Blind Girl: A Dark Billionaire Romance (4 page)

He reaches for my face with both hands and holds me as he kisses me hard and fast. I moan for air, my head caught between the clouds until he pulls away and travels down my quivering body. He leaves no bit of skin unkissed as he moves past my collarbone, over my tingling breasts, along my belly, all the way down to my thighs. I spread my legs wide without thinking, giving in to everything he desires.

His hands grip my legs and push them up to place them gently upon his shoulders. He settles between to come face-to-face with my warm slit.

“I have to taste you again,” he whispers, nearly begging.

I say nothing, my tongue in knots. Instead, I nod and place a hand on his head. My fingers push through his hair, thick and soft, until he looks down upon me again and smiles. I feel a deep, unapologetic passion for him as he parts his lips and taps his tongue against my outer folds, knocking on them like doors of a sacred temple. My fingers twitch inside his black hair, granting him permission, and he pushes his tongue inside.

I moan softly as my throbbing bud begs for his attentions. He tortures me, refusing to give in by lapping at me, sucking and nibble on my folds, teasing pleasures just out of reach. I try to guide him towards my clitoris with the motion of my hips, but he places a firm hand on my belly. His voice, commanding and authoritative, rings in my head again, silently scolding me into compliance.

Don’t do that, Alice.

I lie still and quiver beneath him, fighting every urge I have to jerk my hips or grind against his nose as his tongue makes love to my dripping crevice. His long tongue massages my insides as my body heat spikes and my blood runs cold. My fingers ball into a fist, latching onto the soft bedspread beneath us, foolishly attempting to regain control that I never possessed in the first place.

But then, finally, his lips clamp around my clitoris. He gives one, long suck and pauses to witness the waves that crash down around me. My mouth drops open in a silent scream as my back arches off the bed. He doesn’t try to control my movements this time nor does he punish me for them. My body twists and twitches against my will and he regards me silently with amusement.

When I find my voice, I moan loudly towards the ceiling. My fingers, aching and stiff from their iron grip on the bed, detach as my muscles turn to warm milk. Charles studies me for only a moment before resuming his masterful language against my throbbing slit, denying me the rest I so painfully need. It’s a battle I cannot win. I grieve for my sensitive tissues as they fight for a reprieve. I breathe deep, filling my lungs with cold air, searching for a sweet balance to overcome me and silence my screams of ecstasy.

Charles reaches up and grabs my knees. I wince and coo with disappointment as he slides them off his shoulders and his mouth drifts farther and farther away from my begging loins. He towers over me and presses his lips against mine. My tongue twitches with desire as I taste myself upon him. My mouth waters for more.

He grabs for the condom and brings it to his teeth to tear open. I watch as he slides the rubber onto his firm cock, slowly unrolling it to cover everything down to the base. He takes his hardness in his hands and sets it between my legs, his eyes watching mine to make sure I see it. It presses firm against my moist folds, throbbing for shelter like an animal caught in a storm. He rises to sit back on his feet and grabs my hips, pulling me in as close as possible.

“Touch it,” he urges, his voice laced with passion.

I extend my fingers and feel the smooth, latex-wrapped manhood for the first time. It twitches at my touch and I hear his breaths above me, quick and soft.

“I want you to put it inside, Alice,” he says.

I blink, my body tense. “What?”

“This is your moment,” he says. “The first pain. It’s yours to control.” He leans down to kiss me once more before floating back up and waiting for me to make my move.

I hesitate as my inexperience claims me.
Where does it go?
I think, biting my tongue to keep from saying it out loud. I observe our trembling bodies before taking hold of his thick shaft. My fingers wrap around it. The ends of his lips twitch. A deep breath stutters between my lips as I move his member down. I place it against my moist crevice. My instincts drive me further, reacting to my pleasures until his tip touches my entrance and sigh with desire.

Charles’ eyes focus on mine. I expect him to lose patience with me and chew his lip with frustration, but he surprises me with his control. He lets me take my time. I pull him closer and push the tip inside an inch.

I feel the first bit of resistance. A dull muscle pain, piercing in intensity, fighting against me to remain as it is. I wince and pull him out.

