Beautiful was finally starting to get into what I was doing to her, and was concentrating less on the blindfold and what that meant to her. Then again, I had my hand in her pussy, making it feel good. It made me glad that I was distracting her so. It had been what I was hoping for.
I began slowly circling her clit with my finger, occasionally sliding down the wet slit to get more lubrication... Meanwhile, I let my other hand slide over the swell of her breast, and began to pleasure her there, too, while I kissed her neck...
The longer I rubbed, squeezed and caressed Beautiful's body, the more delectable sounds she made and the more her body relaxed. If it had been anybody else, I'd have probably stopped what I was doing for a few torturous seconds before starting up again, but that wasn't our dynamic. Later, who could say? For now though, nothing she could construe as me trying to make her any kind of bottom to my top. Of course, to listen to her earlier, it sounded like she had no problem with the tables turned the other direction...
"That's it, Beautiful, relax," I whispered into her ear. "Concentrate on where my hands are and what they're doing. Cum any time. That's what this is all about. Trust me that your pleasure is what I'm thinking about. I've got you. Nothing to worry about."
She was practically melting in my arms. For a woman who didn't trust anybody, she certainly liked what she could experience when she did take that leap if faith.
I worked her clit a little harder, her nipples a bit firmer.
"Cum any time, Beautiful. I've got you. Nothing can harm you while I'm here. Just feel the pleasure...:
Feeling Beautiful cum in my arms was amazing. I made sure to hold her tight, especially when I felt her legs start to weaken. There was no way I was going to let her get hurt, even without my assurances.
"Oh yes, Beautiful. Cum for me. Let me make you feel safe. You make me feel good when you trust me."
The very essence of her job made trust a bad thing hell her own family did too to a point except for trusting in them.fighting but for now it was intoxicating to trust him.
I just held Beautiful's limp, post-orgasm form close, making sure all my assurances wouldn't be for nothing. This was the climax of the balancing act. If I fucked it up now, even accidentally, I was certain she wouldn't trust me like this again.
"Take your time. I'm here. Nothing bad can happen while I'm here. I'll protect you to the extent of my ability."
Gently, I slid a finger under the blindfold and lifted it off her.
Kissing her cheek, I whispered, "Thank you for trusting me."
"Come on," I said as I took Beautiful's hand and led her from the dungeon. It wasn't exceedingly late, but we'd burned plenty of daylight.
Sitting Beautiful in a chair in the kitchen, I started preparing something to eat.
"Again, thank you for trusting me," I said as I began chopping vegetables. "I understand your reluctance before. We haven't known each other long, and the main thing we do know is that we both like sex... a lot. A lot of people would say that isn't a very firm foundation to build a relationship on, but a lot of relationships are ruined by unequal libidos.
"That said, I can't say, once we finally part ways, that we'll ever see one another again, but I'm really hoping this weekend isn't the last time our paths will cross."
Finally I got things cooking, so while that happened, I cleaned up. Yes, I could have asked for help, and I suspect I'd have gotten it, but I wasn't going to make this luscious woman do such things at this point in what I hoped would be a regular occurrence for us.
Once clean-up was finished, I sat down across from Beautiful, saying, "We've got about twenty minutes. We can talk, or we can do something. What's your choice?"
I gazed into eyes that were just as beautiful as the rest of her and said, "Part of me is burning to know more about you, but I think part of the thrill of this is the anonymity. Besides, if this indeed isn't our only adventure together - and you can't believe how happy and horny to hear you say it won't be - there will be time to learn more about each other. Probably about the time we decide to learn each other's real names."
Her kiss started slow and tender, but, as with practically everything with this woman, it heated up quickly. My cock was hard and ready to go, but my brain kept reminding me there was food on the stove to keep an eye on. As we kissed, I circled one of her nipples with a finger.
While I could just kiss Beautiful the rest of my life, I needed to check the stove. Giving her nipple a little tweak, I went back to make sure everything was okay, stirred things around a little, then announced, "I think it's about ready." That said, I dug out a plate and two sets of utensils. A couple wine glasses and a bottle later, food dished out on the plate, I set everything before her.
"Considering everything we've done already, I think we don't need to dirty a second plate, unless you object. I thought of doing the same with the wine, but maybe that's getting too far ahead of myself."
At her response, I smiled and picked up one of the wine glasses and placed it on the counter behind me. That done, I filled the remaining glass and held it up as in a toast. "This is a little awkward with just the one glass, but here's to keeping me around." I then took a sip and handed her the glass.