Wolf Moon - A HOT and steamy PNR Paranormal Romance

Wolf Moon - Chapter 7

Reaching across one final time to his bedside table, Benedict collected a long, black scarf. For a short time he simply sat, observing meditatively, running the silky material continuously through his fingers. Not daring to imagine what he was considering, Grace stared back, her mouth open slightly in astonishment, like a proverbial rabbit caught in the headlights.

'I'm not sure...I...' she stuttered, slowly comprehending what Benedict was planning.

His eyes narrowed slightly as all his attention became focused upon her. It almost felt to Grace as though he was staring deep into her soul. This achingly sexy man who had tied her to the bed for his pleasure. And for hers too, of course.

'You are sure,' he muttered at last, the corners of his mouth rising slightly. 'You're a lot more than sure... The thought of what we're doing right now excites the hell out of you, even more than you've ever dared to admit to yourself.' And then he leaned in closer, carefully wrapping the scarf around Grace's eyes to entirely block her vision.

'Fuck,' she muttered, knowing that every single word he'd just spoken was true. All the same, she engaged in the pretence of twisting her head from one side to another, only to discover that her blindfold was extremely well secured. Instantly, the adrenaline in her body took hold as she pulled against her restraints to no avail. Shit. This was real. This was actually happening. It almost felt as though she'd taken drugs, such was the strength of this immoral, if not illegal high. 'Touch me,' she pleaded, in a voice so low that she was surprised any noise came out of her own mouth.

'You mean like this?' he asked seductively.

And then came the longest interval of Grace's life. She had no idea where, how or even if Benedict would yield to her demands. She could only wait there, trembling in the darkness, silently pleading for him to show mercy. Painfully aware of the liquid now pooling between her open legs, her breasts swaying in front of her, Grace knew she was entirely unable to prevent his caress. And that knowledge provided the biggest thrill of her life.

Eventually, a single finger ever so gently started to circle around the base of her foot. Unwittingly, Benedict had instantly stumbled upon one of Grace's highly sensitive erogenous zones. With a growl so strained that her throat physically hurt, she writhed against her bonds as the intensity took hold, urgently trying to twist away but unable to do so. Obviously enjoying her extreme reaction, Benedict did nothing to reduce her suffering. On and on the torturous finger continued, soon to be joined by another finger on her opposite foot. The dual combination was almost too much for Grace to cope with, causing her to cry out with such lustful hunger that it took all of Benedict's self-control not to devour her right then and there.

At long last, his fingers snaked their way from her feet up to her ankles, and a violently shaking Grace allowed herself to take a deep sigh of relief. Thanks to Benedict's teasing, she knew her panties were sodden by this stage, the wetness no doubt turning the previously light blue silk to a much darker hue. But Grace very quickly discovered that her sense of relief was way too premature. Skimming a path up her calves, his talented fingers soon discovered the ticklish skin behind her knee, before drifting to her delicate inner thighs, which remained spread wide for his close scrutiny, thanks to her restraints. When he gently blew across the intimate area, ensuring Grace knew exactly how close his mouth was to her, she cried out with pleading, desperate words.

'Mmmm, good girl,' was the only response Benedict provided, but the thick pleasure in his tone was undeniable.

Having repositioned himself, Benedict traced along the waistband of Grace's panties, slowly dragging his finger into her navel before continuing in a northerly direction. When he reached the only remaining button of her nightshirt, he sprung it open without effort. Instantly, the material which had been maintaining her modesty flopped down to the mattress, providing Benedict with his first view of her full breasts. The sound of a sharp inhale fluttered through the previously quiet room, but Grace couldn't be sure if it originated from herself, Benedict, or both of them.