“I’m sorry…” I tell him. The pain inside overwhelms me and I turn away from him, hiding from any disappointment that he surely wears on his face.

Charles tilts his head to the side and places a hand on my face. He says nothing. I feel a sudden surge of remorse, a knee-jerk reaction to the possibility of disappointing him. I recoil from his touch and cover my face in shame.

“Shh, now,” he whispers. “Look at me, Alice.”

I hesitate, but I do as he asks of me. My hands drop back to my sides as he traces a finger along my bottom lip. His smile soothes me, bringing me back to him. I sigh with desire and silence any thoughts that hold me back. I take his shaft into my hands again and guide it home.

His tip presses against my insides. The pain radiates through my crevice and up my back. Fear plagues me, but I ignore it in favor of a new adventure. I bite my lip, hard, as I penetrate myself even more. He tears away my inner barrier and I whimper and release him, leaving him inside.

Warm life descends from my ruined hymen. I think for a moment that I will cry, but he leans down and kisses me softly. A look of pride dances along his face, making me smile. My throbbing body reminds me of my desires and I relax against him. It’s a good pain, a pain that I’m meant to feel and will never feel again.

“Push in,” I say to him, desire taking hold of my tongue.

Charles raises an eyebrow and looks upon me in surprise for the first time. “As you wish, my darling,” he says. He reaches out for me and I take his hand to intertwine our fingers together before he thrusts forward.

I scream and dig my nails into his skin. He wraps his arms around me as my legs go numb.

“Shh,” he says to my ear, holding me tight as he rocks me with a second thrust.

“It hurts…” My lips shake.

“It won’t last,” he breathes.

I hold on tighter, never wanting to let go. I press my face against his shoulder to shield my watering eyes from him.

“No—” he says. He runs his fingers through my hair and wills me to look up. “Alice… look into my eyes while I’m inside you.”

I see his passion. His desire. Those eyes, the long and dark tunnels of green, and at the end of it all, a reflection of myself.

He groans and his hips pound me harder. The more he moves, the more the pain goes away. And eventually, it’s gone for good. I look deeper into his eyes and he grins to see the pleasure return to me. He hoists me up then, cradling me in his arms as I wrap my legs about his waist. I moan softly, our voices syncing together. His rod impales me over and over again. I bounce upon him and steal kisses off his lips to taste the sweetness of his tongue.

“Charles…” I whisper his name, completely losing myself in him.

He grasps my small body and lifts me off of him, ignoring my moans of protest. “Lay against the pillows,” he demands, “and raise your arms.”

I quiver with frustration but slide backward until my back reaches the headboard. He hops off the bed and walks across the room to grab his briefcase. I watch him move, my hungry eyes taking in his powerful body as sweat glistens off of him. When he returns to me, he holds two gray neckties in his hands. I raise my arms, just as he asked of me, and watch as he ties my wrists and latches them to the bedposts.

Charles looks at me. “Do you trust me?” he asks, sensing the fear in my eyes.

I nod.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” I speak. “I trust you, Charles.”

He returns to his briefcase for another item. A blindfold, deep red in color, one to match those worn by the girls in cages downstairs. I shudder. He slides the smooth fabric through his fingers. “You asked me
why
,” he says, walking towards me. “You asked,
wouldn’t that be more frightening than sexy?
I thought that was so… funny.”

“Why?”

“Because when it comes to sex, Alice, fear and desire are part of the same coin.” He pauses and his words sink in. I feel confused, bewildered. But completely his. “Now that you’ve had a taste,” he continues, “would you not agree with that?”

I sigh, thinking clearly on his words even though I don’t need to. I knew my answer before he even asked the question. “Yes,” I say.

“Good girl.” He sits down on the bed next to me. “I’m going to put this on you. Once I do, it will not come off until I’m finished. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“If you want to stop and go home, say it now,” he says with light eyes. “I will untie you and no feelings will be hurt.” He speaks with such even tones, the immortal master of his domain, in total control of everything he holds.

“I don’t want to leave,” I say, screaming inside.

