This is an excerpt from "Waves of Desire: Book Two of Melusine’s Daughters Series" by Rachel Kenley. It has been reprinted here with permission from Riverdale Avenue Books.
"So," she said, "no gags and no masks. Is there anything else you want to try?"
"Ah, with an opening like that the list could go on and on, but since I know you mean I should pick out something else, there is one more thing I thought looked like a lot of fun."
He reached out and picked up a beautiful rod in blues and greens that was ribbed and grooved over the length of the shaft.
"A glass dildo. I’ve never owned one, but the thought of making it cold and using it on and in you when your body is hot and wanting sounds like it could be very pleasurable."
She couldn’t speak for a moment. The sensations he was describing sounded so incredibly enticing. "Yes," she finally managed and he smiled at her breathless voice. "That sounds like a wonderful addition."
The vendor packed up their three purchases, careful to put the glass piece in its own soft cinch bag. "Enjoy," he said as he handed them a bag.
"I’m sure we will," Jonathan said.
"I think we should go back to the villa."
"You sure you don’t want to look around more or…"
"Now," she said and then they both laughed.
"As you wish, my lady. I just want to make one quick stop."
His stop was to the front desk. He spoke briefly to the woman behind the counter and then he rejoined Amina. "What was that?" she asked.
They walked the paths to the villa quickly, stopping only to kiss every now and then. She needed to be alone with him.
When they got to the villa something was in front of the door.
"Oh good, I hoped they’d be fast."
"A bucket of ice."
"To chill… water?"
"Perhaps, but my main thought was the dildo."
Amina let out a tiny "oh" that sounded almost like a squeal. She’d never done anything like this before, but it seemed as though it was a good night for firsts. As soon as they walked in the door, Amina untied the knot at the back of her halter dress and let it slide to the floor. Since she wore nothing underneath, she was instantly naked.
"You are a goddess," he said as she took his hands and walked him into the bedroom. He got undressed quickly, if not as fast as she did and followed her, leaving his clothes where they landed. The room was dark, lit only by moonlight and the lights on the paths outside.
They were already so aware of each other, so ready. She wanted to touch him and be touched everywhere. She couldn’t get enough.
"I think our purchases were a very good idea," he said.
"Because we both seem ready to rush to the finish, and these," he said holding up the bag, "are going to force us to slow down. If you are agreeable, for tonight I’d like to blindfold and bind you."
"Yes, I want that," she said. After her realization earlier of the constraints she put on her life because of her gift as well as because of her own fears and past losses, tonight she wanted to surrender completely. Surrender to pleasure, to whatever she might desire, and to him.
Just the thought made her wet. Wetter.
She walked ahead of him into the bedroom, turned on the nightstand light, and stared at the bed. The scroll work on the headboard, which she found beautiful and ornamental before, now looked different and she stared at it thinking of the possibilities.
"Yes," Jonathan said breaking into her thoughts. He pressed against her, softly caressing her breasts and letting her know he was naked as well, "I'm going to use that to attach the cuffs to you. You won’t be able to touch me, help me, or stop me."
She leaned her head back and he kissed her. "Sounds perfect." She took his hand and they both got into the bed.
"Lie on your back," he said. "Arms up so I can see how far down you need to be so that your comfortably stretched."
She did as he said, then moved down the bed a little. He put two pillows under her head as he cuffed her wrists to the headboard.
"I don’t know if anyone can be comfortable with their arms like this, but I’m not uncomfortable. How’s that?"
"It will do. You’ll let me know if that changes."
She liked how he said that as an order, not a request. A little thing that felt like a big thing under the circumstances.
He reached for another pillow on the bed. "Lift your hips." She did and he placed the pillow beneath her ass then positioned her legs apart. "You are so unbelievably stunning." He stared at her for a long moment. She’d never felt more exposed or more beautiful.
"I'm going to keep all the lights on tonight."
"Because since you’re wearing a blindfold they won’t bother you, and I will have a chance to see you completely without you being able to do anything about it."
"And it reminds me of the day we met when the sunlight showed me all of you."
All Amina could do was nod.
He sat next to her on the bed and looked into her eyes. She loved how dark his were. "Ready for the blindfold?"
"And to simply enjoy all that I am going to do to you, for you?"
"Yes," she said, this time as a whisper.
"Then lift your head a little so I can put this on."
She did as she was told and her world went dark. She could hear him move around the room, then felt him get back on the bed. But because she couldn’t see, she wasn’t ready for his kiss. A simple, full mouth kiss sent a shock through her that was as unexpected as it was wonderful. If this is what a kiss could feel like, she could hardly imagine what was going to happen next.
As it turned out, she gasped against his lips when an ice cube was pressed against her nipple, instantly hardening the little bud into a sharp peak. When the heat of his mouth covered the cold skin the combination of sensations was incredible and again she called out. She heard him laugh softly at the sound.
"You, you…" she started.
"Is something wrong?"
"Not at all, but you may… regret not gagging me. I have a feeling I am going to be gasping and yelling a lot."
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