The Bet

38) Trust

  Sam crawled onto the bed and shimmied to the top with a grin that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame. "Grab the headboard, my love."

  Leave it to her to make debauchery romantic.

With the comforting idea that this is my Samira in mind, I slowly wrapped my fingers around the bars of my headboard, which are usually meant for tying up cute little submissives like my angel, but here we are.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Samira's POV

  After fastening Camila's wrists to the headboard with her own cuff links, she gave them a test tug. They obviously didn't budge.

  Strangely, it felt good to lean over her while she was all tied up and vulnerable. I've given myself to her like this so many times, but it's not a state I've ever seen her in. Of course, she's breathtaking. Her hair frames her face like a dark halo and her strong arms flex against her restraints. It peaks my interest about what I can't see at the moment.

  Taking a page out of Camila's playbook, I leisurely undid the buttons on her night shirt. It always drives me crazy when she moves slower than molasses when I'm already hot and bothered.

  Let's see how she likes a taste of her own medicine.

  When I finally got all the buttons undone Camila was clearly brimming with energy, but I simply sat above her and took her in.

  Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.

  "Like what you see, Angel?" Camila smirked as I raked my eyes across her.

  Her bare chest is rising and falling at the pace it does when things get exciting between us. I couldn't help but lick my lips as I thought about all the things I could do to her warm brown skin. Running a finger between her breasts, I appreciated them before moving down to her toned stomach that ends with a pretty V shape that points down to her pussy.

  I'll get to that soon enough.

  "Oh, I certainly do," I said, and Camila's eyes followed my fingers as they drifted their way over to circle her nipple. "Now I just have to decide on what to do with you."

  I stood to mosey over to the surprises I have hidden from Camila's view, but I'm in no hurry to take my eyes off of her.

  So much power and beauty chained to the bed, helpless, and in good hands.

  Mine.

  I can see why Camila enjoys this so much.

  Sighing, I circled her. "What to do, what to do."

  After watching her eyes track me across the room, inspiration struck, and I crouched to retrieve my next implement. A blindfold.

  Camila's fidgeting doubled, and I held back a smile. "You alright, love? You're not afraid of this little thing, are you?" I ran the fabric between my fingers, holding it up for her to see and come to accept that one of her senses is about to be mine.

  It's all about trust.

  And fun, of course.

  She scoffed. "I'm not scared, I just. . ." Her brows furrowed and her mouth opened and closed as she looked for a comeback. . . And didn't find one. "Just put it on already," she groaned, throwing her head back onto the pillow and accepting defeat.

  It was my turn to scoff. "So impatient," I teased while reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. With my pink lacy bralette on display, she seemed grateful not to be blindfolded just yet, judging by her gaze that's wandering all over me. I decided to continue with my teasing.