My English Muffin (Interracial Romance BWWM Black Woman White Man) by Lena Skye Read Free Book Online

I couldn’t help but laugh about the situation. My lover looked at me confused. “Why are you laughing? Did I say something wrong?”
    “No, no. I’m just happy.” I told him.
    The concern cleared off of his face. “That’s wonderful news.”
    “I know,” I was still giggling.
    He leaned in and kissed me. “Want to try something new Mimi?”
    I felt an intense arousal flash the moment he said that. It was just the way he said it. The implication was prevalent through the entire sentence. “Sure.” I responded with a small voice.
    “ Strip.” He commanded me. As I removed my clothes he sat back in the chair like a villain out of a movie and watched me. He had a slight disinterested look on his face. I was feeling a little nervous. “Turn.” He ordered me again. I turned around and felt a blindfold slip over my eyes. He secured it well.
    “ You’re not going to kill me are you?” I asked, only half joking.
    “ No, love. I won’t kill you. You just have to trust me.” He whispered into my ear as he led me into the room. This was really exciting.
    He led me to the edge of the bed and told me to sit down. It seemed like forever that I heard him rustling around the room. It sounded like he was searching for something. Each movement he made caused a flutter in my groin. It was incredibly erotic. After what seemed like hours waiting on the edge of the bed I was instructed to lie down. Gently my arms were drawn up in front of me. I felt fur wrap around both of my wrists. I felt the weight of what I believed were cuffs as they were fully wrapped around my wrists. I could hear the clink of the chain hitting the metal buckle. He pushed my hands up above my head and climbed off the bed. I don’t know what he was doing, but for a long while the room was silent.
    I couldn’t feel him on the bed, and I didn’t hear any shuffling around the room. From all I could tell he was just staring at me as laid on the bed, tied up and blindfolded. The anticipation was a huge turn on.
    Finally he touched me. It was a light fluttering touch that was on my stomach. I loved the slight tickling sensation that it gave me. “Tell me now, Maria, are you enjoying yourself?” He asked in a hissing whisper. I could feel the hot breath rushing past my ear and the touch of his chin graze my arm and shoulder.
    “Yes.”
    “ Good, because I plan on keeping you at my mercy all night long.” I could hear him smiling at me. 
    His voice made this situation much more erotic. It was amazing how much more dominating his accent made him. He sounded like an evil British man that had taken me hostage. It was crazy how hot this entire time was. I couldn’t help but moan a little. It was an amazing experience. He hadn’t even touched me, not really. A few light flutters or minor touches and the man already had me moaning. I had never done this before. I had never even thought that this would be so damn erotic. This man was irresistible.
    He didn’t say anything else. He started to touch me. His hands roamed over every bare inch of me. He cupped my breasts and began to suck on one of my nipples. I sucked in my breath as I felt the nibbling start. “Have you ever done anything like this before?” He asked me, pulling his mouth away from my chest for a moment.
    “ No, never.” I couldn’t say anything without moaning and it just seemed to drive him on.
    He continued to explore my body, this time kissing and nibbling all over. My breasts, my thighs, my stomach, all of these were vulnerable to his assault. He was so calm about it, taking his time with each touch. Letting his fingers impression linger on my skin, he was teasing me. Hearing the sounds that I made just made him work harder pushing my buttons, he was driving me crazy and he knew it. I felt his touch, his mouth, his body move against mine. I couldn’t see a thing, but I could hear and feel so much.
    “On your knees.” The gentle words held the authority of an order. “Off the