I chuckled, dropping a tender kiss on her shoulder. “Maybe. If you’re good for me, I’ll let you come.”
“I have been good.” She huffed, her petulance exaggerated and designed to goad me. Sofia really would have excelled in a Drama degree.
I grazed her ear with my teeth, my fingers flexing around her breast and hip. “I think you’re greedy too, belleza.” I hummed against her throat, and her skin pebbled beneath my lips. “I wonder how many orgasms I can force from your pretty little body before you beg me to stop.”
“Is there such a thing as too many orgasms?” she teased breathily.
“You tell me. You can count them for me until it’s too much.” I gripped her pussy, grinding my palm against her clit and dipping my fingers between her legs. “And then, I’ll take more. We don’t stop until I’m satisfied.”
Her low moan was purely wanton, and she shifted into my hand, offering herself to me. It was probably for the best that she couldn’t see my savage, merciless grin. My innocent little flower had no idea how she could suffer in ecstasy.
I withdrew my touch, and she whined at the loss.
“Not yet, greedy girl.” I nipped at her throat. “Present first. Orgasms later.”
I reached into my pocket and withdrew the length of black cloth I’d stashed there before we left the house this morning. I’d planned this little surprise a few days ago, and everything had been delivered and set up for her while I’d guarded her on campus.
I dropped the cloth over her eyes. She tried to twist away on instinct, but I knotted it firmly behind her head. My grip returned to her hip and breast, pinning her in place as she squirmed.
“Settle,” I commanded, tweaking her nipple through her thin cotton dress. “Trust me.”
She trembled and went still, submitting to my control.
Over the last week, I’d played increasingly kinky games with her, testing her responses and training her to please me. She’d been amply rewarded for her good behavior, and she’d loved every second of being tamed to suit my desires.
I took a few minutes longer to caress her, demonstrating my approval. Her head dropped back against my chest, and she sighed in contentment.
Sofia loved being my good girl.
“Are you ready for your present, dulzura?” My voice came out slow and deep, her intoxicating effect on my body profound and addicting.
“Yes, please,” she whispered, soft and pliant beneath my hands.
I finally stepped away from her, releasing her body so that I could capture her hand in mine.
“Come,” I urged, leading her where I wanted.
Her first steps were hesitant, nervous. With the blindfold robbing her sight, she was off-balance.
I rubbed my thumb over her palm. “I’ve got you,” I promised, continuing our progress through the house.
She steadied, putting her trust in me. I wouldn’t let her stumble and fall.
Warmth pulsed in the center of my chest, spreading outward through my body with each steady beat of my heart.
I walked slowly, savoring her complete reliance on me, her absolute surrender.
When we reached the new space I’d set up for her—transforming one of my useless guest bedrooms—I squeezed her hand and ordered her to stop.
I positioned myself beside her, hungry to study her expression when she saw what I’d procured for her.
I tugged at the knot on the blindfold, pulling it away from her face.
She squinted and blinked, her eyes taking a second to adjust to the light. As soon as the room came into focus, she gasped, her features going slack with wonder.
I’d purchased a baby grand piano and three guitars for her, so she could write her songs and practice at home. I wasn’t certain which guitar she would like best, so I’d gone with the most highly recommended options I’d found in my online research. I’d had plenty of time to arrange everything from the convenience of my smart phone while she attended her classes.
“You did this for me?” she asked, her voice small, as though she hardly dared to hope that the gifts were for her and that they didn’t come with conditions.
“And me,” I said truthfully. “I want to hear you sing every day.”
She flushed with pleasure, her radiant smile hitting me square in the chest. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I did,” I countered. “How else are you going to prepare for your gig if you can’t practice?”
Her brow furrowed. “My gig?”
I nodded. “I booked a show for you at a cocktail lounge. It’s not huge, but I think you’ll like the venue.”
“What?” she asked faintly, as though she couldn’t wrap her mind around what I was saying.
“I recorded you singing during your class last week. I contacted a few venues around town. This place offered the most money, so I booked it for you.”
I didn’t need to bribe anyone to secure a gig or a recording contract for Sofia. Her incredible talent would ensure a successful career. I was simply nudging her along.