Feather Light (Knead Me)

by Lorenz Font

  “Matsuhisa of Beverly Hills.”

  “Now it’s my turn to give you pleasure.”

  “But you have given me pleasure.”

  “Give me the key to the cuffs, and not a word from you. All you have to remember is your safeword.”

  “It’s on top of the nightstand, next to the condom.” She watched while he retrieved the key. “Can I ask a question?”

  “Sure.”

  “What do you expect from me at this moment?”

  Parker smiled, seeming to understand her hesitation. “I expect you to do what I say so that I can do my thing. It’s important for me to know that you’re enjoying yourself within the boundaries of our exploits here. I’ll lead, and you’ll follow.”

  “Okay,” she said.

  “And remember, no questions. You only speak if you’re uncomfortable with my commands. This is all about us having fun together.”

  It sounded like a promise.

  After Parker released her binding, he gave her wrists a brief massage, kissing the spot where the cuffs had held her. Kelly wanted to burst into tears. His gentleness was so overwhelming, but the last time she’d cried had ended in disaster, so she reined in her emotions.

  He slid out of bed and scooped her up as if she weighed nothing. Kelly wound her arms around his neck.

  “Where are you taking me?” she asked.

  “I don’t want you to speak until I say you can.”

  Kelly remembered what he’d said. So she clamped her mouth shut and let him take her to the heaven he’d promised.

  Parker carried her with confidence toward the bathroom and kicked the door open with his foot, depositing her on the bathroom counter while he felt his way back to the shower. He turned on the nozzle and tested the water until he was satisfied with the temperature.

  “Come here,” he commanded, reaching for her hand.

  Kelly jumped down from the counter and almost skipped to him, unable to contain her excitement. Thank God he couldn’t see her or else he might think her girlish. Placing her hand in his, she let him lead her inside the shower. Parker grinned when she wrapped her arms around his waist while they enjoyed the warm spray of water overhead. The mist swirling around them was a deliberate invitation, but she had to wait for him to tell her what he wanted.

  He drew her closer to him as the invigorating water caressed their skin. Parker filled his hand with liquid bath gel and began lathering her chest, his hands working their magic until he reached her legs, where he took great care rubbing her feet, one at a time. Then he began rinsing her, lingering between her thighs and leaving her helpless, whimpering, and wanting more.

  He straightened, his body rubbing against hers. “Your skin feels like velvet. I could touch you forever,” he murmured.

  Seeming satisfied with the rinse job, he pushed her against the tiles and caressed the contours of her body as his mouth closed in.

  The only thing Kelly could do to keep from screaming was to run her fingers through his hair, clutching with impatience. All she wanted was him inside her. He continued to stroke her nub and toyed with her taut breasts, igniting the desire in her veins.

  Afterward, Parker lifted her until their faces were touching. She hitched her legs around his waist and thrilled at the feel of her body pressed against his. It was enough to shatter her waning self-control.

  “I’m dying to make love to you,” he said, followed by a soft sigh.

  She wanted to answer, but remembered his order. He nibbled on her earlobe, eliciting another long shudder from her. He trailed tender, little kisses along her neck. Kelly arched backward to accommodate him while he explored and ground her body against his, slow and deliberate. This earned her a rumble deep from within his chest. His guttural voice was enough to unravel her.

  “You want me to take you now?” Parker asked, as if reading her mind.

  Kelly grabbed his hair in response and willed him to focus his mouth on hers. They kissed with hunger and impatience, with his erection punching her skin, tight and hard. She ached to touch him. Instead, she buried her fingers in his wet hair. Water cascaded around them while their kiss grew more intense. When they pulled apart, he set her back on her feet and turned off the water.

  “Come with me.” Parker took her hand, and they stepped out of the shower. Still dripping wet, he led her over to the toilet and lowered the lid. “Sit on me.”

  Kelly no longer had any inhibitions. She gingerly sat on top of him, allowing his weapon to enter her. And then she jumped.

