Chapter 7

Seven

Amethyst

T ears well in my eyes, but the blindfold absorbs them.

Jewel.

Just hearing that word makes me want to curl up in a ball and forget about love.

"Look at how beautiful you are, precious. My treasure. You are special and unlike any other woman."

My heavy breasts break from the confining velvet. My stranger pulls the scrap of cloth from my body, and I can only assume he tosses it aside. Wearing only heels and a blindfold I can do nothing but let the heat of his wandering gaze caress over my newly-formed ample curves. He growls deeply and then hot, hungry lips play over the tips of my breasts. My hard peaks love the way his tongue curls over them. Strong fingers work the plumpness as he suckles.

I moan uncontrollably. Heat blooms over my cheeks at finding pleasure from another man's touch.

The hard ridge of his cock presses into my thigh as he laves and teases my nipples.

"There's nothing special about me. Trust me."

Teeth bite into the tender flesh and every muscle in me clenches. I shudder and sink my hands into the man's hair.

"Oh!" My mouth falls open with a throaty gasp and like I'm tied to a puppeteer's strings, my back arches off the bed.

"You're special and I'm going to prove it to you tonight and then again tomorrow. Even if I have to pay again and again."

I'm pulled off the bed and helped to my feet. Hands run up the length of my bare legs and settle on the flesh of my ass. "If there was a way I could keep you for myself permanently, I would gladly replace your last name with mine." He rises, takes my arm, and kisses his way to my hand. He turns my hand over and traces my lifeline with the tip of his tongue and I swear to the heavens above, he might as well have licked my clit.

I inhale sharply and drop my head to his shoulder. An arm comes around me and I'm pulled flush against a man who wants me to know how turned on he is by a blindfolded woman. The long girth of his arousal presses into the crease of my ass. I hate to admit it, but I'm turned on, too.

"Tomorrow? That's not in the contract."

Gulp.

I can't do two nights of this. Can I? His lips are beside my ear. It's one way of having Oliver again. In my mind anyway.

"We'll see, precious. Money buys me a lot of things and I want you."

I feel myself throwing on the mental brakes, but my body is so starved for the touch of a lover, I can feel the drip of hot juices slipping from my core. Call it pregnancy hormones or whatever, but I'm horny and have been for months with no release.

"Let's just get through the night, please. I don't want to deal with tomorrow's problems just yet." I work hard to keep the tremble out of my voice, but even I hear the flush of arousal coloring every syllable.

My stranger rumbles with a dark chuckle against my throat. He kisses the slope of my neck as his hands gather the heavy weight of my breasts. He works the flesh with an expert touch that has my senses wrecked. I shudder and fuck if I don't turn my head a fraction to give him better access. His lips find the pulse point just below my left ear and when he draws on it with the slightest pressure, my knees grow weak.

He takes my weight in his arms and for a moment I don't feel like I'm carrying the problems of my world anymore.

"Are you in a hurry to get back to your husband? Does he know where you are?"

"I wouldn't know. He doesn't live with me." The truth of my confession stings.

"This isn't an immaculate conception."

My stranger tightens his hold on me and settles his hands on either side of my belly and cradles me to him. My emotions teeter between sadness and wanting to rage with the amount of pent-up anger rolling through me. I want it to be Oliver holding me like this and yet here this stranger is giving me what I desperately crave. I can't treat him like a stand-in. I'm not a monster.

"It's okay, precious. You can put your hands on mine. Is this what you wish for? For your man to hold you and touch your body like this?"

"Yes," I admit shamefully. "But he doesn't want me."

"Your husband?"

I nod. "Yes." Tears threaten to stain my blindfold. "You smell like him. You must use the same cologne. It's rich, dark, and lingers on the senses like yours."

"What makes you think Oliver doesn't want you?"

I stiffen.

"Don't be surprised I know his name, Amethyst."

He's right.

"We went to sleep one night and the next I woke up to his ring on my bedside table and he was gone. The message was clear. He moved on to something better or maybe he has another lover. I would have done anything to make him happy if only he would have talked to me. But he didn't, so here we are." I lift a shoulder with a shrug of indifference, but my heart is broken.

My stranger fingers the chain around my neck. "These rings?"

I nod, unable to speak for a moment.

"I see."

There's a long pause and I swear I can feel the muscles in my stranger's body grow taut. He relaxes after a minute and then asks, "Do you wish I was him right now?"

"I do. I hope you don't hate me for saying that."

"Then use me, precious. For one night pretend I am him and use me." Hands caress over me, touching, massaging, and teasing my senses past uncontrollable territory and into the unknown. I've never been with another man. Oliver was my first and only. After tonight that will no longer be true.

