Chapter 199

Chapter 199
Claire's POV

Finally, the bathroom door creaked open. Daniel stepped out, and my breath caught in my throat. The wine-red lace clung to his hips, the tiny scrap of fabric doing absolutely nothing to cover him. His cock strained against it, thick and hard, the tip peeking out over the waistband, a bead of precum glistening there. Dark hair curled out from the edges, untamed and wild. The contrast of his tanned, battle-scarred body—muscles honed from months of brutal training—with that delicate thong was obscene. Every inch of him screamed raw power, from the defined lines of his abs to the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. My pussy clenched hard, a fresh wave of wetness soaking through me as my eyes devoured him.

“Fuck,” I breathed, unable to stop myself. My cheeks burned, and my vision blurred with lust as I stared at where the fabric stretched uselessly over his length. I shifted on the bed, thighs pressing together to ease the ache.

Daniel’s face was a mix of embarrassment and frustration, his jaw tight as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Happy now?” he muttered, his voice rough, eyes avoiding mine.

I stood, my legs shaky as I closed the distance between us. My fingers reached out, tracing the hard ridge of his abdomen just above the thong. His skin was hot under my touch, and I felt him tense. “Very,” I purred, looking up at him through my lashes. “You look so damn good, Daniel. So fucking sexy.”

He grunted, but his hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek. The roughness of his calloused fingers against my soft skin sent a shiver down my spine. He moved lower, tracing the shell of my ear, then down the side of my neck, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. “You’re trouble,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

I smirked, stepping back just enough to peel off my own soaked panties. The black lace was warm and damp as I pressed it into his hand. “Feel that?” I asked, my voice husky. “That’s what you do to me.”

His fingers closed around the fabric, and I saw the hunger flare in his eyes as he felt the wetness. “Claire,” he growled, stepping closer, but I held up a hand to stop him.

“How about we play something else?” I suggested, my tone dripping with promise. Before he could answer, I reached into a box on my dresser and pulled out a silver-gray silk blindfold. His eyes widened, but I didn’t give him a chance to protest. I pressed my lips to his, hard and hungry, tasting the salt of his skin as I slipped the blindfold over his eyes.

“Trust me,” I whispered against his mouth, guiding him back to the bed. He let me push him down, his body heavy and pliant under my hands. I straddled his waist, my bare pussy brushing against his stomach, slick and hot. A soft moan escaped me as I leaned forward, securing his wrists to the headboard with silk ties I kept in the drawer. “Look at you, letting me have my way,” I teased, my breath hitching. “You’ve got me so wet, Daniel. Feel it?”

I rocked my hips, dragging my soaked folds over his abs, coating his skin with my arousal. “Ah… fuck… this is all your fault,” I gasped, my hands pressing against his chest for balance. “See what you’ve done to me?”

His breathing turned ragged, his body straining under me, but the blindfold kept him in the dark. I leaned down, my lips brushing his ear again. “I love you, you know that, right?” I murmured, a victorious smile curling my lips.

Daniel groaned, his hips twitching beneath me. My pussy kept sliding over his stomach, leaving a glistening trail of my juices. I knew I was pushing him, using my words and my body to bend him to my will. Part of me thought he should be mad, should snap at me for playing him like this. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. And that made the heat inside me burn even hotter.

His chest heaved with every breath, the wine-red thong still clinging to his hips, barely containing his hard cock. My thighs were slick with arousal, and the heat between my legs pulsed with every second that ticked by. I leaned forward, my fingers still damp from where I’d touched myself moments ago, and pressed them against his lips.

“Taste it,” I whispered, my voice thick with need. “Can you tell what it is?”

Daniel’s lips parted, and his tongue flicked out, brushing against my fingertips. His breath hitched, and I saw his jaw tighten under the blindfold. “Fingers,” he rasped, his voice low and rough. “Yours.”

A shiver ran down my spine at his words. I pulled my hand back, dragging my wet fingers down his chest, circling one of his nipples slowly. His body tensed under my touch, muscles flexing as I teased the sensitive spot. “Good boy,” I purred, leaning closer so my breath grazed his ear. “What reward do you want for guessing right?”

His head tilted slightly, even with the blindfold on, like he could sense exactly where I was. “Claire,” he growled, his tone a mix of frustration and desire. “Untie me. I wanna touch you.”