  “We’re not protected.”

  Parker groaned in frustration. “You have ten seconds to get it before this rocket takes off.”

  Kelly sprinted back to the bedroom, her boobs bouncing around and water trickling to the floor as she went. She returned within the allotted ten seconds, ripping the foil and pressing it into his hand.

  “Good girl. Now arm the missile.” Parker smiled in a mischievous way and handed the condom back to her.

  “Yes, sir.”

  She worked with fevered speed, gripping his erection and securing the rubber in one fluid motion. His groan made her smile.

  “Sit on me,” he ordered.

  This time, he held her by the waist with her back resting against his stomach. Parker guided his cock to her entrance, and then held back while her walls adjusted to the intrusion. She hissed, feeling pain intermingled with pleasure. When he filled her, he moved her hips in a grinding motion, making sure she felt him inside her. Kelly moaned and dug her fingers into his thighs.

  “Go ahead. You can touch me.”

  The order was what she’d been waiting for. Raring to go, she bent forward and slid her hands down to the base of his penis to stroke his balls. He shivered with undisguised satisfaction and rained kisses on the back of her neck, pushing her closer to the edge. As if he knew she was close to reaching her peak, he gripped her waist tighter and pumped harder. The exquisite sound they created together was a lovely music she’d never forget. Their bodies pounded as one in rhythmic synchronicity—in tune with each other.

  “Scream for me, Ann. Come!” It was as if her body was already trained to respond to his command; she clenched, her walls tightened, and she burst into ecstasy with a scream. Parker kept pounding into her for several moments before he grunted and convulsed as his release gushed out, his fingers digging into her skin. Kelly kept twisting and moving her hips in circles until he relaxed and wrapped his arms around her.

  “Sweet …” he murmured.

  Kelly rested her back against his chest, and they stayed that way for some time before either one of them gathered the strength to move.

  “Thank you, Parker.” Satisfied, she closed her eyes.

  After they’d cleaned up, they went back to bed, content to hold each other. Kelly rested her head on his chest, loving the feel of his strong arms around her.

  “How did you know?” he asked several minutes later.

  She propped her chin on Parker’s chest. “I had no idea, at first, but I kept thinking about it the entire time we were together that night. After you left, my curiosity won, and I scoured the Internet for answers. I read a particular article from one of your ex … um … a past girlfriend.”

  His jaw muscles clenched. “And how do you feel about it?”

  Parker traced his fingers along her back, and she arched her body in response to his gentle touch, feeling the heat rising in her once more.

  “I’m not sure. It’s different. I don’t know that much about it, but I want to be with you, so I’m willing to give it a try if you’re willing to show me. I had no idea how my body would respond. It was amazing. Was it too silly, Parker? Were you disappointed?” Kelly thumbed his nipple until he moaned.

  “Don’t tease me. I don’t tire easily.” He smiled, and then turned to watch her, his eyes moving, searching. “It’s not for everyone, this lifestyle, but there’s no need to doubt yourself. It shows your daring personality and need to please. I find that endearing, and I’m touched
by your effort. I’ll let you be who you are, because no two couples practice this way of life the same way. We’ll learn from each other and find ‘our style’ together.”

  Kelly couldn’t answer. He was talking as if he wanted her for the long haul. Although she’d enjoyed every minute of it, she still wondered if she had what it took to be the designated follower. She wanted to be, if it meant being with him, but she was still unsure.

  “Am I going to see you again?” Parker asked.

  “I can’t make promises, but I’ll call you when I’m in town. You have my number, so anytime you want to talk to me, just leave me a voicemail, and I’ll call you back as soon as I can.”

  His expression soured for a moment before he smiled again. “I guess I’ll just have to wait for your call, then.”

  She leaned forward and captured his mouth with hers.

  “I promise I’ll call.”

