Tease (Dark Odyssey Club Fantasies 3)

He steps forward with the blindfold and ties around my head. Darkness is all I see as I close my eyes, but I’m aware of him near me.

I’m aware of his scent, his presence, his being, his desire to have me like this. Then I’m aware of my helplessness.

I can’t see, and I can’t move. Everything that happens from here on is all him. It’s whatever he wants it to be, and I give him the control over me.

He comes closer and blows warm breath over my neck, then licks over my skin, trailing up to my earlobe where he nibbles and lingers.

It’s such a small thing, but it makes my nerve endings scatter and tingle.

“I wanted you from the first time I saw you,” he says into my ear.

“Did you?” I don’t know why I ask. This is not news to me, although he’s never said that to me before. I know because I felt the same way too.

“You know I did,” he whispers and presses his lips to my neck. He stays there for a few seconds. He’s at my neck, but I feel him everywhere and all over me.

I met him when I was twelve. He was fifteen, and I didn’t know what was going on, but Dad brought Paul to the house. Paul had two black eyes and a nasty scar across his face. Our first meeting wasn’t the best. But I remember his eyes.

Grams took care of us while Dad took Elaine to the hospital. Nobody explained what really happened to them, but I figured it out for myself. His father did that to them. I was twelve, but I wasn’t naïve. I was also clued in enough to know not to ask. They became regular visitors to our home, and eighteen months later, Dad and Elaine were married. We lived under the same roof, and nothing was harder than pretending I didn’t have those insane feelings for my stepbrother.

“I wanted you too.”

“I know…” he answers and his voice seeps into me.

His fingers flutter over my stomach and circle over my nipples, then dwindle in the valley between my breasts. I arch against the restraints as the pleasure courses through me, but I can’t move my body in the way I want to take it. Because of that, it comes to me undiluted, and I find myself moaning in response.

His fingers were enough, but then he gets closer and takes my right nipple into his hot mouth and starts sucking. He sucks slow, so slow, and circles his tongue backwards and forwards over the peak, making it pebble, and then he gives me more.

“Paul… ahhhh…”

“Feel good, baby?”

Holy hell. I can’t answer. It’s too much. It’s just too much. Already.

“I feel amazing.”

“I’m about to make you feel better. So much better.”

The little chains on the cuffs clink as I move when he does to go to my left side and give me the same pleasure.

His mouth on my breast feels even better on this side, pulling on my groin, deep and low and amazing.

Tension coils then flows upwards and shoots off like little sparks of energy that ripple through me with the goal to consume everything in its wake.

It’s unreal.

He heightens the wild sensation when his fingers flutter over my stomach again and make their way down to my pussy.

He doesn’t slide in straightaway. He waits and flutters over my pussy lips. I struggle now to control myself. It’s torture not being able to move.

He strokes slowly and purposefully, and wetness gathers there. Deep inside me.

God, I can’t take it, but I want it. I want it. I want him and everything he has to give me.

“Ahhh… Paulll. I’m coming.”

“Hold it,” he commands with a wicked chuckle.

My eyes snap wide against the cloth, and my lashes tangle in the darkness.