My teeth tugged my lip in frustration and excitement as I sat still, using all the hearing sense I could.

It was so quiet that the faint whistle in my ear began, but instead of making nose, I stayed put. Letting the only noise register to be my breath.

Darkness surrounded me, its once scariness and threat of danger had turned into something much more. Now the darkness was anticipation, patience and most of all, trust.

My back was bare, in fact I was almost completely bare, except for a lingerie set, one Zak had chosen.. A cool fingertip traced down my spine, making me shiver and goosebumps to coat my skin. A hint of a smile played my lips and the urge to giggle presented itself as I now realised he was back with me.

The soft black satin blindfold cancelled out all visual aspects, leaving my other senses to heighten. But if I wasn't sure of who was here, my nose picked up, analysed and evaluated that Zak was here. His cologne acting as a sedative to calm me, allowing me to relax.

All of this was new to me and a part of me wondered if this was new for him too. But if it wasn't, then I was okay with that, it would mean he could guide me. I'd be a liar if I said I had never heard of dominating and submitting. A part of me wanted to be the dominate one, but deep down, I knew I would submit to him. I had read those books, the billionaire and his virgin. Whilst it intrigued me, I also found it a little.... Abusive?  If that was the word to use. Compared to the other books I have read which have entailed much of the same activities, nothing was as.. Twist and dark? As those books felt at times.

But maybe that was a part of the fairytale? The damaged boy, now strong assertive man. The feeble woman.

But now? This felt different. What we were doing, it felt different. There wasn't a serious vibe present, we were playing and he knew I was enjoying it.

Hearing the joints in his body pop as he lowered himself to the floor, I bit back a grin.  He was coming closer..

Heat flushed my face and the smell of leather, spice and fruit filled my nose greedily.

"If only you could see how gorgeous you look right now.." Zak whispered. His lips touching mine through his words making me jut my chin out slightly, wanting his lips to be fully on mine.

A low chuckle sounded and I felt the warmth move away. He was like the sun, his body warmth rolling off and onto me when he was close, and whilst I enjoyed that notion, I didn't enjoy the seconds he moved away, letting the coldness come back and bite me.

"Do you trust me?" He asks softly.

I nod.

"Words. Leah."

"Yes. I trust you." I state before smiling at his soft praise, in form of a finger trailing across my jaw.

My body shifted slightly, itching for me to reach out, feel his body, his skin, his warmth. But I settle again, reminding myself that this was a game. This was playful, this was feeling my curiosity.

"Open your mouth."

I part my lips slowly and wait. A smell comes close to me, it's familiar but I don't register the scent until I've bitten down on the object placed against my mouth for me to eat.

The sweetness across my tongue makes my fingers clench and unclench. It's fresh, cold and simply gorgeous.

"What a beautiful strawberry." I comment.

"This is so erotic.." Zak speaks near me. I smile and flex my fingers again.

This time, there's a twist, it's the same sweet smell of the strawberry, but the second it graces my lips, I know there's a difference. My tongue slips out and seeks the difference out, the texture is smooth, almost fluffy but not in the hair sense. More of a creamy sense...

Strawberries and cream!

I almost ravish Zak's fingers when I feel it against my mouth and compliment the two with a healthy moan.

"Gently.." He advises as I feel a soft nudge on my bottom lip. I open my mouth and the second I feel the object on my tongue, I seal my lips around it.

The sweet and smoothness of the cream was accompanied by a slight saltiness that I knew was his finger. I whirled my tongue around before pulling it from my lips slowly hearing him hiss slightly.

"You're enjoying this too much." I comment.

"You have no idea.. Bite."

I sink my teeth into another strawberry, but this time the sweetness is levelled with a little bitter and creaminess. It's thick and extraordinary..

Chocolate. He's made me chocolate dipped strawberries.

"Gently now.."

The routine itself was perfect, swapping between slightly aggressive bites and pure erotic suckling. I'm almost ready to pull this damn blindfold off... When his tongue delves into my mouth.

Flavours erupt in my mouth from his, every item seemed to have been enhanced across his tongue as he kissed me.

Instinctively my hands reached up and held his face, feeling the stubble scratch my fingers and chin slightly. His warm hand burning a trail as it ran along my thigh, squeezing it appreciatively.