"I've been so lonely."

"You won't be tonight or any other night, if I have anything to do with it."

My smile is slow. "You paid for one night. I can promise you that." Though, I have to admit to myself, it breaks my heart and excites me all the same. I don't know how to dissect that, but I can worry about the state of my mental health later.

My stranger trails the tips of his finger over the sides of my breasts and then his touch travels lower. He slowly spreads my legs with a firm hand to my inner thigh. My head falls back to his shoulder, and I shudder in his hold when his fingers find my smooth folds.

"Did your husband touch you like this, precious? Did he stroke you into climaxing for him and then sink his cock into you slow and hard? Or did he savor your sweetness with his tongue first?" With my eyes covered, I rely on my other senses. Notes of longing linger on this man's voice. Is he pretending I am another woman? Does he crave the touch of a woman he loves yet can't have?

"Yes. All the above," I whisper between us. "Just like that. He loved doing everything to me. He never did the same thing twice. Or I thought he loved to do everything to me. I…I don't know anymore."

"Stay here with me, precious. Tell me what you loved about how he pleasured you." His tone is soothing, and his touch is gentle.

I wet my lips and take a calming breath. "He loved to use his mouth on me. He used to swear he couldn't get enough of the taste of me. I never understood."

"Did he tell you how you tasted of heaven and sin? Did he ever tell you that one taste of you and you left him ruined and out of control?"

"Yes." Heat inside me roars to rival molten lava. Not from the words my stranger whispers next to my ear, but the way his fingers spear through my wet folds and then slip through my warm channel as he speaks.

I rise to the tips of my toes and meld into him. My arm hooks around his neck and I arch into his touch.

"Oliver," I gasp and let the fantasy take over. "Touch me. Make me come for you," I pant softly as he works my clit.

"Yes, just like that. I've missed you so much. Yes!" I place my hand on his and help him finger fuck me until my reality fades into my fantasy. I rock my hips. He keeps the pace slow as I take my pleasure and then, "God! Yes, Oliver!" My core clenches and the first orgasm I've had in a long time explodes inside me and I scream. Hot liquid spills to wet my folds and my thighs. But he doesn't let up. Instead, he uses the pad of two fingers to tease and press them against my throbbing clit.

Smack.

I scrunch my eyes closed and let my body feel. Fingers twist into my hair. My world blurs. I scream again and this time I buck against his hold.

Smack.

Jolts of electricity shoot through me and touch every nerve ending in my body.

"Oliver, I can't come again. I can't." I cup my breasts and pinch the tips and just as he spanks my pussy again, milk wets my nipples. Between each attack on my senses, he strokes my nub and purrs sweet, beautiful words in my ear.

"Let me see if I can resist temptation."

He pulls his finger from my pussy and then I hear the sexiest sound I've ever heard. He suckles my juices from his finger. "Are you—" Heat washes over me. I know what I am hearing but I still ask.

"Yes, precious," my stranger growls. "And your husband is right. You are too hard to resist."

I reach for the blindfold, but my hand is taken away. "No. Live here in the moment with me. Reality waits for us both in a few hours, but not yet."

I'm panting.

I take my hand away and let him guide it to my side.

"Wait for me. I know what those pretty nipples need."

I track the sound of his movements as my stranger walks across the room. There's silence and then a door opens. To the closet, if memory serves. A few more seconds and he's at my side again. This time he has something in his hands. He drags the cold tip over the heated flesh of one breast before moving to the next. I gasp softly and I admit, I'm ashamed by the moan that comes from my lips. I arch into the feel of cold against all my heat.

"What are you doing to me?" I'm afraid of the answer. This is so easy when I think of him as Oliver.

"Tell me your darkest desire, Amethyst."

"I—"

"Before you start," he cuts in. "Go ahead and tell me the lie you are about to tell. Get it out of your system and then I want you to tell me the darkest truth. It will stay here between us. What dirty little secrets does that beautiful brain hold. Something you crave but could never ask for. Do as I ask, and I'll give you a gift."

My brain freezes. The only fantasy I have is to be in my husband's arms. Trembles work up my legs and it's only a second or two before my hands shake.

"I don't have fantasies unless you call wanting my husband's hands on me again a fantasy."

Two fingers take a nipple and the mystery man with the sexy voice purrs, "Is that all you can dream of?" Warm lips replace the fingers, and he drags the hard peak into a wet, warm mouth.

My head falls back, and my mouth opens with a moan. But the pleasure doesn't last long. A sharp pain and pressure replace the gentle suckling.

"Oh, God!" My head flies up and I try to reach for the source of the pain, but he catches my hand.

