“I just kind of wondered why you don’t feel embarrassed or uncomfortable standing naked before me. And then I wondered about the number of ladies you’ve been with, and if you ever got intimate with Anita. You don’t have to answer. It isn’t a question. I was just telling you what I thought about, and that is only because you insisted on knowing,” Celsie rambled.
Benne listened patiently as she spoke, and he didn’t try to stop her until she stopped talking.
Celsie felt uncomfortable with the silence so she tried to turn to look at him to see if he was angry with her for bringing up such a topic at such a moment. She gasped when Benne suddenly tweaked her nipples, “Benne!” Benne laughed softly, as he helped her turn around to face him.
“I can’t believe it’s past two in the morning and we are here like this having a conversation in the bathtub,” Benne said once she had faced him while Celsie eyed him.
“You’re not going to say anything?” She asked, and Benne shrugged.
“You already said it isn’t a question, so I don’t need to answer,” Benne reminded her, wanting her to demand an answer.
Celsie bit her lower lip as she thought about it, “What if I want you to give me an answer?” Celsie asked tentatively.
“I am your man, Celsie. It’s your right to demand an answer when there is something you want to be clear on,” Benne said calmly.
“Okay. Please give me a response. Did I sound stupid?” Celsie said, and Benne smiled at her as he leaned forward to kiss her forehead.
“It’s normal to feel the way you do. Nothing you said sounded stupid,” Benne assured her.
“And just so you know, if I wasn’t your first, you would have known that men are hardly as conscious of their body as ladies are. Most men are comfortable in their skin,” Benne said with a small smile as though he was lecturing a kid.
“Secondly, it’s also normal that you would feel a bit cheated by the fact that I’ve had other sexual partners in the past, whereas I’m your first. Although I told you that I’ve dated just three ladies, I’ve been with a couple of ladies before those three. I only mentioned those three because they were the ones I approached for a relationship, not just to satisfy my sexual urge. Some of the others were ladies I met during my business trips abroad,” Benne explained before adding, “And no, I never got intimate with Anita before we went our separate ways,” he concluded.
“I don’t think I feel cheated. I don’t know, I just feel a little jealous,” Celsie confessed.
“You don’t have to feel jealous of anyone. You have something none of them ever had, and that is my heart. I’ll always be yours,” Benne promised as he drew closer to her, and pulled her closer to himself.
“I love you, Celsie. I hope you will always remember that,” Benne said as his lips slowly descended on hers.
Benne lifted her out of the water, as he slowly stepped out of the bathtub, “Careful, Benne,” she called in concern, scared that he might slip.
“Don’t worry,” Benne silenced her with a kiss as he led her to the bed. They had done more talking in the water than bathing, and now it was cold.
Once he placed her on the bed, he returned to take two towels. He used one to clean her hair, and the other to wipe her body.
“Aren’t you going to dry your body?” Celsie asked after he had dried hers.
“I’m fine,” Benne said as he walked into his closet to pick a blindfold.
“What is that?” Celsie asked as she tried to get up, and Benne smiled as he stopped in front of her.
“It’s a blindfold for you,” Benne said, making her raise a brow.
“I know what it is. What do we need it for?” She asked, even if she knew the function of a blindfold. She just didn’t understand the purpose it was supposed to serve.
“You will find out soon enough,” Benne said as he went around her, and tied the blindfold over her eyes, “We should make you hot before you catch a cold. You are not forgetting our bet, are you?” He asked after tying the blindfold behind her head, and then he pushed her back on the bed gently.
“You didn’t say there would be stuff like this,” she pointed out, and he chuckled.
“Why? Do you want to chicken out of the bet now? Are you already losing your confidence in your self-control?” He asked in a taunting tone.
“Of course not. I’m just saying you should have mentioned all the items that would be used beforehand,” Celsie said, feeling slightly uncomfortable since he could see her yet she couldn’t see him.
“Alright, I promise to give you a list of each item as I get them out,” Benne promised as he moved away from her.
“What? There are more?” Celsie asked, wanting to take off the blindfold.
“Don’t take off the blindfold. Just trust me, okay? It’s meant to give you pleasure after all,” he called out to her as he came out with a box containing items he had ordered and had been planning to use on her during their private weekend together.
“That is what bothers me,” Celsie muttered under her breath as she struggled within herself to stay still, and Benne chuckled as he dropped the box beside her and opened it.
“You should know that I would never initiate a bet I wasn’t ready for,” Benne pointed out.
“Yeah, remind me to always question your motive next time,” Celsie hissed, even though she was dying of pleasurable anticipation.
She felt the hot fingers of lust clench around her lower abdomen when he suddenly straddled her without putting his weight on her, but she felt his cock graze her abdomen as he leaned over her.
“What are you doing?” She asked curiously just as he took her hands and raised them above her head before attaching something to her wrist, “Are you cuffing my hands?” She asked in disbelief when he didn’t answer her.
“I am not a fan of BDSM,” Celsie said in alarm.
“How do you know you’re not a fan of something when you haven’t even given it a try? Besides, I’m not going to be using any whips, don’t worry. I’m not a fan either. These are meant to just restrain you from getting in my way,” Benne assured her as he cuffed her hands, and then she felt him move to her legs and he did the same.
“My legs too?” She asked in disbelief.
“I want to feast on the spot between your thighs without your interference,” Benne whispered into her ears, making her feel hot all over. She could swear that if someone had asked her some weeks ago if she would do something like this, the answer would have been a bold ‘never’ in capital letters. Yet here she was lying on the bed with eyes blindfolded, both hands cuffed above her head, and both legs spread apart, at his mercy.
Perhaps she should just give up now? She knew that she didn’t stand a chance. How was she supposed to control herself when she was already dripping wet at the mere thought of what was coming.
Benne stood over the bed and watched her fidget uncomfortably, while he circled around, wanting to build her anticipation. He never would have thought that he would resort to things like this, but this was one lady he loved to pleasure. It was as though he was trying to make up for all the time she had not been pleasured.
“Are you going to do something or not?” Celsie asked in frustration.
“Patience, my love. I’m going to do plenty,” Benne assured in a husky tone, making butterflies flutter in her belly.
“You realize I love you, right?” He asked as he returned to the edge of the bed to pick up the final item.
“What has that got to do with this?” Celsie asked impatiently.
“You will find out soon,” Benne said as he picked up a silicone mouth ball breathable gag and went to join her on the bed, “Although I love to hear you moan and cry out in pleasure, I know you respect your parents and mine so much that you won’t walk through this door come morning if your voice wakes them up. So call me a fool for love, but I’m willing to lose the bet tonight just so that you don’t have to be denied of pleasure tonight, nor be embarrassed come morning for enjoying yourself,” Benne said as he kissed her forehead.
Celsie almost sighed in relief, but she still found it weird that he had thought this through enough to get the gag beforehand. A frown creased her brow, and she cleared her throat, “Have you…”
“No. No other lady has been in my house nor on my bed. I’ve never tried this with anyone before now either, and I bought this specifically for you,” Benne said, answering the questions he knew she was likely going to ask.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have thought of any of that,” Celsie murmured as her face colored in embarrassment. There was no need to ask him how he knew what she was going to ask. It seemed like she was an open book to him, and he could read her every expression.
“It’s fine. So do you want the gag or are you confident enough that you don’t need it?” Benne asked curiously.
“So what is the point of tying me up if I’m going to be gaged?” Celsie asked thoughtfully.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.