Love For Hire

Kinsley lay in Nicholas' arms as they caught their breath. She stared at Brutus, who lay on the large doggie bed in the corner of the room. “Does not it weird you out that he just lays there and watches us?”

Nicholas snickered. “Given that, I cannot see him… no.”

“He just stares at us while we have sex,” she said, staring at the dog.

“Puppy porn,” he teased.

Kinsley sat up and slapped him in the chest. “Do not be bad,” she laughed.

He tucked his arm behind his head. “Would you feel better if I put him in the washroom?”

“No, I guess not,” she said and then she laid out across his chest and kissed his lips. She folded her arms and rested her chin on them as she stared at him. This close, she studied his eyes. It was strange to see the vacant look in those smoky depths. “What is it like?” She asked.

“What?”

“Not being able to see?”

Strange. When your sight is gone, you start to notice things that you never notice before. Everything

knew what that was like for

could show

drew together in curiosity.

He eased her off him and then got up from the bed. With one hand on the wall as guidance, he made his way to the closet and opened the door. He went inside, and she sat up leaning over so she could see around the open door, but she could not. Moments later, he came back out

made his way back to the bed where she sat and took a seat on the edge of the bed. Doing his best to focus, Nicholas wrapped the tie around her head, blindfolding her and robbing Kinsley of her sight. She remained motionless, wondering what would happen next, then

would tingle with the anticipation of those sinful lips moving over her body with feather-light kisses — stimulating every nerve ending

kiss. As a teen, she had kissed three different boys, but not one of them could live up to this man’s kiss. It was intoxicating and addictive. His kiss alone was enough to bring her to the edge, and he did so effortlessly. And now, as she sat there blinded, unable to see him and anticipate what might happen next, his lips on her seemed all the

hand refrained from touching her sexually, the feel of his fingers caressing her set her skin on fire everywhere he touched her. It boggled her mind how this man could turn something so innocent into something so stimulating. He awoke an unyielding yearning within her. A screaming need in her very core that could not be quieted. A pulsing need that only he could

over her neck, sending delicious sensations shuddering through her whole body. He had to do anything overtly sexual, yet he already had her whole body quivering with need. She could stand the sweet torment no more. Her hand came

breathed

his lips found hers once more. “My name sounds like honey on your

she whimpered

stretch out over hers. His hand moved down her side to her hips. Her legs parted to him, and in seconds he had slipped deep into her wet passage until she took him fully. His hand on her hip, he held