  Parker fell asleep right after, but rest didn’t come so quickly for her. While she lay beside him, she couldn’t help feeling guilty for hiding her identity from him. There was no doubt the man fascinated her. He’d been gentle, despite the control he’d exhibited in the bedroom, but there was something about his tender touch and unspoken sentiments that made her want to know more. It made Kelly wonder if it were possible to trust another man again.

  As strange as it seemed, her vow to stay away from any type of relationship had been disregarded after their first night together. With her chaotic life, she needed order, and in Parker’s arms, she felt secure and peaceful. When she was with him, she forgot the misery of being alone, of being lost and afraid. Granted, this was only their third meeting, but Parker, in his own way, had given her a glimpse of how life could still be normal and safe. Celebrity life gave her all the glitter and wealth any woman could ever ask for, but it also placed her up on a lofty pedestal where she felt the need to hide her misery and tears. The cameras only saw her smile, not her true feelings; those she kept hidden from judgment.

  She’d be a hypocrite if she denied that she enjoyed her celebrity status, but the glitz and glamour came at a price. Existing under a microscope left a lot to be desired. All Kelly longed for now was a moment of peace from time to time. It wasn’t too much to ask. This night with Parker had been heaven, but how long could it last? The very minute the media found out about him, he’d be under that microscope with her, guarding his every move and watching every word that came out of his mouth. Would he still want to be with her after discovering what she had to offer? Would he choose another woman over her just like Matthew had?

  Kelly snuggled closer to Parker, fearing the time when he’d tell her that he couldn’t handle being with her. Closing her eyes, she wished for the courage to let him in and reveal her true identity. She hoped he would still look at her the same way after realizing his quiet life would soon be over.

  Sleep came fast, but within a few hours, Parker woke up with the urge for release, his dreams of Ann fueling the fire once again. Still wrapped around her like a blanket, he trailed his fingers along her body. Ann mumbled incoherent words while his hands explored every glorious arc of her body. She was perfect—too perfect.

  He wasn’t one to subject himself to crippling doubts, but the woman lying next to him raised some questions that he couldn’t ignore. What was she doing with a man like him when she could have anyone she wanted? Even without the benefit of sight, she felt beautiful to him. Her curves said as much, and her ample breasts told him the same thing. Her skin felt like expensive velvet beneath his fingers, and her scent was to die for. Was he just a novelty for her? Someone she wanted at the moment and would later grow tired of, just like Rebecca had? He gritted his teeth at the thought. God, his questions would kill him.

  Parker had never been a pussy, but this woman was making him less confident than usual. He wanted her—there was no doubt about it. But what he wanted was to know how she felt about him, the man, and not the persona that the press portrayed or the stigma associated with his blindness.

  “Parker?” Ann mumbled, soundly sleepy.

  “Yeah?” He traced his fingertips along her face without knowing what he was searching for.

  “What are you thinking?”

  He dithered, unsure of how to answer. “I’m just thinking about how I can see you more often. I don’t think this ‘once every two weeks or so’ is going to work for me.”

  “I’m sorry, but my schedule is a little tight. Would a phone call every day work?”

  Parker sighed. Since when had he turned into a Needy Nancy? “I’ll take what I can get.”

  “Can I ask you one favor?” Ann lifted her face closer, and he could almost see its contours.

  “Sure.”

  “Can you make love to me again?”

  He smiled and felt the jackhammer in him come alive. “You don’t even have to ask twice.”

  Chapter 8

  When Parker awoke, he had no idea of the time. The room was bathed in light as far as he could see. If his guess was correct, sunlight was streaming in through the glass doors that led straight to the beach. The steady sound of lapping waves and crying seagulls was a nice change from the usual sound of kids riding their bikes in his neighborhood. His three-bedroom townhouse sat in a convenient but busy enclave. Its proximity to the supermarket, dry-cleaners, theater, and bank made it easy for him to live independently.

  He had no idea where his clothes were—they could be anywhere in the room. Then he remembered he had left them in the bathroom when he’d showered. Parker wanted to get up to check his phone for messages, and maybe check the time, too. By the intensity of the light coming from the windows, it had to be around ten or eleven. His stomach growled, establishing the fact that his guess was most likely accurate. He tried to move, but Ann’s body was draped across him.

