You’ve already convinced me of that.”
“I thought I had. Sleep well. You’ll be in my arms the next time you fall asleep, I swear.”
“I can’t wait.”
She hung up before he could say anything else. He let out a deep breath. At every turn, she reacted as he’d planned. She didn’t even know his name, but her heart knew that she could trust him, that she could love him. He felt her heart opening to him, and he smiled as he anticipated the surprise on her face when she found out her bad boy’s true identity.
Chapter Five
Katie woke up much earlier than she usually did, and she couldn’t go back to sleep. She showered, washed and dried her hair, and packed an overnight bag. That only made her think of him. She fixed coffee and checked her email, which unfortunately didn’t take very long at all. She glanced through her mail from the day before and read a few newspaper articles online. To her disappointment, she only managed to kill forty minutes.
She went for a walk around her block. The brisk autumn air and the light breeze calmed her. She knew she could make it until six. No matter how slowly time passed, eventually she would be with him again.
She sat in the park for ten minutes watching people playing with their children and their dogs. When her thoughts began to drift to very inappropriate avenues, she decided to head back home. She went in and grabbed her bag so she could head to the office. No one would be around, so she could pull out the files on the fundraiser without anyone wondering why she was looking at them. He might have misled her in some ways, but his smile at her mention of the fundraiser convinced her he had really been there. Looking at the volunteers sign up sheet might jog her memory.
She made it downtown quicker than usual, and for once was able to navigate her way across campus without having to dodge students who thought they could make up their own driving rules. She entered the parking deck and slid her car into a space right next to the elevator. She took it up to the street and walked over to her building, nodding to the security guard in the lobby as she went up to her office. A laugh escaped as she headed for the stairs. Taking them would kill more time.
She sat at her desk for a minute straightening things before locking her bag in one of the drawers and retrieving the keys to the filing room. She found the file immediately, and flipped through it until she got to the very back and found the sign up sheet. She read every single name on it, but it didn’t help. Many of the names conjured faces right away. Others left her with a completely blank. She marked all the ones she couldn’t put a face to and went to her computer. She scanned the list again as she waited for her computer to boot up.
Katie logged into the university database and began searching the employee directory. She checked every single name, examining each picture closely, but she still didn’t find a match. She sighed. She would never be able to find the names of any volunteers who hadn’t put their name on the sign up sheet.
She shut her computer down and sat facing the window. The sun spilled onto the carpet in front of her. She pushed her disappointment away. Meeting her mystery man and greeting him by name that night would have been fun. She let memories of his touch take over as she leaned back in her chair. She knew she’d still have fun, if she survived the rest of the boring day without him.
* * * *
Peter had been watching her in the rearview mirror for thirty minutes, and he couldn’t stand not being able to touch her any longer. She had done everything he had told her to do. He’d pulled up in front of her house in a limousine and honked. She had come out with an overnight bag and hopped in the back. Once she was in, she’d immediately put the blindfold on. She’d done it without question or hesitation, and then she had folded her hands in her lap and sat back. He had twisted and turned all around the downtown area to confuse her. Once she’d sighed, and he’d almost pulled the limo over and jumped in the back with her. Making love in the back of the limo would have been fun, but he wanted to get her back to his house.
He pulled into the garage and waited for the door to close completely. He got out and stood by the limo for a few minutes before opening her door. She hadn’t removed her blindfold.
“I like how well you obeyed,” he said.
She turned her head at the sound of his voice. “As much as you like keeping me waiting?”
He got in the backseat with her. He took a second silk blindfold and wrapped it around her wrists, binding them together. He tied her hands to the clothing hook above the window. He went down on his knees and reached under her skirt to pull her panties off. He fingered her and groaned. She was wet enough to take already. “I love keeping you waiting if it gets you this wet.” He ran his finger over her mouth. She licked her lips before taking his finger into her mouth and sucking it. He couldn’t wait for her to wrap those lips around his cock, but right now he wanted to taste her and make her come. He pushed her skirt up and lowered his mouth to her pussy.
