CHAPTER 91: WANT HER COMPANY

Kieran’s POV

"Don’t worry, they’ll be here soon," I said, my voice dropping low. "I just wanted a little more private time with you first."

I could feel the nervous energy radiating from her, a live wire wrapped in silk. She took another long drink of her spritzer, the glass trembling just slightly in her hand. It was adorable.

Why did I call her here? The answer was simple. I just wanted to be near her. Of course, I could have just walked up to her at the estate as Kieran, but she’d have flinched away, her walls slamming up. Here, in the shadows and the masks, she was different. More open. More here with me.

I’d accepted it the moment Kayden had signed it with such certainty—she was ours. Scarlet was the confusing variable, the glitch in the system. But Eleanor... she felt right. And seeing her in this outfit, the cream fabric hugging every curve she usually hid... it was a gift. A temptation I was determined to enjoy without rushing.

"So," I began, leaning back and letting my arm rest on the seat behind her, not touching, but close enough that she could feel the heat. "What do you want to do tonight?"

She immediately looked away, a pretty blush creeping up her neck.

I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she held her glass like a shield. She needed to relax. To let go. And I knew just the thing.

"You know," I said, my voice a playful murmur, "I have an idea. Let’s play a game. It’ll make this less... tense. More comfortable for you."

She finally looked at me, her curiosity piqued. "What kind of game?"

"A blindfold test." I leaned forward, my smile widening. "Here’s how it works. One of us is blindfolded. The other feeds them different foods or traces different textures over their skin. The blindfolded person has to guess what it is. And the winner," I added, my tone dipping into a promise, "gets to choose what happens next."

I saw the flicker of intrigue in her eyes, quickly followed by hesitation. So I made the offer I knew she couldn’t refuse.

"I’ll be the one blindfolded."

Her posture softened, and she gave a small, hesitant nod. "Okay."

Excitement, bright and warm, bloomed in my chest. I stood and fetched a black silk blindfold from a drawer, handing it to her. Then I turned my back to her, waiting.

I felt her presence draw closer, her scent wrapping around me. The silk cloth hovered near my face before she began to tie it, her fingers fumbling slightly with the knot. I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face.

When she was done, I turned back around and settled against the plush seat, the world now a comfortable, dark mystery. "Alright," I said, my voice a low invitation. "You can look around the room. Find something. A food, an item... and I’ll tell you what it is."

I heard the soft whisper of her movements as she stood and began to walk, her heels clicking softly on the floor. The anticipation was a delicious thrill. Whatever she brought back, I was ready.

I’ve memorized how almost everything feels in this room.

I felt her return, the cushion dipping as she sat beside me. Her scent was intoxicating.

"Are you ready?" she asked, her voice a little breathless.

"I’ve always been ready," I purred, and for good measure, I reached up and pulled my tight-fitting shirt over my head, tossing it aside, the cool air of the room hit my bare skin.

Then I felt it. A slow, feather-light drag across my chest. My breath hitched. I knew instantly what it was—a long, silky feather from the decorative vase in the corner. I’d felt it a hundred times. So why was my skin burning? Why was my blood turning to fire in my veins?

Because it was her

hand holding it. Her intention behind the touch. That changed everything.

"It’s a feather," I managed, my voice rougher than I intended.

"You’re correct," she whispered.

I didn’t waste a second. I pulled the blindfold off, my eyes finding hers in the dim light. They were wide, a little dazed.

"What do you want to do?" she asked, the question hanging between us.

"I’d like to kiss your palm," I said softly.

I saw the surprise flash across her face. Was she expecting me to demand something more, something carnal? But that wasn’t the point. Not yet. I was going to take this agonizingly, wonderfully slow. We had to build this, brick by brick, until she was as addicted to me as I was to her.

Hesitantly, she brought her hand up. I inhaled her scent from her skin—a fragrance uniquely her—before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the center of her palm. A jolt, pure and electric, went straight through me.

This wasn’t just attraction. This was a deep, primal need to be close, to let her touch me anywhere she pleased, to surrender to whatever she wanted. I had to force myself to pull back, to calm the roaring in my blood.

I looked into her eyes, my own probably blazing with the intensity I felt. "Your turn.

She bit her lip, a flicker of nervousness returning. "Am I...supposed to take something off too?"

"Only if you want to."

She shook her head in a shy manner. "No, this is fine."

"Turn for me," I instructed, my voice husky.

She turned, presenting her back to me. I took the blindfold and gently tied it over her eyes, my finger brushing against the soft strands of her silver hair.

I stood and went to the fridge beside the bar, retrieving a small, rectangular pack of Vanilla ice cream. When i returned, i knelt before her.

I placed my hands on her knees and slowly spread her legs out. The soft, startled whimper that escaped her lips went straight to my groin, making me throb.

Just the sight of her, like this, is doing this to me?

It was insane, and i loved it.

Where should i put it? I murmured. "Your stomach? Or your legs?"

In answer, she slowly raised the hem of her top, baring her stomach and the curve of her waist. The sight made my mouth water. I wanted to grab her, to feel that skin under my palms, but I held back.

There will definitely be another time for that.

I tore open the ice cream pack and dipped my finger in the cold, creamy sweetness. Then, i slowly brushed the melting ice cream in a cold, wet, strip across her stomach.

She jolter, a sharp gasp leaving her lips as she squirmed against the sensation. And i caught the unmistakable, intoxicating scent of her arousal, thick in the air between us. A triumphant thrill shot through me.

I’m affecting her too. And i love it.

I watched her. "What could it be?"

She didn’t answer, her lips parting slightly. I dipped my finger back into the cool, sweet substance.

"Taste,"

obediently, she opened her mouth. I slid his finger inside, the pad of it brushing against her tongue. A groan rumbled in my chest, my cock straining painfully against my shorts as her tongue curled around me finger, tasting the sweet cream. goddess this is amazing.

I slowly withdrew my finger. "If you don’t want this to stop," I said, my voice thick with desire, "Say the wrong word."

And i hope she does. And let this delicious torment continue.