Protagonist! Please Stay Away from Me 2!-Chapter 40: Tasting Different Food Items While Blindfolded (R18)

"Tina, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice a hushed murmur amid the lavish splendour of her mansion. Towering columns of polished white marble flanked us, while floor-to-ceiling windows framed the twilight gardens outside. Crystal chandeliers dangled like frozen fireworks, bathing the room in a cascade of amber light that danced across gilded furniture and priceless artworks.

Without thinking, I leaned in and brushed a feather-light kiss against her cheek, inhaling the intoxicating warmth of her skin mingled with her signature jasmine perfume. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

She drew back just a fraction, her dark eyes gleaming with a mix of surprise and delight. "You look far too happy tonight. Care to share the secret?"

I let a playful smile curve my lips, pivoting slightly so the gown caught the light fully. It was a vision in emerald silk, the fabric so fine it poured over my body like molten jade—deep, hypnotic green that shifted to luminous teal with every movement.

The off-the-shoulder neckline plunged daringly, framed by gossamer lace sleeves that clung delicately to my arms like morning mist, ending in subtle ruffles at my elbows. The bodice hugged my torso in a corseted embrace, adorned with hand-stitched silver embroidery of thorny vines entwining wild roses, each petal accented by minuscule Swarovski crystals that refracted the chandelier’s glow into a thousand tiny rainbows across the marble floor.

The skirt billowed out in voluptuous layers of pleated chiffon and taffeta, trailing behind me in a whispering train that pooled like a verdant ocean at my heels, every step sending soft ripples through the silk. It transformed me—made my skin glow, my posture regal, my presence undeniable. "I’m happy because you care about me so much, Tina. More than I ever dreamt of. You are a good person."

Her gaze softened, shadows of our shared past flickering in her eyes—the arguments, the silences, the ache she’d left behind. "Do you forgive me? For everything?"

"I will... if you mean it," I whispered, my heart pounding as I closed the gap between us. Our lips met in a kiss that started tender, then deepened with urgent need—soft at first, like a question, then hungry, her mouth warm and yielding against mine.

Her hands slid to my waist, palms pressing into the embroidered bodice, fingers splaying over the cool silk and the heat of my skin beneath. The crystals tinkled faintly under her touch, a delicate chime that echoed our quickening breaths.

I eased back, breathless, searching her face. "You hurt me before, Tina. So deeply it scarred. Show me your good side now—prove you can be the one who heals it. Always be good to me."

She paused, vulnerability cracking her poised facade, then cradled my face in her hands, her thumbs brushing my flushed cheeks. "I swear, I’ll make it right. Starting tonight." With that, she pulled me into another kiss, fiercer this time, as the mansion’s shadows enveloped us, the air thick with unspoken promises and the rustle of my gown.

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Tina guided Sharon up the winding staircase, her hand warm and steady on the small of Sharon’s back. The air grew thicker with anticipation as they ascended, the soft creak of the steps underfoot echoing faintly.

Reaching the top, Tina pushed open the door to her bedroom, revealing a space of opulent indulgence. Plush carpets sank beneath their feet, and the king-sized bed dominated the room, draped in silken sheets that shimmered under the dim glow of bedside lamps. Crystal accents caught the light from a chandelier overhead, and the faint scent of rose lingered in the air.

With a gentle nudge, Tina led Sharon to the edge of the bed. "Lie back, love," she murmured, her voice a soothing caress. Sharon complied, sinking into the mattress that enveloped her like a cloud. Tina’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached into a nearby drawer, pulling out a silk scarf. "Trust me?" she asked, and Sharon nodded, her breath quickening.

"It won’t hurt, right?" Sharon asked hesitantly. She was glad that her beauty had enchanted Tina completely.

"No, sweetheart. It won’t hurt. Besides, I won’t hurt you ever again." Tina tied the scarf around Sharon’s eyes, the fabric cool and smooth against her skin, plunging her world into darkness. Every sound, every touch, amplified in the void.

Tina’s fingers trailed lightly down Sharon’s arms, sending shivers racing across her flesh. She leaned in close, her breath warm against Sharon’s ear. "We’re going to play a little game. A taste testing challenge. I’ll feed you things, and you guess what they are. Get it right, and you get a reward."

Sharon’s lips parted in a smile, her body already humming with excitement. It was something new for her. Tina’s presence loomed over her, protective and tender, her movements deliberate and unhurried.

The first offering came without warning—a soft, ripe berry pressed to Sharon’s lips. Juice burst forth as she bit down, the tart sweetness flooding her mouth.

