His fingers stroked through her hair. “Oh sweetheart, that feels incredible.”
She licked around and around, encouraged by his increasingly rapid breathing and his fingers tightening around her scalp.
She glided downward, taking him as deep as she could. She squeezed him in her mouth, then sucked. She dipped a hand into his boxers and stroked his balls lightly with her fingertips. She glided up, then down again, squeezing his cock within her mouth in a pulsing motion.
“Damn, sweetheart, I won’t last with you doing that.”
She sucked harder, then bobbed up and down on him faster. His breathing accelerated and she cradled his balls and stroked delicately as she sucked and squeezed, continuing to move up and down. He stiffened, then groaned. Liquid heat pulsed into her mouth.
When he was done and slumped back in the chair, she released him and smiled.
He drew her to her feet and tugged her onto his lap, then kissed her, his lips caressing hers with passion. His hands stroked over her back. She reached for the hem of her T-shirt and started drawing it up, wanting to feel his hands on her breasts.
“Wait.”
She stopped, and gazed at him. He took her hands and kissed them, then slid his arm around her waist and stood up, taking her with him. He wrapped his hand around hers and led her to the couch.
“Bring me a silk scarf.” His authoritative tone sent a chill through her. Goose bumps quivered across her flesh.
Zeke had commanded her many times, but Ty’s tone had an incredibly sexy effect on her. Maybe because of the contrast to his usual sweet, considerate demeanor.
“Yes, Master.”
She scurried to her bedroom, pulled open the top drawer of her dresser and scooped up a handful of scarves, then grabbed the black glittery one. It wasn’t silk, but it was a soft delicate texture and that’s probably all he cared about.
When she returned to the living room, he was just saying good-bye to someone on his cell phone. She handed him the scarf.
“Good choice. Now turn around.”
He placed the scarf over her eyes, then tied it behind her head.
“Can you see anything?” he asked.
“No, Master.”
“Very good.”
She felt his hands grasp her hips and he guided her forward, then he let go.
“Now, take off your clothes.” From the direction of his voice, he was in front of her now. Maybe he was sitting in the armchair.
Her nipples hardened and heat melted inside her as she grasped the hem of her T-shirt and drew it over her head, then let go of it. She unfastened her silver-edged denim belt, then unzipped her jeans and pushed them over her hips. They fell to the floor and she kicked them aside.
She stood there in only her bra and thong, totally aware of Ty’s gaze on her. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She suddenly felt a little shy. He could see her but she couldn’t see him. It felt … wicked … sexy. She stroked her hands over her breasts, still covered by the lacy cups of her bra … then slowly eased the fabric forward. Cool air caressed her skin as she dropped the garment to the floor. Her nipples grew harder still.
“Lovely.” He seemed to be across the room now.
“Where are you?” she asked.
“I’m just getting my coffee mug. Keep going.”
As she tucked her thumbs under the waistband of her thong, a knock sounded at the door. Damn, what rotten timing.
“I’ll get that,” Ty said.
She reached for the blindfold to pull it off. “Uh … I’d better—”
“Leave the blindfold,” he commanded.