Chapter 2 - Red

CHAPTER 2: RED

"Oooh. I like that." She doesn't hesitate — she never does.

But he stops her hands as they slide under his t-shirt. "Not so fast, sexy girl." His voice comes out lower than she's ever heard it. "Tonight, you're all mine. You're going to listen, and you're going to obey my every instruction. Got it?"

Something flickers across her face — surprise, then delight. "Got it."

"Close your eyes."

He leads her, compliant and grinning, to the lounge wall. The old house's double-volume lounge rises above them, its exposed yellowwood beam crossing high overhead. He turns her to face the wall, backside out, and digs the blindfold out of his gym bag.

"Keep them closed, baby."

He ties it snug. Lifts the baby-doll blouse over her head. Unclips her lace bra and lets it fall, then reaches around and cups her breasts — firm and full and fitting his palms like they were made to. He kisses her neck; her head tips back to give him more. He pinches each nipple, gently, and kisses down between her shoulder blades.

"Mmmm. Oh my God, babe. That feels amazing."

He lets his tongue travel slowly down her spine to the waistband of her jeans.

From the bag: the massage oil, cherry-almond, bought at Dis-Chem that morning with his heart hammering. He works a generous palmful over her breasts, slow and deliberate. She can't see what's coming — every touch is a surprise — and her skin rises in goosebumps despite the humid evening. He takes her left breast into his mouth, kisses and sucks, then lifts his lips and blows across the oiled skin.

"Ahh!" The oil warms under his breath. Her breathing goes ragged.