Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

He walks toward me so slowly, the anticipation builds until
I almost scream. Then he bends down and plants his hands on
the mattress on either side of my head.
“I adore you. Ready?”
Swallowing hard, I nod.
He gives me a soft kiss on the lips, then wraps the scarf
around my head several times so I can’t see through it. My
nose and mouth are still exposed, though, so I can breathe
easily.
Well, I could breathe easily, if I weren’t too busy
hyperventilating.
“Deep breaths, baby,” he says in a soothing murmur as he
ties the ends of the scarf together over the bridge of my nose.
“Don’t forget, you’re in charge.”
I’m in charge. I’m in charge. I’m in charge.
Holy shit, I think I’m dying.
He flattens his hand over my sternum and leaves it there
for a moment as I struggle to control my breathing. I’m
acutely aware of every part of my body, in a way I’ve never
been before. I feel the blood rushing through my veins. I feel
the air moving over all the tiny hairs on my arms. I feel like a
fine-tuned weather instrument, taking the temperature of
everything in the room with each electrified nerve and cell.
Kage sits beside me, radiating heat and power.
“You’re so beautiful. My beautiful girl. Tell me you’re
mine.”
I lick my lips and say it, breathlessly.
He moves his hand from the center of my chest to one of
my breasts, gently caressing it. He passes his thumb back and
forth over my rigid nipple. He slides his hand down my belly
and between my legs.
“Tell me this is mine.”
My answer is faint. “It’s yours. You know it is. I think my
heart is giving out.”