I would never tell him because I didn’t want to inflate his ego to Jupiter-size proportions, but I was convinced Christian could bring down the stars if he wanted.
My reservations melted when I felt the first bite of the rope around my wrists. I’d taken my bikini off at his orders, and I lay face up on the cushioned seat at the end of the boat while he bound my wrists together above my head.
The tighter the ties, the wetter I got.
I used to feel ashamed or embarrassed about my sexual proclivities, but being with Christian had put most of my worries to rest. He never made me feel bad about what I wanted in bed. He pushed me out of my comfort zone and embraced my fantasies so thoroughly they felt normal—which they were, according to my online research, but there was a difference between knowing something and feeling it.
Still, my body tightened with surprise when I saw the silk scarf in his hands.
“If you want me to take it off, tell me,” Christian said.
“Okay.” My voice pitched higher than usual.
I’d never been blindfolded during sex. The thought of not seeing the world around me made my stomach flip, but my tension eased when he tied the scarf around my eyes.
The hint of sunlight filtering through the thin silk was enough to help me relax.
I waited.
And waited.
I heard Christian moving around the boat, but he didn’t touch me.
In the absence of visual stimulation, all my thoughts turned to how vulnerable I was at that moment. My hands tied, my eyes covered, my body naked and bared to his gaze.
He could do anything he wanted to me.
Anticipation shivered over my skin.
I heard a soft clink and the nearing of footsteps.
My muscles pulled taut, waiting for—
A soft noise of surprise escaped when something cold pressed between my breasts.
An ice cube.
It didn’t touch my nipples, but they immediately hardened from the proximate chill. They poked against my bikini top, so sensitive the friction sent a tingle straight to my core.
“It’s a hot day,” Christian said lazily. “We need to cool you off before we get started.”
My breaths turned into pants when he dragged the ice cube down to my stomach, then up again, over and over until it melted against my skin.
I heard another clink, followed by the glide of another ice cube over my nipple.
Shivers erupted all over.
My nipples weren’t just hard anymore; they were almost painful with need as he circled them with the cube and rubbed it over the firm peaks.
Just when I couldn’t take it anymore, when the pleasure and pain formed an unbearable burn, the wet warmth of Christian’s mouth replaced the cold.
The sudden change in temperature sent shockwaves through my body.
“Christian,” I gasped. “Oh God.”
It wasn’t just the ice, the tight bindings on my wrists, or the way I tugged and twisted that made everything feel impossibly erotic. It was the play between hot and cold, the heightening of my senses due to the blindfold, and the way he took his time pleasuring every inch of my body.
My neck, my breasts, my stomach…by the time he moved between my legs, I was already a wet, slick mess from both my arousal and melted ice.
A noise between a gasp and a yelp climbed up my throat when he rubbed a warmed cube over my swollen clit.
“You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.” Christian groaned. “Open wider for me, sweetheart.”
I spread my legs farther, and he pushed the ice inside me at the same time he sucked my clit into my mouth.
One ice cube. One flick of his tongue. One reach of his hand up to pinch my nipple.
That was all it took.
My mouth parted in a silent cry as my orgasm exploded behind my eyes and traveled down my body in electric waves. It was like the sensations were so intense they snatched away my ability to scream, gasp, or do anything else except burn in a fire so hot I disintegrated right then and there on the deck of the boat.
No thoughts, no words, just a boneless heap of pleasure.
The orgasm went on seemingly forever, but when it finally subsided, sound rushed back in a deafening wave.
I sank deeper into the cushion, my chest heaving with ragged breaths.
I was so dazed I didn’t hear Christian switching positions until he hiked my legs up onto his shoulders.
“You look so beautiful tied up and blindfolded.” The tip of his cock brushed against my still sensitive sex as his voice roughened. “There’s no one around, Stella. I can make you scream as loud as I want. Fuck you as hard as your pussy can take it until you come all over my cock.”
A needy whimper left me.
I’d just come, but I needed him inside me.
I loved when he used his fingers and mouth, but there was nothing better than the sensation of Christian stretching and filling me.
The most intimate part of him in the deepest part of me.
Nothing else compared.
“You like that, don’t you?” he taunted. “The idea of me wrecking that tight little cunt while you’re helpless and bound?”
“Yes. Please,” I begged. “Fuck me.”
Another groan.
A pause.