She blushed harder. It was true. He really could see in the dark. “Do you mean you think it’s exciting?” she asked, her attention fracturing when he resumed playing with her breasts again with both hands.
“I think a responsive woman is exciting. I think a woman who isn’t afraid to explore her desires is exciting, yeah. I’d like to discover more things that excite you.” He took the weight of her breasts in his hands, lifted her and let her breasts go, immediately touching her again as if he wanted to feel the tremble in her flesh. He gave a grunt of arousal. “You’re very firm. Perfect shape,” he mused, sounding distracted. “What I’d like to do is spank your bottom with my hand, and then my cane, and see if I can’t make you come after that by playing with your nipples.”
Jennifer’s stroking fingers froze. It’d been like a flash of brilliant light in the darkness. Had she been hallucinating? He’d sounded so casual, so matter-of-fact. Her pussy had gone molten at his words. If another lover had mentioned it, she might have grown excited, but she wouldn’t have followed through. With Everett, for instance, she’d been too uptight about the idea of playacting during sex . . . of really losing herself in the moment. There really was something singular about John or this situation or both. She found herself fervently wishing she hadn’t been imagining his proposal.
“Jennifer?” She sensed him waiting for her response even though his hands were filled with her breasts, his forefingers curling around the crests, caressing the aching tips against his thumb.
“I . . .”
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to. We could just . . . talk about it?”
She laughed softly and resumed caressing the cords of muscle in his neck with her fingertips and subtly moved her hips in a circular motion, stroking his cock with her pussy. He gave a small grunt and she knew he’d appreciated her caress.
“Talking is nice,” she said breathlessly. “Doing is better, with the right person anyway. Maybe . . . maybe we can do both?”
His masterful fingers faltered for a moment.
“Are you sure?”
“I think so,” she said shakily.
He suddenly released her breasts and hugged her to him, tight. She gave a little squeak of surprise at the sudden gesture of warmth, but then returned his embrace wholeheartedly.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Not now. Not ever. You can tell me to stop at any moment and I will,” he said gruffly near her ear. “It’s just a little dare. To make you forget the darkness.”
She lifted her head and touched her forehead to his. She kissed his mouth. Their lips clung.
“I’ve already forgotten it, John,” she whispered against his lips and felt his smile. “What do you want me to do?”
“Hmmm,” he murmured, as if he considered her question with the seriousness a diplomat afforded world peace talks. His deep, gravelly purr made her pussy tingle. He released a breast. She heard him rustling in the coat that lay beneath them. A moment later, he surprised her by pressing his fingers against her lips. She parted them, and he deposited something cool and round on her tongue.
“An M&M,” she said, enjoying the sugary taste filling her mouth. “I must have been a good girl.”
“Nope.”
“No?”
He put his hand behind her head and brought her closer to him, speaking next to her ear.
“You’ve been caught in the act of eating candy. You’re a bad girl.”
Her eyebrows shot up as she caught on to his play. “Oh, yes. I . . . I forgot.”
“You know what happens to girls who get caught eating candy.”
“T
hey get sent to the principal’s office?” It surprised her to hear the genuine tremor of anxiety in the midst of her playacting.
“That’s right.”
She pressed forward several inches, brushing her bare breasts against John’s chest, thrilling to feel warm skin beneath the opening of his shirt. “And . . . are you principal?” she whispered.
“Don’t you recognize me?” She couldn’t quite read his deep voice, but she felt the tension rise in his body as she rubbed her breasts against him.
“I do, Sir. You scare me a little,” she said near his ear, excitement making her voice tremble. “You’re so tall and mean and . . . hard. And I’ve heard about what you do to girls in your office.”
“What I do to bad girls, you mean?” Jennifer smiled, because this time she heard both the rich amusement and arousal in his voice. Who would have known she would forget her naked fear so easily when talking dirty and playing games?