"Strawberry," she guessed, and Tina chuckled softly, rewarding her with a feather-light kiss on the cheek. Next, something creamy and cool slid over her tongue, melting instantly.

"Chocolate," Sharon said confidently, earning a brush of lips against her neck that made her arch slightly.

Tina’s game escalated, her touches growing bolder with each correct guess. She dripped honey onto Sharon’s lower lip, watching as Sharon’s tongue darted out to catch it. "Honey," came the answer, and Tina’s reward was a slow lick along the same path, her tongue warm and teasing. Sharon’s breaths came faster now, the blindfold heightening every sensation. Tina’s hand rested on her thigh, thumb circling in lazy patterns, inching higher with each passing moment.

A sliver of mango followed, its juicy flesh bursting with tropical flavour. Sharon savoured it, murmuring the word, and Tina’s lips captured hers in a deeper kiss, tongues dancing briefly before pulling away. The air between them crackled, charged with building desire. Tina fed her a piece of salted caramel next, the contrast of sweet and savoury making Sharon moan softly.

"Caramel," she whispered, and Tina’s fingers traced the edge of her bra, not removing it yet, but pressing just enough to elicit a gasp.

The challenges grew more intimate. Tina’s own skin came into play—a fingertip dipped in warm oil, trailed across Sharon’s lips. She sucked gently, tasting the subtle saltiness. "You," Sharon breathed, and Tina’s laugh was low and husky. As a reward, she nuzzled into Sharon’s neck, sucking lightly on the pulse point there, drawing out a whimper. Sharon’s body responded, hips shifting restlessly on the sheets.

Tina continued, her gentleness unwavering. She offered a sip of chilled wine from a glass, tipping it carefully so it wouldn’t spill. Sharon swallowed, the liquid warming her from within. "Wine," she said, and Tina’s hand slipped under the bra’s edge, cupping her breast softly, thumb grazing the hardening nipple. Sharon arched into the touch, blindfolded eyes fluttering shut beneath the scarf.

The tastes turned playful yet erotic. Tina smeared a dab of whipped cream on her own collarbone and guided Sharon’s mouth there. Sharon lapped it up eagerly, tongue swirling over smooth skin.

"Cream," she guessed between licks, and Tina shivered, her cock twitching with arousal. She was already bare, her body lean and toned, the thick length of her shaft half-hard from the proximity. But she held back, savouring the slow build.

Sharon’s guesses grew breathless as the game intensified. A frozen grape popped between her teeth, cool and refreshing. Correct, and Tina’s mouth followed, kissing her deeply, sharing the lingering chill.

Then, something warmer—a trail of melted chocolate along Sharon’s inner wrist. She licked it clean, identifying it instantly, rewarded with Tina’s hand sliding between her thighs, fingers pressing against the damp fabric of her panties.

Tina’s voice was a gentle rumble. "You’re doing so well, Sharon. Just a few more." She fed her a slice of peach, juice dripping down her chin. Sharon caught it with her tongue, and Tina wiped it away with her thumb, then sucked the digit clean herself. The air hummed with their shared heat. Next, a hint of spice on a cracker—cinnamon, Sharon named it, and Tina’s lips found her earlobe, nibbling softly.

The blindfold made everything electric. Sharon’s senses zeroed in on Tina’s scent, musky and inviting, and the soft sounds of her movements. Tina’s cock brushed accidentally against Sharon’s leg as she leaned in for the next taste—a dollop of yogurt on her fingertip. Sharon sucked it greedily, her free hand reaching out blindly to touch Tina’s hip.

"Yogurt," she murmured, and Tina groaned softly, her arousal evident in the way her shaft hardened fully now, veined and throbbing.

One final challenge: Tina positioned herself carefully, letting the tip of her cock, slick with a bead of pre-cum, brush Sharon’s lips. The taste hit her tongue as she licked tentatively. "You," Sharon said again, voice husky with need.

Tina untied the blindfold then, her eyes dark with desire as she gazed down. "Perfect,’ she whispered, tossing the scarf aside.

Sharon’s eyes adjusted to the light, taking in Tina’s naked form—her full breasts, the curve of her hips, and the impressive cock standing proud between her legs. But Sharon still wore her bra and panties, the thin barriers a teasing remnant. Tina’s hands moved with smooth intent, unhooking the bra in one fluid motion and letting it fall away, her mouth immediately latching onto a nipple, sucking gently. Sharon moaned, her hands tangling in Tina’s hair.

"Can I?"

"You can, Tina. But be gentle."

"I will."