Chapter Twelve

“Ignore it,” he commands.

I obey, and oddly, though I wonder briefly who was calling me at this hour, I’m able to let it go.

That’s so unlike me.

I can’t take my gaze off Braden. The glory of seeing him, concentrating on the beauty of his movements, entrances me.

He lowers his lips and gives my clit a quick nip.

I jerk wildly. I’m not supposed to be feeling, but how can I not? Still, I try to focus on what I see. Braden’s lips circled around my clit. He nips again and then once more. His tongue slides over my clit and downward until I can no longer see its movements.

What I can see? His eyes. His heavy-lidded, beautiful blue eyes, and they never leave mine.

He licks my folds, and still, I concentrate on his gaze. He’s focused—so focused—on me. How have I never noticed that before? How much it pleases him to give me pleasure?

Is he going to let me come tonight? And what if I do? Will that mean I’m disobeying him? Because I can’t come without feeling it. That’s completely impossible.

Still, he looks at me, slides his tongue inside me, and then forces a finger inside my channel.

He stops licking me, leaving my clit alone. I continue to do as he asks.

I look.

I see.

My juices glisten on his chin and lips. The muscles in his forearm tense and contract as he fingers me. His dick is hard between his legs.

Should I tell him what I see?

No, he told me not to talk.

How have I never before understood how powerful the sense of sight is? When I separate it from the other senses, it takes over, and my body responds. I pull at the bindings absently and then quickly remember to ease the tension.

I expect him to speak, but he doesn’t. Braden is normally very vocal during lovemaking, but then I realize what he’s doing. He told me not to hear, just to see. He’s helping me.

I smile, meeting his gaze. Though he doesn’t return the smile, he does withdraw his finger and swiftly moves to thrust his dick inside me. He reaches upward, bracing his hands on the headboard. No kiss. As much as I love a kiss when he fucks me, I won’t be getting one.

I can’t see anything when he kisses me.

He positioned us perfectly so I can look directly into his eyes as he fucks me, but I can also lift my neck and watch him going in and out of me.

And my God, it’s a beautiful sight.

His massive dick disappears fully inside my body, and though I feel so complete, I set that feeling aside and simply concentrate on the sight of him embedded inside me.

It’s intoxicating. Truly intoxicating.

He pulls out then, and I marvel at the length and thickness of him, that I can take him inside my body so comfortably, indeed so erotically.

He’s going slowly, which isn’t the norm for him. He’s doing it so I can watch. So I can see the beauty of our bodies coming together.

He doesn’t tell me to watch.

He no longer has to, because I cannot look away.

He pushes back into me slowly, holds our bodies together for a few seconds as I gaze into his eyes, and then he pulls out, again so slowly. I imprint the visual in my mind, the head of his cock teasing my lips, but then—

“Fuck it,” he grunts, and he thrusts into me hard.

Slowly is over, but still I watch as he pistons his hips and fucks me hard. One thrust, another, another, another, until—

He buries himself inside me so deeply, and though I’m not supposed to feel, I can’t help it. He pulsates inside me. I regard his face, perspiration emerging on his brow line and moistening his black hair. His eyes are closed, and a subtle shudder racks his body.

This is what Braden looks like when he comes. I’ve always known it, but I’ve never taken the time to appreciate it. To see it.

Until now.

He finishes his climax and then rolls off me. He rests on his back and closes his eyes, breathing rapidly.

Am I allowed to speak now? I’m supposed to be seeing, even though I long to lean over to Braden and press my lips to his forehead.

I’m bound, though, so I have no use of my arms or hands. My hips are still elevated, and without my arms, I can’t move the little stool.

So I watch him. I do as instructed. I see him.

His body shines with a subtle glimmer of perspiration, and his cock is still semi-hard. He keeps his eyes closed, and his breath comes in rapid puffs. Minute by minute, it slows down until he’s breathing normally, his eyes still closed.

I realize how hard he worked to give me this. To arrange our positioning so that I could see every aspect of our lovemaking.

And I think I love him even more.

A soft snore drifts out of his mouth. Braden is asleep, but he didn’t unbind me. He also didn’t tell me I could speak. So now what? I can sleep like this, but eventually I’m going to need to get up to go to the bathroom.

Luckily, I’m flexible. I stretch my leg over and nudge Braden’s calf with my toes. Nothing. I do it again, this time getting a response.

His eyes pop open. “Skye?”

I nod.

He smiles—that wide smile that is the sweetest reward because I see it so rarely. “You may speak now.”

“That was amazing, Braden, but I don’t think I can sleep tied up like this.”

“I’d never expect you to.” He sits up and deftly unhooks me.

I shake my arms out and rub my wrists.

“You aren’t chafed, are you?”

“I don’t think so. Just a little stiff.”

“You did really well,” he says. “Did you enjoy it?”

I nod. “I did. I really did.”

“Does that surprise you?”

“A little. It was hard to turn off my other senses, especially the feeling part. But when I forced myself to, I was able to see the beauty that exists between us. And it was beautiful, Braden.”

“Sex isn’t all about orgasms, Skye.”

How well I know. I never experienced an orgasm until Braden, and he isn’t always generous about doling them out for me. Which, oddly enough, turns me on even more.

“Where did you learn all this?” I ask.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the bondage. The sensory perception and deprivation. Everything you do. You’ve opened my eyes to so much.”

“You’re probably thinking I have some elaborate answer to that question,” he says. “But I don’t. I enjoy sex. I enjoy kink. I enjoy being dominant in the bedroom, and I enjoy showing my partner pleasure.”

“But you’ve shown me things I’ve never imagined.”

“That’s because I see the big picture. There’s more to sex than cock in pussy. A lot more. And Skye, we’ve only just begun.”