The ends of his lips curl into a delicious smile and he leans forward to take a kiss from me. I give it to him to enjoy another taste of him, traces of my scent still lingering on his lips. When he pulls away, he raises the blindfold over my eyes and ties it off behind my head.

The mattress moves back into place as his weight rises off. I hear soft footsteps gliding away across the carpet and then… pure silence amid total darkness.

I quickly lose track of time.
Has it been ten minutes
, I think,
or an hour?

I’m on edge, listening closely. I try to find him again in the darkness, but I hear no sound and sense no movement. My body throbs with tingling nerves, making it increasingly difficult to hone my senses. I feel the brush of a finger against my arm, but I can’t decide whether or not it’s just my mind playing a cruel trick. I feel it again on my legs. A gust of air strikes my cheek and I jerk my head in its direction.

Click.

A familiar sound.

Click.

I hear it again.

Click.

Charles is taking photos of me.

I pull at my restraints, but I remember his words. I’m not going anywhere until he’s finished. I listen closely for the next
click
to break the silence and tell me where he is.

Click.

I flinch, hearing it just inches away from my face.

“Charles…” I mutter.

Click.

“Stop.”

I receive no reply. Three more photos strike in rapid succession, almost as if he’s mocking me.

“Charles!” I shout.

Click.

We had an agreement. He’s not going to stop until he’s finished, this I know, but it doesn’t stop my struggle. He has my consent. I signed that dotted line and I might as well have done so in my own blood.

Click.

I take a breath to shake the fear away. My nether throbs even more with delicious pain, begging to feel him inside of me again. I sink lower into despair until I feel his hand against my face. The weight of him sinks onto the bed next to me.

“Chin up, Alice.”

I obey like a playful pet and raise my head.

He kisses me, soft and true, and every harsh word I thought of him since I became blindfolded disappears into the air. His face lingers against mine and he leaves a kiss upon my forehead.

“You have the most beautiful face…” he whispers. His breath grazes my cheeks and I burn with fire for him. He grasps me and speaks directly to my soul. “You’re perfect, Alice. Do you hear me?”

I nod, believing every word. I push forward to claim his lips and he lets me taste him again. Our tongues meet in a whirlwind of lust and desire until I can no longer breathe. I pull away and fill my lungs with the sweet air they crave before diving back into my love. “Untie me,” I beg of him.

“I have to have you,” he gasps. He moves quickly to position himself between my legs once more, his hands endlessly exploring my body for lost treasure.

“Untie me, Charles!”

He ignores my plight and holds me steady against him. I feel his cock, still rigid with greed, press against my dripping folds and make contact with my throbbing clitoris. I moan with sweet satisfaction, but it’s instantly taken from me. He lets out a grunt from deep inside his core and pulls away from me, dropping me in place and leaving my side.

“Charles…” I moan. “Don’t stop.”

I want to see him. I curse the blindfold, flicking my head from side-to-side, but it won’t budge. I elongate my fingers, but it’s just out of reach.

“Charles, please!” I hear him pacing the floor around me. “Come back to me, please!”

He jumps back onto the bed and his hands immediately find my flesh once more. His hands slide beneath me to cup my rear and he lifts me up.

“Let me see you…” I beg.

He ignores me again in favor of tasting me. His tongue leads him between my legs and I scream at the ceiling as he eats me once again with ravenous passion. Desire spikes inside of me. My toes curl and my thighs twitch with each flick of his tongue. As the tension starts to break, he drops me with quick precision and thrusts himself between my legs. The delicious pain makes a comeback, only this time, I don’t fear it. I squeeze myself around him, riding the pleasure until I can take no more.

Charles pulls the blindfold from my eyes. “Look at me,” he demands.

The sudden rush of light fills my vision, bringing tears to my eyes. Spots dance in front of me. His handsome face comes into view, guiding me back home.

“Alice,
look at me
,” he says again. “I want you to look me in the eyes as you come.”

I nod my head, unable to respond with words.

He takes me harder and faster, sliding in and out of me with ease. I push my heels into the bed, meeting each of his thrust as my nails dig into my restraints. The resulting climax overwhelms me and my wetness flows freely onto his manhood. Everything aches, but I don’t care. The pleasure is far too great.