Chapter 9

CHAPTER

NINE

ALIDA

Will I regret this?

Yes.

No.

Maybe.

Fuck, I don’t know.

But it’s too late to turn back. At least, I’m not letting myself chicken out now that I’m standing in a silk robe that barely covers my ass cheeks. At Fox’s request, there’s nothing underneath it and the kiss of cool air against my skin is…exhilarating. My heart races, too many emotions to pin them all down. But there’s definitely a fear, excitement, and anticipation cocktail happening throughout my entire body.

“You’re sure this is what you want for Christmas, Alida?” Fox stands behind me, combing back my long hair to expose my ear.

“I told you it was.” I’ve been thinking about this ever since he made the claim at the mansion. But that mistletoe induced kiss has only heightened my desire to make this fantasy a reality. Though I’ve yet to dig into the reason Fox was at the auction, I know he wouldn’t have received an invitation if he wasn’t talented where a woman’s pleasure was concerned.

“You need to trust me. Because if you don’t?—”

“I trust you, Fox.” Though I haven’t spent a lot of time with him, I’ve always known I could trust him. Even three years ago. My brother was shockingly good at reading people. If he put his trust in Fox, I can too. And that’s enough thoughts about my brother . “Do we need a safe word or something?” I joke.

“Do you want a safe word? It’s just one flick of my tongue. I doubt you’ll have much opportunity to use it.”

“I’m good.”

“I’m going to blindfold you,” he says against my ear.

The control freak inside me tries to rear her objectionable head, but I shove her right back down. When I took that silk blindfold from the mansion of sex horrors, I secretly hoped I’d find an opportunity to use it. I just didn’t think it’d happen so soon. “Okay.”

He lowers the black silk scarf to my eyes from behind, pressing it gently against my eyes. My body tingles, suddenly more aware of every sensation, scent, and noise. My nipples pebble in anticipation.

“One more thing,” he says, pulling the blindfold away, his arms dropping to the tops of my shoulders.

“Yeah?”

“You have to do exactly as you are told. I know that’s a problem area for you.”

“Then don’t tell me to do anything stupid.”

“Alida?”

“Just this once, I’ll promise to do what you say. But don’t get used to it.”

The blindfold returns, the anticipation doubling.

“Oh, there is one more thing,” he says, pulling the blindfold away again.

“Fox, I swear?—”

“Just kidding,” he whispers against my ear, his breath tickling as he replaces the blindfold and finally ties the damn thing behind my head. “All you need to do now is relax, enjoy, and try not to be too loud.”

Thankfully our room is upstairs and on the opposite side of the cabin as all the others, but that doesn’t mean sound doesn’t travel. I make a mental note to keep the moans to a minimum. If there are moans. I’m still skeptical about this one flick of the tongue thing. How could that possibly be enough?—

“Alida, turn your brain off, m’kay?”

“I’m trying.”

I feel the absence of Fox’s heat behind me. I ball my fists at my sides, forcing myself to leave the blindfold in place. He told me to trust him. I can trust him. Several agonizing seconds go by, only the creaking of the floorboards alerting me to his nearby presence.

The hair on the back of my neck is lifted, and warm breath teases my sensitive skin. The simple sensation causes a ripple of electricity from my neck clear to my toes.

Fox takes his time, caressing me with his breath—on the back of my neck, the shell of my ear, my cheek. There’s nothing rushed as he switches sides, sweeping my hair away from my neck again as though by magic.

“Take a step back,” he instructs.

I expect my back to collide with his chest, but there’s only cool air.

Suddenly he’s in front of me, teasing me with his breath from my cheeks down to the hollow of my neck.

I feel a tug on the tie of my robe. I’m hyper aware when it falls open and suck in a breath. I can’t see Fox’s reaction to my nakedness. What if he’s repulsed? I’ve been known to stress eat donuts like they’re being discontinued. Knock it off, Alida. You have a rocking curvy body. You fucking love it. That’s all that matters.

“Fuck, Alida,” Fox hisses, the intonation of his voice proof that he doesn’t give one fuck about the donuts.

He continues to tease me with that wickedly delicious breath, the sensation slowly dropping between my breasts. The robe covers my boobs, and I itch to shrug out of it. I want to feel that damn seductive breathing on my nipples.

“Alida,” Fox says in warning. “You need to stand perfectly still. I’ll take your robe all the way off when I’m ready.”

Wetness that’s been pooling between my legs threatens to drip down my leg. How can words and breath be this much of a turn on? Or maybe it’s the blindfold heightening all my other senses. I gasp as hot breath trails down to my belly button. God, he’s so fucking close to my center.

But before he teases me there, the breath trails upward.

“Dammit,” I grumble.

Fox laughs, a low quiet rumble, sending a quiver straight to my core. This blindfold is wild. Maybe these sex auction BDSM fans know a thing or two I don’t.