She arched and moaned underneath him. Her breathing quickened, and her thighs began to tremble. He held her still as he ran his tongue inside of her. He’d wanted another taste of her all day. He loved how she had gotten so aroused just anticipating his touch. She tasted sweet and musky. He worked his tongue and teeth over her clit until she cried out in bliss. He slid his fingers into her vagina as she reached orgasm. He loved watching her convulse and shake. She squeezed his fingers hard, and he stroked her to heighten her pleasure.
“You’re breathtaking when you come,” he whispered in a husky voice. He let his thumb slide over her clit, and she jerked and sighed. When she licked her lips, he raised his hand to her mouth again. She eagerly sucked three of his fingers. She looked perfect: blindfolded, her wrists bound and his fingers sliding slowly in and out of her mouth.
He pulled his fingers away from between her lips. She leaned her head against her hands, looking sated and lovely. He stroked her cheek with his other hand. “I’m glad you appreciate your own taste. It’s unique and intoxicating.” He leaned up and kissed her lips. He licked both of them slowly and made her sigh. “I knew I would love the taste of your essence as much as I love you.”
He untied her and helped her out of the backseat, then led her into the house. He took his time getting to the bedroom. Watching her proved to be a lot of fun. She had to trust him, and her complete submission made him love her more every second. He’d known he was in love with her the day he realized the depth of his emotional and physical desire for her. He closed and locked the door to his bedroom. Her head tilted when she heard the lock click behind her.
He debated his next move for a few seconds, resting his hands gently on her shoulders. “If the door being locked frightens you, I’ll tell you who I am now. Before you answer, just know that I really want to make love to you like this again. It’s so erotic being with you this way, and once you know who I am, we can never get this feeling back. I love the way you react to me.” He hesitated. “You did say you like these kinds of games. I look forward to a future inventing new ones with you.”
She leaned back against him. “I’ll react the same way when you touch me tomorrow. How could I not?” She rubbed her body against his. “But I like this too. I want to explore with you, but you’re right. We can never get this exact feeling back. I can wait a little longer.” She turned her head and kissed his hand. Then she bit it gently. “Tell me what you want. I’ll obey.”
His cock ached at her words. He pressed her hips closer to make sure she felt his cock against her ass. Her sharp intake of breath made him harder. “Undress for me.”
She unzipped her dress and pulled it off her shoulders. Since she hadn’t worn a bra and her panties lay discarded on the limo floor, she stood before him naked within seconds. She stepped out of her heels and he walked around her slowly, running his fingers lightly over her stomach and breasts. He moved her hair and ran one finger down her spine. He’d never seen a more exquisite woman. Her soft curves begged to be caressed. He kissed the nape of her neck and made her shiver. He loved how sensitive her neck was. He imagined her growing wetter every single time his lips ran over her skin there. He slowly kissed a trail down her spine. He ran his hand over both her ass cheeks and stood up.
“Walk forward three steps.”
She did so.
“There’s a bed there. Put out your hands and bend over it. Spread your legs for me.”
She tentatively reached out and found the footboard. She stretched her hands across it and bent over, spreading her legs and presenting herself to him.
As he watched her, he thought of every time he’d wanted to slap her on the ass, grab her and pull her into a fiery kiss, bend her over a table and fuck her. Having permission to do all those things made him feel virile. He’d held back with every woman he’d ever been with, and it had almost cost him the one woman he could love forever. Weakness and submission were two very different things to him, and he believed she felt the same. Submission wasn’t about force—it was an act of trust and love. Submitting to a lover in the truest sense could be so fulfilling, and he wanted to give her that kind of fulfillment by being the man she would love submitting to. He felt like they were almost there, like she understood him. Over the months they had been apart and he had continued to want her, he had come to believe she would be the perfect mate he longed for. Their first union had been very encouraging. He had never wanted a timid partner. He wanted an independent, intelligent woman who would find satisfaction in submitting to his desires because they were also hers. She was all he’d ever wanted and more, and their union would continue to give them both unspeakable pleasures. He had worried once he would never find a woman who felt exactly as he did, who would want to lead this kind of sensual existence filled equally with both lust and love, but now he had. The power between them could not be denied. He ran a firm hand up her back. “We were made for each other.” He slapped her hard on the ass.
