I flinched when he suddenly blew out almost cold air against my breast. It was cold enough that I felt it trickle through my top and make my already hardening nipples rock hard. I was highly confused for a second on how he had the mysterious power to change the temperature of air coming out of his mouth, but then I realized he must have just been compressing his lips.
It wasn’t just hot, it was thrilling. I was tied up tightly enough that I knew the only way I was getting out of this situation was chewing off my own arms or if Landon let me out. Whether I liked it or not, I was at his mercy. Maybe that could’ve made me feel objectified or violated, but it made me feel more like a prize—like the kind of sexy, man slaying vixen I absolutely was not.
When he started to kneel and breathe his way down my stomach, I could see a glimpse of him from under my towel, as long as I tilted my head back and looked straight down.
I wasn’t ready for the sight of Landon kneeling with his mouth hovering just millimeters from my skin on its slow path down to my belly button and below. I definitely wasn’t ready to see how much he appeared to be enjoying himself, or the clear bulge pressing against his board shorts.
Was he going to actually do his little blowing act between my legs? And would I be able to resist ruining the moment by thanking him for the blow job? These were all highly important, desperate questions running through my head.
All those questions evaporated as soon as I felt the puff of warmth on my inner thighs. With a single breath of air, all the good sense and logic were blasted out of my system. All that was left was the overpowering urge to throw my legs around his neck and bury his face between my—
Get a hold of yourself, Andi. Sure, I’d apparently made a slight miscalculation by letting myself get into this situation to begin with, but that didn’t mean I had to let him win. All I had to do was ask him to stop. Politely, kindly insist that he untie me, and stop making my whole body hum with that gorgeous sense of white hot bliss he was blowing between my legs.
I laid my head back against the lockers, bit my lip, and wrapped my fingers around the string holding my hands together. In a few minutes, I was definitely going to give him a piece of my mind. Just a few more minutes.
The door to the locker room opened. “I couldn’t find anyone waiting outside, so I’ve got my hand over my eyes if anyone is in here,” a guy called out. “The men’s room is unlocked. So, uh, when you guys are done doing… that. Yeah,” he added, then the door closed again.
My heart was pounding even harder at the thought of someone walking in on us. It also cemented that this was, in fact, real.
I’d been hovering in this zone of disbelief, and the sound of that door had snapped me out of the haze in an instant.
“Did we just get caught?” I asked.
“Yes.” Landon said. “Sort of. But that doesn’t mean we have to stop.”
I didn’t want to stop, but I needed to. Any longer, and I wouldn’t be able to stop. I’d be his, and I knew it. “Actually, I really need to pee,” I said. It wasn’t entirely a lie. I’d sipped down a mega sized cup of Diet Coke while we were waiting to be let into the dolphin area, and my not-so-mega sized bladder was about to throw in the towel. I did a little headbanging motion until the towel fell from my face, giving me a tantalizing look at Landon, who was still on his knees with his face right there.
“You need to pee?” he asked.
“Yes?”
Landon gave me a dry look. “It’s fine,” he said, standing and reaching to untie the knots holding my hands together. “The goosebumps on your skin told me all I needed to know. That, and the way you were trying to press your hips into my face.”
“If that’s what you want to think,” I said. “Or maybe I just enjoyed the thought of relieving myself on your head.”
“Interested in urine play. Noted,” he said clinically. Then he took my wrists and turned them over. He ran his thumb across the slight indentation from where I’d been leaning into the ropes. “These shouldn’t bruise,” he said absently. “You have very delicate skin, though. You may want to apply some lotion when you get home.”
He caught me giving him a puzzled look, then shrugged a little. “Part of being a good dom is leaving no mark,” he said.