One shoulder of my robe slips away, and I swear I can damn near feel his lips against the invisible hairs of my skin. He catches the silk at my elbow, refusing to let it fall all the way off. But enough has dropped to expose one tit to him.

Though I’m certain that one flick of the tongue comment is reserved for my pussy, I’m willing to bet he could make me come with one flick of the tongue to my nipple right now. It’s all so fucking sensitive. Hot breath hovers over my nipple. Are those teeth scraping the very tip? The sensation is too light to pin down, but fuck if it doesn’t make me wetter.

Silk slips across my skin, falling away from the opposite shoulder, and Fox gives the other side the same treatment. Before he reaches my nipple, however, I feel a tug that pulls the sleeves of the robe taught against my elbows. As though he’s holding it in place.

“Fuck, Alida. Your tits are amazing.”

“So you’re a boob guy.”

He goes quiet, and I wonder if I’ve broken the rules by speaking. Though I don’t remember being told to not talk. Just when I’m about to ask, I feel that hot breath against my ear. “I’m an Alida guy,” he says in a near growl.

It’s probably all part of the act. Part of what’s necessary to get me to come apart when his tongue finally touches me. Act or not, those words are fucking effective. I want to believe them, and for this single experience, I give myself permission to do just that. My core tingles in response.

His grip on my robe sleeves loosens, and the whole thing falls to floor.

Exposing all of me to him.

I’m so fucking glad I got that wax, at Janelle’s insistence.

“I really enjoy a bare pussy,” he says, the breath of his words trailing down my stomach, as though reading my mind.

“Good to know it was worth the seventy-five bucks and half an hour of torture I endured.”

Fox chuckles, but I can’t feel the breath of it. If it weren’t for the heat radiating off him against my legs, I couldn’t be certain he was nearby. “I need you to widen your stance, Alida.”

“I could just lay on the bed?—”

“You’re not in charge, sweetheart. Now widen your stance and spread that pussy open so I can better appreciate the torture you endured.”

My body pulses in anticipation.

This is it.

Any second now, Fox will flick my pussy with his magical tongue, and I’ll be shot into another universe. Or so I hope. Why is it so fucking hot to spread my legs, knowing this rugged ex-military mountain man is admiring my most sensitive feature?

His hot breath teases my inner thighs. “My, my this is such a nice pussy.” His breath trails closer to my core, making me desperate for his touch. “I bet it tastes so fucking sweet.”

“Why don’t you lick it and find out?”

“Don’t rush me, Alida. I might have to stop.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

He chuckles, his voice low and rumbling. I can practically feel the vibration of it against my center.

My legs begin to wobble, the strain of this open stance hard to hold indefinitely. Damn you, donuts . I lift up on my tiptoes just long enough to give my tense muscles a break and then lower my heels to the plush carpet again. His beard ever so lightly brushes my inner thigh. He pulls away instantly, but dammit if I don’t want to seek him out again. I want so desperately to be touched .

“Take two steps backward. Until you feel the bed against the back of your legs.” He waits while I shuffle back. “Good, now sit back. Leave your legs draped over the edge of the bed and spread them wide for me.”

When I’m finally in the position he wants, my pussy practically hangs off the edge of the bed. This has to be it. The moment I’ll explode into sexual confetti. Remember to keep your voice down. Hot breath swirls above my clit, and I whimper. I’ve never been so desperate to experience a release.

“Fox, you’re killing me.”

“There are worse ways to go,” he teases.

“I guess?—”

A firm, wet sensation swirls against my clit once, and I lose it.

My vision goes even blacker behind the blindfold.

Hands press to my thighs, spreading me wider. “Fuck it. I proved my point,” Fox growls, fusing his mouth to my pussy as I come apart so fucking hard.

I grab a pillow to muffle my cries as my orgasm seems to go on forever. What the fuck is this sorcery, and can I make it never stop? Tingling ripples through my body, clear to my toes, as my core violently rocks against Fox’s face, that fucking beard enhancing the pleasure in a way I could not have predicted.

I yank the blindfold off, just in time to watch Fox drag his tongue firmly and fully up my sensitive pussy one last time before he hops to his feet and backs away.

“You win Christmas,” I say with a sated laugh, my eyes immediately drawn to the bulge in his jeans. “I don’t even care that you broke the rules.” I prop myself up on my elbows, still aware I’m spread wide open on the edge of the bed. If he just tugged down that zipper, he could bury that cock inside me now. “Since we’re already breaking rules, why don’t you let me return the favor?”

“Shit,” he hisses, his expression turning blank. Unreadable. I try to tamp down the panic. What the hell is going on? “I—I have to take care of something.”

“Let me take care of it.”

“I have to go.” Fox flies out of the room, the door quickly closing behind him.

Confusion turns to anger in a heartbeat.

“Now what?” I ask to the empty room.

I didn’t peg Fox for the fuck ‘em and leave ‘em type. But it’s not like I really know this man, is it?