An all-new forbidden sports romance is coming next week from Stacey Lynn, and I have a little sneak peek for you.
The room was dark as I entered save for the soft lamp on a dresser casting a gentle glow over the whole room. I waited until my eyes adjusted to the darkness before letting the door fully close behind me. My eyes immediately went to the woman sitting on the edge of the bed.
My body arrested. My chest went tight. Everything inside me burned hot and froze to ice.
Glorious. Beautiful didn’t describe the woman with long hair, silken caramel with bright blonde mixed in, reminding me of my favorite dessert. It was thick and long, wavy down to her waist.
She was in nothing but white underwear, her breasts, small but perfect, drew my gaze to her already hardened nipples. Her chest rose with every slow, controlled breath.
Fear hadn’t spiked yet. With Tristan’s warning still in my head, I stepped toward her. If she heard me moving, she didn’t react. If she felt my presence, she didn’t respond. This woman wasn’t afraid unless she was well-trained, and I didn’t like well-trained professional subs. I just liked a woman willing to give me whatever I asked for.
I stopped before my black dress pants brushed against her knees. “What’s your name?”
I already knew it, but I needed to hear her voice to help determine if she was afraid or controlled.
Her voice was husky and smooth at the same time. Rich and not too high. It didn’t shake and my concerns over her fear dissipated.
“John,” I semi-lied. Mine was my middle name, but no way in hell did I go by Gage Bryant within these walls. I was recognizable enough. “How long have you been coming to Velvet?”
Her toes curled into the rug at her feet. It was the only movement she’d made since I entered the room and my gaze was drawn to the curl of her toes. The bright pink polish on them as she then pressed her feet firmly into the rug. “Three years but it’s been a few months.”
“Since you were with a partner or at all?”
“Both,” she whispered and if the room had more light, I would swear a blush fanned across her throat.
“Are you okay with being blindfolded?” She’d have to be or I’d leave but I still always asked.
She shifted then. This time at her thighs. Trim muscles showed at the tops of her legs as she did so and I couldn’t hold back a grin. Was just talking to her turning her on?
I could explore that.
“Yes, I’m okay with that.”
“Colors…green, yellow, and red, and before you ask…” Her lips lifted at one edge into the hint of a smile. “I will use them if I have to, but if we could get started, that’d be really nice.”
Her voice softened as she spoke showing me she was turned on. The hitch in her breath, the small increase in her breathing, and the tension of her thighs made me want to ask her if she was wet. With how composed she was, I suspected I’d enjoy finding out for myself.
“It’ll be more than really nice,” I said, smirking though she couldn’t see. “Spread your legs. I’m going to step between them and I want you to undo my belt.”
Touching someone for the first time when they were blindfolded required trust we hadn’t yet established. I always let the women touch me first, acclimate their hands to my body, the shape of me. Partly because it helped them loosen up.
Mostly because my dick went rock hard when trembling, nervous hands ran over me for the first time.
Soon, she’d learn I was larger than she expected. A bit of fear or wonder would creep into her voice as she realized my bulk and muscles. And then, knowing I was so much larger than her, bigger and stronger and could break her small frame without even meaning to, she’d still give herself to me.
They always did, but I really fucking liked the hint of fear in their tone and in the way they moved while they did.