The Obsidian Suite - Blind Date Short Stories
My breath quickened, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability coursing through me.
His lips brushed my ear. "Are you ready, little one?"
"Yes, sir," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly.
He began a slow, torturous descent down my body. His lips and tongue left a trail of fire in their wake - ghosting over my collarbone, lingering at the swell of my breasts, tracing lazy circles around my navel. Each touch was electric, sending shivers racing across my skin.
I strained against my bonds, desperate to run my fingers through his hair, to pull him closer. But the ribbon held firm, keeping me at his mercy.