  And what do you know? His hand was cupping her breast, staking ownership. Parker smiled, enjoying the feel of her against him and the way their bodies melded together as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He could get used to waking up next to her every morning.

  Ann raked her hand across his chest, and then moved it toward his dick, her fingers caressing his skin. She inched closer, igniting the sleeping flame within him. “Are you awake?” Traces of sleep colored her tone.

  “Yes, you?” He smiled at the trace of sleepiness in her voice. Shifting to face her, he slipped an arm underneath her head to cradle her closer.

  “Um … hmm …”

  “Got plans today?”

  “Yeah … I’m planning on going horseback riding,” she answered with a hint of mischief in her voice.

  “Sounds like fun.”

  Parker lifted her chin and focused on her face, trying to gauge her mood. Last night had been great, even though he knew very little about the woman next to him, except for a few tidbits of information she had shared. He was literally groping in the dark, trying to learn some things about her.

  “Yep … in fact, I’m going to start now.” Ann sat up and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, her red hair covering her face. “Giddyap horsey.” She slapped his thigh.

  Parker chuckled and grabbed her waist. “You’re full of energy—you keep going and going and going.” He pulled her down until she was lying horizontal on top of him. His shaft twitched, awakened. “Can you feel that, sweetheart?” Her teasing had made him harder. He pressed his erection to her center, and her body bucked rodeo-style.

  “Oh yeah,” she answered as she gyrated, her moist hub rubbing and leaving kisses on his sensitive skin.

  “You’re going to kill me.”

  Ann continued moving, eliciting roguish pleasures in him. It took a tremendous amount of self-control to rein in the raging inferno she’d started. With their faces close enough to touch, he could almost see her, see that she was gazing down at him as she continued to “ride” him.

  “I would love to pleasure you again, but we need to eat.” He kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth and lapping hers sever
al times. When she responded with a moan, Parker touched his forehead to hers. “Let’s do something else, like talk and try to learn more about each other. As much as I enjoy making love to you, there are other things I look for in a relationship.” He laughed. “I know it’s a bit odd—most people think men have insatiable sexual appetites, right?

  “Uh-huh.”

  “I’m afraid I’m losing ground here. I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of perverted control freak. The bedroom is the only place I intend to practice more power over you. It’s what I need so I can feel like I still have a say in my own life.”

  Parker felt her stiffen.

  “And you think that you’ll find gratification by controlling me in the bedroom?” Ann’s voice held a hint of defiance.

  He held her face and gazed in the general direction of her eyes. “Don’t misunderstand me. I’m just talking about the bedroom. Out there, it’s a different story. I can’t do much if we’re out there, because there will always be a certain degree of dependence in my life, no matter how much I want to believe otherwise.”

  She grazed her mouth against his lips and relaxed a little. “It’s going to be a work in progress,” she whispered.

  “I appreciate your efforts—trying to please me with that appetizing setup last night—but it left out the most important aspect of this lifestyle that I want to remain intact.”

  “Is control that important to you?”

  Parker sat up and leaned against the headboard, urging her to move up and rest her head on his chest. He trailed his fingers along her back before he spoke.

  “It’s all I have. Imagine losing control of everything around you. The bedroom is a place where I can still have the command that was taken from me. I don’t expect you to fully understand my situation, but I’m just afraid that if I let it go on, I’m going to feel trapped because I didn’t say something earlier.”

  She straightened and sat on her heels. “Are you getting rid of me already?”

  The hurt in her voice stroked his ego. He smiled and shook his head. “I just want to make things clear on how I want to go about this … relationship. I know I said last night that I wanted us to find our ‘style’ together, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to relinquish domination in the bedroom. You still have to follow my lead and do what I ask of you within your comfort zone.” Parker knew he sounded selfish for putting his need before hers, but this was important to him.