His mouth moved onto my jaw and throat as I took a shaky breath at the air, holding onto him incase he moved away in some cruel trick.

"Oh god." I whispered as my head rolled back giving him full access to my throat.

"It's all me. Not him." His warm breath caressed my neck as he replied.

"I can't wait."

"You can." He added as his lips curved against my skin.

"No. No I can't. Please."

"How?"

My mind stalled. How? How what? How was I so hot and bothered? How was I feeling? How was the sky blue? 

"How do you want to continue?" He queried, sensing my confusion, or probably reading it on my face.

I reached or brazenly and found his body before running my hands down and finding him more than ready to comply with any commands that came.

"Now. Right now. Hard, fast. Slow, gentle. I don't care. Just now!"

"As you wish.."

Oh I did wish. I wished and wis—!

His body almost tackled mine to the floor, the carpet welcomed my back as his body covered mine. My fingers gripped his shirt and pulled making him remove it with haste. My back arched as his hands ran up my skin, grabbing it in need before he took hold of my underwear and removed it. I took the opportunity to undo the black and red lace bra and toss it aside.

My blood ignited as his lips kissed, his tongue lapped and teeth bit at my skin until his mouth settled on mine. My legs hooking over his hips, ready for him.

As his tongue duelled with mine, I threaded my fingers through his hair, tugging at the black strands making him growl.

His hands left my body, before cementing around my wrists and pinning my arms above my head and into the carpet.

"Oh god please." I whimpered wanting and needing more.

One of his hands secured both of my wrists whilst the other tore off the blindfold. My eyes blinked before settling on his face. His eyes dark, possessive and demanding.

Then his hips moved, his body sank into mine, stealing the air from my lungs and making my back arch.

"It's me. Not God. Only me." He growled before his mouth collided with mine. I moaned into his throat as he pulled back and thrust in again.

His hand holding my wrists let go, in favour of threading his fingers through mine. "You drive me crazy, Leah. Every inch of you."

And tonight was the night I realised, that I had a freaky side... But so did he.

.....

If you told me after the aftermath of the past two years, that I'd wake up happy and content, I'd call you a bare faced liar.

But this morning, I woke to light kisses on my bare skin, a hand tracing my spine and a pair of grey and blue eyes watching me intently. They sparkled slightly when they recognised that I was now awake.

"Morning beautiful." He whispered making me smile.

"Hey handsome."

A grin was sent my way, exposing his perfect white teeth.

"So last night...." He trailed off. Needing no other details on how we made love until I finally pushed him away to take a breather, only to welcome sleep instead.

"I really enjoyed it. It was... Amazing."

Did he? Enjoy it? Was it too weird?

"I loved every second." He spoke as if he was confirming my thoughts. His answer set me at ease quickly.

"But?" I probed feeling a little more on the horizon.

"But I will turn down ideas if I'm not comfortable.. So don't ask me to duct tape you to the ceiling or any shit like that."

I giggled "I think I'm comfortable with staying off the ceiling, and walls."

"Good. Because although it's enjoyable, I don't want you getting hurt." He answered making me nod in understanding.

"No weird shit. I promise, I was just curious.." I reply nuzzling into the softness of the pillow.

"You're allowed to be. So, whilst I've been watching you rest—"

"Slightly creepy." I teased.

"— admiring you." He continued "I decided today, we will do something a little different."

"And what do you have in mind?"

His hand runs over my hip as back up "Anything that doesn't include sex."

I frown. "Why? Did I.. Did I do something?"

"No, heavens no. I just want to do other things than bang your brains out. I'm not complaining, really. I'm not. But I don't want you to think that is all you are here for. You're more than that."

My heart fizzles "Okay."

"You okay with that?" He asks for assurance.

I nod "Absolutely. So long as I finally get a private tour around the museum by the owner himself."

He smiles "I can do better than just a tour."

"I'm all ears."

"How about an all access, no room barred private tour by myself, personally?"

"You know how to make me blush." I laugh.

"And the sweetener?"

I glance at him.

"You get to wear my hat."

I grin wickedly "When do we leave?"

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Writing sensual stuff is kinda hard sometimes. 😅 Meh.