Sit down.
Put the blindfold on.
Wait.
April’s pulse began to race. What was Vicki playing at? She glanced at the door behind her. There was still no sign of Vicki.
April took in a breath and sat down on the chair. Taking one last look at the cupboard full of toys, she wrapped the strip of fabric over her eyes and tied it securely behind her head.
She sat back and waited. Was Vicki in the house somewhere, out of sight? It occurred to April that she should have checked the rest of the house before sitting down and blindfolding herself. That would have been the logical thing to do.
Hell, anything other than this would have been the logical thing to do. April had gone into Vicki’s empty apartment and served herself up on a platter. Vicki, a woman she’d royally screwed over the day before. Vicki, who owned a large collection of kinky torture tools. Vicki, whose idea of a good time was spanking someone into obedience.
Oh, the things I want to do to you…
Something creaked behind April’s chair. A footstep? She listened carefully but couldn’t hear anything more. She breathed in and caught a whiff of Vicki’s perfume. That didn’t mean much. April was in Vicki’s bedroom—her scent was on everything.
April waited a few more minutes. At least, it felt like minutes, but she had no way of knowing. Alone and blindfolded, with nothing but silence to keep her company, time seemed to pass excruciatingly slowly.
Suddenly, April felt a gust of air breeze past her. “Vicki?” she called out.
Again, the only answer was silence.
“This is crazy,” April muttered. Why was she doing this? She should just get up and walk away, stop playing this silly game, no matter how much it turned her on.
A few more minutes passed, and April decided she’d had enough. She stood up and reached behind her head to untie the blindfold.
“Giving up so soon?” Vicki’s voice emerged from the darkness.
April jumped. “How long have you been here?”
Vicki didn’t answer.
“Victoria!”
Still, Vicki said nothing.
April sighed. Then she sat back down and dropped her hands to her lap.
“That’s better,” Vicki said from behind her. “Hands behind your back.”
“Are you going to tie them up?” April asked.
“Hands behind your back.” Vicki placed her hands on April’s shoulders.
As soon as Vicki touched her, April’s frustration dissipated, only to be replaced by anxious excitement. She crossed her hands behind the back of the chair. Immediately, Vicki’s hands were at her wrists, tying a thick, soft rope around them.
When Vicki was done, April tugged at her bonds experimentally. Her wrists were bound both to each other and the back of the chair itself. And with her hands tied, April couldn’t remove the blindfold.
She was at Vicki’s mercy. There was nothing she wanted more.
Vicki rounded the chair to stand in front of April. “Are you comfortable?” she asked.
“What do you think?” April said.
Vicki swept her hand down April’s cheek, her fingertips whispering across April’s skin. “I’ve had enough of your games. Bending my rules, defying me at every turn, trying to get under my skin. Do you have any idea how much you’ve been driving me crazy?”
April smiled. “I drive you crazy, do I? Make you lose control?”