Free The Sandstone Affair (An Erotic Romance Novel) by Priscilla West

It’s not a game, and it’s not something we can handle without
discipline and planning. So if I’m going to tell you, you cannot go start World
War Three in our employee lounge. If I tell you, I need to trust you. And, to
trust you—I need you to trust me.” “I do trust you, Mark,” I say, looking
directly in his eyes. “I made some mistakes and I’m sorry but I do trust you.” Mark looks at me for a second, as if he is
trying to read my thoughts. He smiles politely, stands up and looks me over
from top to bottom. “You were right before,” he says, holding his
hand out to me. “Before?”
     
    “You are clearly overdressed.” He takes my
hand and walks me out of the living room into a spare bedroom. It’s nice with
fancy bed-coverings, beautiful headboard, and lovely armoire. Beautiful, but
clearly not his bedroom. “Take off all your clothes, fold them neatly, and
place them in the chair. Sit on the edge of this bed and I’ll be back in a
moment.” “What are we doing?” I ask hesitantly. What
could he possibly have to tell me that requires nudity? “Trusting,” he replies with a smile and takes
our empty glasses out of the room. After he leaves, I disrobe in a hurry and
follow his instructions to the letter. Butterflies fill my stomach as I sit here.
However, unlike the unpleasant nervousness of the unknown, this feeling is
something I can only describe as delicious. Excitement combined with fear and
the desire to please him all combine to create an energy that is irresistible. As Mark walks into the room, his easy smile
lets me know I’ve pleased him. At least so far. “Good, good girl,” he soothes as he reaches
out running his finger down my cheek and then kisses me deeply. I thrill at the
touch of his lips on mine. He reaches to his back pocket and pulls out a long,
thick silk scarf. Getting very close to my face, Mark looks me in the eye. “I want you to focus on my smile,” he says as
he begins unfolding the long scarf and twisting it between his hands. “It will
be the last thing that you see, for a while. Remember it.” My heart is beating so fast I feel like I’m
going to pass out. I look at his gorgeous face reassuring me that everything
will be alright. I smile back, wanting his lips against mine again. Then the
world goes black as he places the scarf across my eyes. It’s thick enough to
keep all light out and it offers not even a corner for me to cheat with. I keep
focusing on his smile and the feeling of his closeness to my body. I feel the rough tip of his finger slide down
my cheek, pausing over my nipple and circling it, sending an electric current
straight to my brain and lower regions. His hands guide me back until I’m
reclining against the headboard propped up by pillows. I feel his weight shift
as he gets off the bed. “Don’t move, don’t speak,” Mark whispers. I
obey. His absence from the room gives me a few moments to reflect on this
sensation. Not the sensation of being blindfolded, but the sensation of
submission. I’ve been the strong one all my life and Dad always taught me the
value of self reliance. Yet, giving myself to him in these moments of intimate
trust is a feeling unlike anything the pride of standing on my own could
produce. I hear a bowl clink on the bedside table and
some other sounds, but can’t make them out. Surely he must know of my
excitement, I feel the goose bumps on my arms rising. His large hand holds my
chin up and the air is filling with the smell of a cut orange. Sweet and ripe,
my mouth waters for the taste of it. I open up instinctively and he squeezes
some juice for me to taste. He leans into my ear again. My eyes blind, the
energy of his presence is overwhelming. “You know how you wanted that orange? Mouth
open begging for the taste of it? That’s how you should receive my kiss, open
and ready for it.” I nod, feeling the desire for him to be in me
growing stronger, my wetness building and my mouth feeling empty without