The Affair: Week 4 by Beth Kery Read Free Book Online

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    He withdrew his hand, and her underwear slipped back into place. Despite her embarrassment, she missed his touch. He picked up the vibrator from the bed. “Now this,” he said simply before he pushed down the elastic band of her underwear again. Holding one end of the U-shaped, slender vibrator, he pushed it between her thighs. Again, he watched her face as he inserted the tip into her channel, penetrating her several inches until the bottom of the U was pressed flush against her sex, the other tip lodged next to her clit. The vibrator remained in place.
    “Okay?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she said, feeling sweat pop out against her upper lip.
    “Good.” He picked up his discarded tie. “Put your hands in front of you. I’m going to bind them.”
    She followed his instructions, her heart chugging away in her chest. He looped the silk tie around her wrists and bound her with quick, expert precision. How many times had he bound a woman before? Was she crazy, for allowing this? Her anxious thoughts evaporated when he picked up the black scarf.
    “Just lower your head a little, and I’ll blindfold you,” he said gently.
    Even though he sat, and she stood, he was so tall that their heights weren’t that disparate. The last vision she had before the placed the silk scarf over her eyes, blinding her, was of his hot, gleaming eyes. Even though she could no longer see them a moment later as she straightened, the vision of them was burned into her mind’s eye.
    “I’m going to switch on the vibrator now.”
    She tensed and inhaled sharply as the instrument began to buzz, doing its job, stimulating both her clit and vagina. Her skin roughened at the illicit, mechanical caresses. Her nipples tightened.
    “You’re exceptionally sensitive.” His quiet, resonant voice rushed over her in the darkness. Her ears tuned in to the sound, made hyperalert by her blind state. “I’m going to turn it down a little.”
    Had he noticed the effect the vibrator had on her? He didn’t miss much of anything, she realized, feeling even more naked and vulnerable than she had before.
    And even more aroused.
    She heaved a sigh of mixed relief and deprivation when the vibrations diminished to a pleasant, tickling hum.
    “Now for the fun part,” he said, and she heard the bag rustling as he removed the package of mixed desserts. She turned her head, breathless to hear any clue of what was occurring. She heard a scraping sound—the carton being opened?—and then the crinkling of plastic. Perhaps he was removing some disposable utensils?
    “Okay. Challenge number one,” she heard him say. “Open your mouth.”
    The tingle in her clit segued to a simmer. She opened her lips, exposing her tongue. Ready. Waiting.
    Breathless.
    A fork slid across her tongue. She instinctively closed on the morsel of food he’d inserted. He withdrew the fork slowly as her tongue began to absorb the sweet decadence. Her mouth closed, exploring a soft, creamy texture and a thin shell of crispiness.
    “Hmmm,” she hummed appreciatively. She smiled. This one was easy.
    “Well?” he said, sounding warm and amused.
    She took her time before she swallowed. “Banana . . . and chocolate and the richest, yummiest cream I’ve ever eaten in my life.”
    Actually, it’d been the most delicious bite of any food she’d had in her life, period. Maybe it was the exquisitely prepared dessert, or maybe it was how primed Vanni had made her senses with his game, but that was the simple truth.
    “Very good. But just so you know, I gave you the easiest one first.”
    “But I got it right. I get another bite.” He didn’t immediately respond. She felt her nipples prickle in the silence that followed and wondered wildly if he stared at her there.
    “Yes. You do,” he said after a pause. “Open your mouth.”
    Knowing what it was that was coming didn’t diminish her pleasure. She closed her mouth, and again, he slowly withdrew the fork. He must have noticed