As Lindsey entered the room, her eyes were drawn to the foot of the bed. The drapes had been tied back carefully, leaving the X-shaped cross that was built into the frame completely exposed. That had to be deliberate.
Camilla led Lindsey to the table. Once again, the wooden chest with Camilla’s initials on the lid sat on top of it. Camilla untied the belt of Lindsey’s robe and slipped it from her shoulders, baring her naked body.
Camilla tapped the table next to the box. “Sit up here.”
Lindsey took a seat on the edge of the table and watched her Mistress open the box, once again using the lid to hide its contents from view. First, Camilla pulled out the blue and gold wrist cuffs. Then, she took out a second pair of cuffs that were identical, but slightly bigger. They even had the same little gold tag with Camilla’s initials on them. Finally, she pulled a blindfold out of the chest and set it down on the table next to the four pairs of cuffs.
Lindsey stared at the blindfold. It was made of the same midnight blue leather as the cuffs on the outside, but the inside was lined with soft black fur. This blindfold was her one soft limit. Her mountain to conquer. But Lindsey had faced her fears with Camilla so many times now. She felt ready.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Camilla said. “Having second thoughts?”
“No,” Lindsey replied. “I want to do this with you.”
“I promise I’ll take care of you.” Camilla slid her own robe from her shoulders. “And I promise I’ll make this a pleasurable experience.”
She pulled Lindsey close, kissing her with her whole body. The scent of Camilla’s freshly washed skin enveloped her. God, everything about her Mistress was mesmerizing. Her long, dark hair, which flowed down her chest, and the way her nipples peeked out from behind it. Her generous curves, which Lindsey just wanted to drown in. Those full, soft lips that made Lindsey weak every time they touched her skin.
Camilla broke away. Silently, she took Lindsey’s hand and drew her fingers all the way down Lindsey’s arm from her shoulder to her palm. She picked up one of the small cuffs and buckled it around Lindsey’s wrist before doing the same with Lindsey’s other wrist. Then she took Lindsey’s leg and ran her hands down it gently. She straightened out Lindsey’s knee, her fingertips tickling the sensitive skin behind it, and buckled a cuff around her ankle carefully. It was like her Mistress was performing some kind of sacred ritual.
Camilla fastened the last cuff around Lindsey’s ankle and stood up. “Now for the final touch.” She picked up the blindfold and pulled it over Lindsey’s head, adjusting it so it sat covering her eyes.
For a moment, Lindsey wanted to panic. The blackness was so complete. But Camilla’s presence was enough to ground her. And her anxiousness was far overshadowed by her arousal.
Camilla placed a hand on the front of Lindsey’s shoulder. “How does that feel?”
“Good, Mistress,” Lindsey said.
“Here.” Camilla took Lindsey’s hand. “Come with me.”
Camilla led Lindsey in the direction of the bed. Lindsey’s pulse thrummed in her ears. Was Camilla taking her to the cross? Lindsey’s suspicions were confirmed when Camilla nudged her backward, and her shoulder blades hit solid wood.
“Spread your feet apart,” Camilla said.
With the same reverence she’d shown earlier, Camilla trailed her hands down each of Lindsey’s legs and attached the O-ring of each of the cuffs to the cross. Lindsey couldn’t see how she did it, but she heard a metallic click each time. Camilla took Lindsey’s wrist and raised her arm up gently, binding it to the cross, then did the same with her other wrist.
Lindsey’s breath grew heavy. This was the ultimate surrender. To be bound and helpless, unable to move, and touch, and see. But she wanted this. Lindsey wanted to give herself over to Camilla so completely, to trust her Mistress with every part of herself, to give her all to this woman who made her feel so many incredible things she hadn’t even known she was capable of feeling.
Camilla cupped Lindsey’s face and kissed her greedily. Lindsey let out a low murmur. The taste of her Mistress’s lips was better than fine wine, or chocolate covered strawberries, or any of the other indulgent delights that she’d shared with Camilla.
Camilla drew her fingertips down Lindsey’s cheek, down the side of her throat and between her breasts. Her Mistress’s feather-light touch made goosebumps form on Lindsey’s skin. Soon, Camilla’s hands were all over Lindsey’s body, painting invisible lines with the pads of her fingers, sculpting Lindsey’s curves with her palms.
Right then and there, Lindsey forgot all about the blindfold. All her other senses were
overloaded with Camilla. Her touch, her kiss, the scent of her—it flooded every cell in Lindsey’s body with need.
“Oh, you like this, don’t you?” Camilla traced her thumb over Lindsey’s pebbled nipple. “It’s not so scary after all, is it?”
“No, Mistress,” Lindsey said.
Camilla slid her palm down to Lindsey’s mound, skimming her middle finger between Lindsey’s outspread lips with an agonizingly light touch. Lindsey pushed her hips out toward Camilla as far as she could.
“Patience.” Camilla pressed herself against Lindsey. “I’ll give you what you need, but only if you don’t rush me, understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Lindsey whispered.
Camilla broke away. Lindsey waited in silence. Then, she felt a puff of heat on the inside of her thigh. Camilla’s breath.
Her Mistress was on her knees.