My heart drums and I’m rock hard again, which I’m sure she notices. I lick my lips as I drop to my knees and crawl to her like a dog. Like a fucking puppy. I keep thinking about last night in the car and how badly I want her hands wrapped around my throat again. I’m aching for something new in my life, to explore this newfound wild side she’s awakened. She’s given me a taste, and I crave being a fucking plaything for her. I don’t know how to tell her that, though, so I’ll show her.
When I’m close enough for her to reach, she sticks her leg out, stopping me by putting her foot on my shoulder. “I need to know how far you want to take this.”
“Do you want me to beg again? Because I will, Ren.”
“No, but tell me what you want. Use your words, puppy.”
I swallow hard and decide to go for it. “I want to take all of this as far as we can. I wanna try everything. Mostly, I want you to use me and toss me aside like a… a…”
“Cheap toy? You want me to treat you like the filthy slut you are?”
“God, yes! Just like last night. Please?”
“Safe word?”
“Uhm, oh! Octopus.”
“Good, get in the shower. I’ll join you in a minute.”
I don’t hesitate. I don’t even question what the hell she’s going to do in my room—or my house—while I’m standing in the bathroom, waiting. When I turn on the water, I get a flash of a thought that she could be out there robbing me blind. I’d be okay with it so long as she left me the dogs and came back to shower with me…eventually. I flip the switch on the side of the showerhead that redirects the water to the rainfall setting. I flip it back almost immediately, unable to listen to the soft sounds it makes. It brings back bad shit, and I don’t have time for bad shit right now.
The bathroom door clicks closed and I find Ren standing there with nothing but a nefarious grin and something behind her back. Her dark brown hair hangs past her tits, and the diffused sunlight from the window makes her light brown skin even more radiant. It reminds me of that painting I’ve seen before, of the woman in the seashell, but even more beautiful. Jamie would kill me right now for not remembering her name, but my mind only has one name running through it right now, and it’s not some mythological Greek lady.
She steps to me, her fingers playing with the sparse patch of hair on my chest. I try to peek behind her back, but she won’t let me. I shiver as she leans forward and licks the water from my abs and up my chest as far as she can reach before she hands me a piece of cloth.
“Tie it around your eyes. I’d do it, but you’re too fucking tall.”
It’s like I’m drunk, fumbling with the piece of fabric that belongs to an old bathrobe. She checks and makes sure my eyes are fully covered. I’m a little nervous—no—I’m a lot nervous. I can’t see her and what she’s doing, but I want to. When she rests her hand on my chest, I concentrate on breathing and giving myself over to her. I’d give anything for another chance to experience the release she gave me last night in the Jag.
“Hold out your hands.” I do, and she wraps something around them. “It’s not too tight, is it? I don’t want you to freak out on me.”
“It’s fine. Has that happened before?”
“A few times. Usually with people new to all this. Trust takes time to build.”
“I trust you.”
“Do you? Now, carefully take two steps back and hold your hands up,” she directs as he positions my hands. “Perfect, slide your hands over the shower head. Good, now be careful. I don’t want you to ruin your pretty, two-person minimum shower.”
“What…what are you going to—” I gasp and my head rocks back, which ends up with me getting a face full of water. All she did was lick my nipple, and I’m ready to crawl up the wall. “Oh fuck. Wow.”
“I’m going to work on gaining your trust.” I shake the water out of my hair and nod as she giggles. “Such a cute puppy.”
“Okay, so what do I do?”
“You’re going to let go for me. Understand? The rules are simple. You don’t take your hands down from the showerhead until I say, and the blindfold stays on. Taking away your sight and ability to control the situation is meant to be positive and euphoric, but if it’s uncomfortable?—”
“Octopus?”
“Good boy.”
Her hands play across my skin, tracing muscles and drawing shapes. It tickles, and I’m trying hard not to move too much. She licks and explores, and at first, it’s strange because I want to touch her. I lace my fingers together, squeezing them as tight as I can.
“Relax, Chase. Take a big, deep breath, and slowly let it out for me,” she coaches, and as I breathe out, her lips play across my chest. “Good, now relax your hands.”
She works her way down my body, telling me to relax my head, neck, shoulders, and so on, and each time, she rewards me through touch and praise. After she reaches my feet, everything stops and I don’t feel her anymore, but she’s still there. I hope.
“Ren?”