She gasped, and he waited. She tightened her grip on the footboard and leaned toward him enough for him to notice. He slapped her other cheek. He ran his finger over her wet slit, and she moaned. He alternated open-handed smacks on each cheek. Her breasts heaved, and her moans and sighs drove him on.
“I don’t mean to give in to clichés, but you have been a bad girl.” He slapped each cheek again.
“Have I?”
Her breathy voice sent a surge of lust through him. “Yes. You have. Making me fall in love with you through a few glances, a smile, and your sweet laugh—that was the start. Giving into me and my lustful plans was the next step.” He massaged her pussy. She was even wetter than before. “And soon we’ll have the consummation of all my dreams. Our dreams.” He kissed her hair as he said this. She sighed and spread her legs further apart. He began to alternate between spanking each cheek and toying with her pussy. Her arms began to tremble. Her vagina welcomed his fingers each time. He stepped back and stripped. She swayed her hips back and forth as he did this. He grabbed her buttocks and held her fast against his cock.
“You might not want to tease me. You’ve been doing it for far too long.”
“Tell me.”
He slid his cock a few inches into her. Her pussy was hot and more than ready for him. He teased her, never giving her more than a few inches. “I wanted to kiss you the first time I saw you. You were so beautiful. Then I saw you smile and heard you laugh. I’d never felt such a rush of lust before, such instant desire. I saw the playfulness in your eyes, and I began to hope you were the one I had always longed for. I’d given up on finding a woman who would understand my desires completely, who would find fulfillment in submission and enjoy the giving and receiving of pleasure in all its complex beauty. I wanted to pull you into my arms and do far more than kiss you.”
“I wish you had.” She moaned in frustration. “I’ve never heard anything so beautiful.”
Her words gave him joy, but she still had to wait a little longer, though he longed to make her come right then. He pulled out and stepped away from her. “You didn’t really notice me. You’d probably have laughed if I’d tried to kiss you. I wanted to make you notice me and see me as the kind of man who could make you feel this way, the kind of man who cou
ld express himself to you as sensually as I just did. You find it beautiful because it reflects your heart’s desires too. I spent so many months watching you and fantasizing about the day I would see lust and love mingled in your face.”
She arched, his words obviously affecting her. “I wouldn’t have laughed. I love the way you kiss me.”
“You say that now.”
“Tell me more.”
He took a deep breath and made a choice that could either destroy everything or make everything perfect. He let the accent he’d been using drop. His efforts hadn’t changed his voice that much, but hiding the soft inflection he’d picked up from his southern mother had been enough to fool her. He let his cock fill her and began to rock their bodies together in a steady rhythm as he spoke.
“You liked me, but you never really saw me. You looked right through me most of the time. I wasn’t your type. I was quiet and shy and polite. If I’d known what you wanted, I would never have hesitated. I would have gotten you alone much sooner. I would have made love to you like this the first night you agreed to go out with me in January.”
Her head had turned as she listened. She started to raise her hands, but he leaned over her and held them down. He thrust into her as hard as he dared. “Once more,” he whispered. “Just once more.”
He let his lips rest against her ear. “I wanted to take you this way, but when we were together I remained shy and sweet. I didn’t want to scare you away. There’s no easy way to tell a woman you want to spank her or tie her up. That you want to blindfold her or hold her down as you fuck her. I knew I was in love with you, and I didn’t want to do anything wrong. But I did one thing so wrong.”
“You didn’t fuck me like this,” she said with a gasp.
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
He continued pounding into her as she gasped and shook against him. He felt her come. Then, with a blissful whimper, she said, “Peter.”
He leaned into her hair and began to kiss and bite her neck. She came much harder than she had the night before. And she knew exactly who was fucking her. He felt his heart ready to burst with love and longing. “Yes, Katie, yes.” He bit her shoulder a little harder, the need to brand her in some way growing. He felt her pussy tighten as he left his mark, and she bucked back against him to show her approval.
