Chapter 18

Valentine’s Day dawned, and she woke up to find him already gone for work. But there, on his pillow, lay a single red rose. She picked it up, a smile spreading across her face as she held it to her nose.

She slipped into a robe and headed to the kitchen for some coffee. On the table, a dozen red roses sat in a glass vase, a card nestled next to them. They were identical to the one he’d left on the pillow. She picked up the card, tears welling up as she read his heartfelt note.

~Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart. Since you entered my life, the sun shines brighter, the air feels fresher, and food tastes better. My heart is now brimming with happiness and love.~

~I never knew life could be this wonderful before. You taught me how to love and what it feels like to be loved. I love you with all my heart. Love, Kyle.~

She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down, pulling the vase closer to inhale the scent of the roses. She loved the smell of roses.

This was the first time anyone had ever given her flowers. It made her feel cherished. Now, she was glad she’d bought that sexy outfit. She was going to make this the best Valentine’s Day ever for him.

She planned to prepare a nice lunch for him, and then, when he returned from work, she’d surprise him in the outfit she’d bought.

The idea of being handcuffed and blindfolded made her a bit nervous, but she was willing to do anything to make the man she loved happy.

Kyle glanced at his watch. It was lunchtime. He hurried up to his suite, having promised to have lunch with her. As soon as he walked in, she leaped into his arms, peppering his face with kisses.

“Thank you for the flowers. I love them,” she said, leading him into the kitchen.

They sat down to eat. “I wish I could stay longer, but I need to get back as soon as we’re done eating.”

“I know. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

After they finished eating, she walked him to the door. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I’ll be back by seven.” He kissed her again and left to return downstairs.

It was the busiest day of the year. Every room was booked, the dining room was packed, and the casino was alive with the sound of people and ringing slot machines.

With ten minutes to seven, he took the earrings from the desk drawer and slipped them into his jacket pocket.

Knowing he was on his way to see Kiera put him in a great mood. He instructed his staff to offer everyone a free glass of their finest champagne.

He entered the suite and closed the door behind him. “Babe, I’m home.”

“Come into the bedroom,” she called out.

As he walked toward the bedroom, he loosened his tie. He stopped in the doorway, his eyes widening, his jaw dropping.

“Holy shit,” he muttered under his breath. He took in the sight of her, starting at her face, then moving down to admire her breasts, pushed up and on display.

His gaze traveled down to her legs, clad in red fishnet stockings. He quickly shed his jacket, tie, and shirt, tossing them aside.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said, beginning to dance provocatively.

His heart pounded, his cock hard as he watched her wrap her leg around the bedpost and grind against it. She tossed her head back, swaying her ass back and forth.

Then, she looked at him and licked her lips. He couldn’t take it another minute. He rushed over to her, but she pushed him down onto the bed before he could take her in his arms.

She straddled him, pinning his hands above his head. “Do you like the outfit? I picked it out just for you.”

“Oh yeah. I like it a lot.” He watched as she picked up the handcuffs. “What are you planning on doing with those?” He was taken aback by how quickly she cuffed his hands to the bedpost.

“Babe, take them off me.”

She smiled and placed a red blindfold over his eyes. “You know what I’m doing with them. Now be a good boy, and just relax. This is my gift to you. Enjoy.”

Kyle had never been the one tied up and blindfolded before, and he found it arousing.

He felt his cock growing and throbbing inside his pants as her lips found his neck and began to kiss, moving downward.

Her tongue traced a path down his chest. She unbuckled his belt and pulled off his pants and briefs.

He moaned as she began to lick and suck on the tip of his shaft before taking him all in.

This time, she didn’t gag but continued to tease him with her tongue, her fingers massaging his balls. He tried to reach down to touch her, forgetting his hands were cuffed.

“Did you like that, baby,” she asked, straddling him as she wiped her mouth. She didn’t really need to ask. His moans and the way his body reacted when he came hard and fast told her everything.

“I think you already know the answer to that. Now untie me.”

She removed his blindfold and picked up a feather. “Maybe I’m not done with you yet.” She leaned down and kissed him. She liked having him completely at her mercy.

She lay on top of him, her kiss hot and demanding, her tongue pushing into his mouth. She felt him growing hard again.

“Kiera, untie me. It’s your turn.” He was hard again and wanted to be inside her, but first, it was her turn to be pleasured.

She nodded. Her panties were soaked, and her core was throbbing. She wanted him badly.

She removed the cuffs and squealed when he grabbed her, flipping her onto her back and covering her body with his.

He gave her a wicked grin as he cuffed her to the bed. “I love what you’re wearing. It really turned me on, so now I’m going to have some real fun with you.” He then placed the blindfold over her eyes.

