Page 58 of Sainte
“Ready for bed, darlin’?” he asks.
“You know, Sainte, I’m doing okay. You don’t have to babysit me anymore.” I don’t want him to feel obligated to be with me. I’ve definitely started to have feelings for him, but just the thought of letting him in scares me.
“What if I want to babysit you?” He winks at me. I have to say, I love it when he does.
“Is that what this is? Am I just someone for you to take care of?” I didn’t want to ask, but I need to know. The wondering has been killing me.
He takes a step toward me. He’s so close, close enough to kiss me, and he does just that. His lips claim mine in a demanding and passionate kiss. Of course, I kiss him back. When he breaks the kiss, he remains close and says, “Darlin’.” He takes his fist to his chest. “It wounds me that you even have to ask. I’ve been fucking pursuing you for a while now. I don’t play games, Honey.”
“But… I thought…”
“Don’t think.” He kisses my forehead. “Now, I’m gonna ask you again. Ready for bed?”
I smile. “Yes.”
We make our way upstairs and to my room. He closes the door behind him and then walks toward me. When he gets within an arm’s reach of me, he pulls me against him.
“I’ve been waiting to get you alone all day,” he says and kisses me again. He unbuttons my blouse as he trails kisses down my neck.
I melt into him. When he has all the buttons undone, he pushes the blouse over my shoulders and off. He reaches down to my breasts, unhooks my bra, and pushes it off my shoulder and down my arms.
He then gets down on his knees and lifts my right leg, slowly removing my shoe, and does the same with my left. He reaches up to undo the button and zipper on my jeans. Slowly he slides them, along with my panties, down until he reaches the floor. His hand holds mine to help me balance as I step out of them. He pulls me close, my core right in his face.
He places featherlike kisses all around my pelvic bone and on my mound. It tickles, and I try not to squirm, but I do.
“Do I need to tie you up?” he asks.
Never in a million years did I ever think the thought of being bound during sex would be arousing or appealing, but after hearing him say the words, I respond, “Yes, I think you should.”
He leans back and looks at me. “Really?”
I smile shyly. “Yeah, I think I would like that.”
He laughs, stands, and smacks me on the butt. “Well, get yourself on the bed.” He rummages through my drawers, and after a few minutes, he has two scarves in his hand. Crawling on the bed, he takes one of them. “Place your arms above your head.”
I do as he says, and he pulls my arms back toward the headboard. I have a wrought-iron bed, so he has the perfect place to tie my hands. He wraps the scarf around my wrists and through the headboard until they are secure. Wetness immediately pools between my legs.
He takes the other scarf and crawls off the bed. Standing at the foot of the bed, he says, “Spread your legs.”
Oh, my.
He ties one foot to the footboard. “Got another scarf?”
“Yeah, there should be a couple in the drawer where you found the others.” He goes back to look and pulls out two, along with my vibrator.
Oh fuck, I forgot it was in there.He ties my other foot and I am splayed on the bed, completely open to him. I feel so vulnerable but, at the same time, so aroused.
He walks around the bed and takes the other scarf and covers my eyes.
Oh, fuck!“Sainte?” I plead
“Relax, darlin’, I got you.” His words are smooth and sultry and so comforting. It’s quiet for what seems like an eternity until I hear the low buzzing noise of the vibrator. He touches the vibrator to my nipples, and they harden and pucker immediately. It circles my left nipple and then the other, the circles getting larger each time. Then I feel something warm and wet touch my breast. While the vibrator maintains constant contact with the nipple, his tongue licks up one side and around it. He takes my nipple into his warm mouth and begins to suck.Oh dear God, that feels amazing.I arch my back into him as he repeats his actions with the other breast.
The vibrator trails down my stomach. It passes over where I need it most and continues down my right thigh and comes back up the left. Heat is beginning to build, and I feel my pussy lips get tender, aching for attention. “Sainte, please,” I beg.
“Shhh,” he says as the vibrator hovers near my pussy.
He gives me a brief taste of what I want and touches my pussy. I immediately raise my hips to meet it.I want more!He rubs the vibrator up and down my lips, teasing me, and then he touches my clit.Holy fuck!I moan at the pleasure and beg. “More.”