"Wait for it, precious. Lean into the pain and wait for the pleasure to come." Strong fingers wrap around the ample weight of my breast and whatever magic he works on my flesh has my pussy walls clenching. He takes those hands to the other and repeats the same movements.

The pain is sharp and then a warmth blooms.

"Jewels for the most precious of jewels. These nipple clamps look beautiful on you as I knew they would. Have you ever wanted to pierce them for your husband?"

I reach for the nipple clamps and feel the shape. "I love butterflies."

"They are made of amethysts and shine as brightly as you. Now answer me."

He's moving again as he speaks. Hinges grind. There's a shuffling of something and then I can feel his heat come closer.

"What are you doing?"

"There's a trove of toys to play with. I'm finding your next gift. Now answer me. Have you ever wanted to pierce those pretty pink nipples and show them off to your husband as you ride his cock?"

"Yes," I whisper, and voice one of my silent wishes. "I have thought about it many times. I want his eyes on me, and I want to be the jewels he says—said—I am. Does that count as a deep dark secret?"

"Believe me, you are the rarest beauty there is and no. I think you have something else as your secret. Lucky for you I am patient."

Strong hands take mine and our fingers interlock. He walks me backward until the backs of my legs hit the bed.

"Turn around."

I do as instructed.

"Now climb on the bed and stay on your knees."

Easy enough. "Why?"

"I have one billion reasons why you should do as you are told." The dark husk of his reminder pushes me onto the bed. When I am in place, callused fingers stroke up the length of my spine and gently ease me forward.

"Brace yourself on your elbows. Hold yourself high enough that those pretty jewels on your breasts drag across the bed with every move. You will thank me later." He rubs my belly as he gives me instructions and I sink into his touch.

"Does that feel good?" he asks from behind me. His body cocoons mine so deliciously.

My toes curl in my stilettos. I wish I could shed those and fully live in the moment. "God, yes." My eyes drift closed. As if reading my mind, the shoes are gone, leaving me with nothing on and on full display.

"You're beautiful. Now tell me that deepest darkest secret, Amethyst."

My lashes fall closed. Fingers glide down my spine, and when he reaches my ass, his fingers dip into the crease. Eagerly, almost hungrily I press my ass into the palms of his hand. Lips come over my skin. Hot juices soak my folds and I moan when he spreads my cheeks and strokes his tongue from my throbbing clit all the way to my back entrance.

"Oh! What are you doing?" Suddenly, his fingers push into my clenching channel, and he finger fucks me as he teases my ass.

"That secret, Amethyst. Tell me."

God, why does he want to know so badly?

He strokes me faster and right when I get to the edge of a climax, he slows his sweet torture to my pussy.

I push into his hand and silently demand more.

His laugh is low, warm, and I swear to God he sounds just like Oliver. I've really lost it this time. "Not until I hear your answer."

Slowly panting, I raise my head and admit my dirty little secret.

"When Oliver would take me, I silently called him Daddy." My voice cracks with shame. "I, umm, I didn't dare call it to his face. What if it turned him off? He's older than me, protected me, and fucked me so good I would have orgasms long after we finished. That's how turned on he made me feel. I don't know what brought it on. It just came to me and every time after I secretly…"

I pause. God, I can't believe I'm going to say this out loud. I shudder through a flash of heat and blurt out the rest.

"Because I didn't want to push him away, I screamed "Daddy, fuck me" or "Daddy, make me come" all in my head as he took me in every position you can imagine." The longer I talk the redder I feel my face turn. I'm so damn ashamed right now I am probably glowing with embarrassment.

"Fuck, Amethyst."

My stranger's growl of a voice forces my body to respond. My walls tighten around his slow-moving fingers.

"I know I'm broken. I'm sorry." I drop my head to my hands and hide my face.

His hands caress over the globes of my ass like I truly am the precious treasure he calls me. "You're a good girl, baby," he murmurs and then I'm on my back and pulled to the edge of the bed. Hot lips claim my pussy and I'm sucked so hard and fast my climax feels like a bomb going off when it hits.

I plant my heels on his shoulders and ride out the wave. I rock my hips and then reach down to spread my folds so his tongue can continue to torture my throbbing nub.

Barely able to draw in air, I ask, "What do I call you? Can I at least know your name since you know so much about me?"

There's a long pause. "Tell me your name, please," I beg softly. My chin is taken in hand. My face is tilted to the side and though I'm lying down, my world tilts from the familiar warmth. But it's all in my head. I know it is.

"You can call me Daddy, my jewel."

The blindfold is discarded and suddenly candlelight dances in my vision. I blink rapidly and then my fantasy becomes real.

"Oliver."