He lowered his mouth onto hers. His hand moved down between her legs and inside her panties.

He began to rub her pussy. She was so wet, and she started squirming. Her purr-like moans made him even harder than he already was.

His lips traced a path down to the swell of her breasts. He yearned to taste them, but the fabric of her clothes was a frustrating barrier. It was high time he undressed her.

He began by unfastening the stockings from the garter belt, gently peeling each one off. His lips followed the path his hands had taken, trailing kisses up her legs. He left her panties for last.

Her soft giggles filled the room when he struggled with the buttons on her bodysuit, cursing under his breath. “You find this amusing?” he asked, eager to see her bare.

“Somewhat,” she replied. Then she gasped as he tore her clothes off her body. “Kyle, this was a pricey piece.”

“Too bad. They shouldn’t make it so complicated to remove. Now, no more talking, or I’ll have to discipline you. Just lie back and enjoy.”

She had no other option but to comply, her wrists cuffed to the bed. The sound of his pants hitting the floor echoed in the room.

A shiver ran through her as he traced a feather over her neck. He moved it down to her breasts, using it to tease her nipples into hard peaks.

Her breath hitched, her body twitching as the feather traveled down her legs. He spread her legs apart, using the feather to tease her pussy.

“Oh, Kyle,” she moaned as he discarded the feather, his head taking its place. His tongue replaced the feather’s touch, sucking on her clit, drawing it between his lips.

Her back arched off the bed as his tongue darted in and out of her, like a lizard’s tongue snatching its prey. She couldn’t hold back her orgasm, it hit her like a freight train.

“Yes, oh my God, yes,” she cried out. As the tremors subsided, she relaxed. “That was incredible, but I can’t take anymore. I’m spent.”

He moved up and lay on top of her. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m far from finished with you.” He kissed her fiercely, pressing her head back into the pillow, his hand caressing her breasts.

As much as he hated to leave the softness of her lips, he was desperate to taste her breasts.

His cock was hard, pressing against her as he sucked and licked each breast until she let out soft, panting moans.

He placed one hand on her neck, the other caressing her breasts as he slid his shaft over her wet entrance.

He reveled in her pleas for him to take her, her hips lifting off the bed, signaling her desire for him.

She was blindfolded, but the sensations he was evoking were driving her wild with desire.

She wanted him so badly that the throbbing deep within her was becoming painful. “Please… I’m burning… You need to extinguish it.”

He paused his ministrations on her neck to look at her. “What do you want me to do?”

“You know what I want,” she said, tugging at the cuffs in frustration.

“Tell me what you want, and talk dirty, or I’ll continue teasing you,” he said, grinning, knowing she couldn’t see him.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He slid two fingers inside her. “Is this what you want?”

Her head rolled from side to side. He was quickly bringing her to another orgasm, even though she craved his presence inside her.

“Untie me,” she said, her heart still racing from her recent climax. She was exhausted.

Deciding he had teased her enough, he untied her, removed the blindfold, and spread her legs. He entered her slowly.

His lips crashed onto hers as he kissed her with a passion that shook them both. He was ready for his own release when he felt her warmth enveloping him.

He quickened his pace, moving in and out of her until he couldn’t hold back any longer. His balls were tight and aching, he gave a few more hard thrusts into her. Their climaxes hit them like a volcanic eruption.

He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and her arms encircle his neck.

He lifted himself up, looking down at her as she brushed his hair from his face. “I love you,” he said, kissing her before rolling off her.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said, pulling the sheet over her still heaving breasts.

“That reminds me,” he said, jumping out of bed. He retrieved a small black velvet box with a tiny red bow on top from his discarded jacket.

He climbed back into bed and held it out to her. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

She looked at the box, then at him, disbelief in her eyes. “You got me something?”

“Of course. It’s a special day. Here. Open it.”

She opened the box to reveal a pair of heart-shaped diamond earrings and gasped, covering her mouth with one hand while the other held the box.

“Oh my God. These are so beautiful. Look at how they sparkle.”

“I’m glad you like them.”

“I love them,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

“If you love them, then why are you crying?” he asked, wiping her tears away.

“No one has ever given me anything this beautiful before. Actually, this is the first gift I’ve ever received.”

“You’ve never received gifts on your birthday or Christmas?”

“No, never.”

He felt a pang of sympathy for her and resolved to shower her with gifts on her birthdays and other special occasions once their current predicament was resolved.

Smiling, she took the earrings out of the box, put them on, and turned to him. “How do they look?”

“They’re beautiful. But it’s you who makes them look stunning,” he said, pulling her closer for a kiss.