Free Blind Obsession by Ella Frank Page B

absolutely nowhere to go and no choice but to stand there as he stops a whisper away from me, our eyes connecting. Idiotically, I still have my hands over my bra and panties, which seems ridiculous since he is standing behind me and can see what I am trying to cover anyway.
    All thoughts, however, soon leave my mind as I feel his warm fingers reach out. He traces the curves of my shoulder blades and moves down my back to where my bra is held together. He clasps the hook and eye between his thumbs and index fingers as he expertly unsnaps the bra, letting the stretchy lace fall slowly to the sides of my body. Those same fingers then gently slide down my spine until he reaches my panties.
    My breathing starts to come faster with each seductive move he makes. When his mouth stops by my ear, I close my eyes.
    “Now for these, sweet Gemma,” he coerces softly.
    The strong timbre of his voice rumbles through my body, calming and exciting me, just as Chantel described. He hooks those talented fingers into the remaining lace on my body, sliding them swiftly down to my ankles. The move is so eerily similar to what I read this morning that I can’t help but wish for him to be in front of me, getting ready to kiss and tongue my wet pussy.
    Stepping out of the panties, I try to remain calm as his hand reaches up to uncoil several loose strands of hair, freeing them to tickle my shoulders. While he’s doing this, I’ve remained silent. I’m afraid that if I say anything, it will break the spell and ruin the moment.
    Then, I feel him move away for a second. Taking that moment to look over my shoulder at him, I have the pleasure of watching him as he makes his way back to me. Those sinfully sexy eyes are locked with mine when he stops behind me once more, raising his hand to show me a piece of black silky material in his palm. Arousal swiftly disappears as fear hurries in to take its place.
    My eyes widen, and my lips part. “What is that?”
    He tilts his head to the side as he looks at the cloth in his hand. He states plainly, “It’s a blindfold, Gemma.”
    Headlines start flashing to the forefront of my mind. Headlines about a man who takes something pure and makes it depraved. Headlines that scream that this is a man who destroyed softness and preyed on the weak-minded. Headlines, which up until around ten seconds ago, I had forgotten existed.
    Staring at the material in his hand, I consider the fact that I am now completely naked, and he is still fully clothed. I can’t help the jackhammer speed in which my heart has started to beat.
    “I’m not wearing a blindfold,” I inform him quite adamantly.
    Very slowly, he lowers his arm in front of him, clasping his wrist with his other palm. “Why?”
    “Why would I?” I demand with as much dignity as I can muster while standing there with my naked back to him. My brain is ordering me to run.
    “I don’t know, Gemma,” he tells me softly. “Maybe to understand how Chantel felt? Maybe to grasp the whole concept of being blind? Or maybe…” He pauses, leaning down so our eyes are on the same level and our mouths are only inches apart. “To realize you can trust me not to hurt you. No?”
    Blinking once, I open my eyes to find he’s gone back to standing upright, and he’s holding out the cloth to me again.
    I swivel around a little, reaching for it. When my fingers get a firm grip, he tightens his own hold, tugging me forward. My body gives me no other option than to go with it. So, I’m left standing full frontal, staring up at him.
    “When I fuck you, Gemma, I want your eyes open, looking right at me. I’ve never hidden who I am from anyone I’ve touched, and I won’t start with you.”
    He lets go of the blindfold and walks around me to the drop cloth. “I need you to sit here,” he tells me and I move to sit where he has instructed. Voice back to cool and aloof he continues. “Face toward the back wall, curve your torso to the left, and raise your arms up