Lunar Temptations

Ch 50

"You look like a f*****g Goddess, Red." He said as I stood there in front of him half-naked, bathing in the moonlight. His compliment made my cheeks heat up and I bit my lip to hold back the redness from consuming me entirely. He closed in on me once again and dragged a finger across my reddened cheeks. It was a slow drag but erupted goosebumps all over me. He stopped and then vanished out of sight. My gaze followed him to find him dragging a chair from a corner and placing it in the centre of the roof.

My eyebrow raised questionably but he didn't explain.

"Sit." his hoarse voice cut through the air.

I made my way towards it and sat down. My heart was screaming for more while my brain questioned every action of mine. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, calming my nerves. But it did very little help when he came into my view once again and this once I wasn't the one stripping, instead he took his tie off and undid a few buttons.

Before I could react, he extended a long finger across my lips motioning me to stay quiet. So I did. A moment later he held both ends of his tie and brought it to my eyes until darkness stretched in front of me. He blindfolded and the only noise that escaped me was of a nervous gulp. Now I could smell him and sense him but couldn't see him. He was there in front of me but the fear and thrill of the unknown had me on edge the very next moment. I began to move my head around nervously when he didn't do anything.

It didn't last long though when I felt his hands on my thighs. A small gasp came from me when his warm touch took me by surprise. I bet he was loving it, watching me writhe under his touch and blindfolded at his mercy. The worst realisation of it all was that I trusted him with this. I trusted him with blindfolding me and doing whatever he wanted because I knew he wouldn't do anything I wasn't ready for and that made me want to submit to him.

His hands began to trail up my thigh and his touch was light, not too harsh nor too soft et enough to spark my body on fire. I didn't need to see it to know that he was bending in front of me since I was seated. His touch travelled further up my thighs before dipping in between the gap and spreading them wide apart. My heart thumped loudly and I knew the small fabric covering my p***y was dampened. I was heated to the very core and even I could smell my arousal, the moment he spread me.

A low growl followed by a curse came from him and my thighs shivered when I felt his breath on my skin, too close to my center but he pulled away.

I frowned immediately craving him but it didn't last long when I felt a kiss on my inner thigh, teasing me. He sucked and nipped on the skin, while his hands travelled above and behind my back undoing my bra. It took him a flick and a small piece of clothing fell was undone and hanging down from my shoulder. He continued his torture on me by giving me his touch but not where I wanted. He trailed the kisses painfully slowly towards my core, savouring me until I was begging for more. My p***y throbbed for his touch and at one point I even felt myself pushing myself towards him.

A chuckle resounded from him, with a hint of evil.

"Don't forget who's in charge here." He said, biting down on my skin and continuing to suck on it, bruising the spot. It was a lesson learnt as a yelp resounded from me but was immediately reduced to a whimper. After what felt like forever, I was jerked forward by his hands gripping my thighs and my hands instinctively went to the sides of the chair, gripping them for support. He traced his hands from my torso and down to the edge of my underwear. I bit my lips hard, stopping them from quivering with need.

He traced a finger and pulled it down all the way. I could have imagined it all sitting there, blinded but his touch didn't let me. He was distracting me enough to not let leave anything to my imagination. His warm breath alone was giving me chills and those kisses were driving me insane with the need for more. Was this how his punishment was supposed to be? Or maybe I should not yearn for more knowing I was being punished and he wouldn't give me what I wanted so easily...

What I wanted was to feel his lips on me. I wanted them to taste my arousal and feel my need for him but he wasn't giving in.

He was spreading me open once again except this once I was bare to him. The breeze swept past my core and made me tremble. I tried to close my thighs shut but his strong hands denied as he clenched them tighter and kept them open forcefully. As much as I would usually be reluctant to submit to him, I loved it just as much right then. His hand suddenly swept my legs up and I thought I would lose my balance until he lifted them, until they were resting on something hard and broad.

His shoulders. The thought that he was literally between my legs now, made my p***y clench and a raspy breath to escape. The broad support underneath my legs began to close in until they reached my thighs. He was close, too close and I held onto each second waiting for anything, a touch but that bastard held it back.

"Zayd, please." I pleaded but all I got was a kiss on my inner thigh but my disappointment vanished as my head arched back. One long finger stretched over my lips, not the ones that I was biting hard on. I threw my head back and let out a partial growl mixed with a breathless sound.