This was hard, and round, with a strap on either side. Dominic hadn’t lied. The blindfold did come with more . . . it came with a ball-gag.

“I don’t want you getting so loud the neighbors call the cops on us.” I lifted my head as he did the buckle in the back to hold it in place. When it was done, his fingertips caressed over my cheek, tracing the edge of the strap. “We still okay?”

I nodded. I was ready to burst with this new level of restraint.

Something that felt like a tennis ball was set in my hands. “Since you can’t use your safe word, if you want to stop, let go of the ball. Understand?” The rough voice rolled over me, my whole body aware of him.

I nodded again.

“Good.” There was noise like he was rummaging in the box. “One more and we’re ready.”

One more? Something large and square clamped down over both ears, and it was playing white noise. Static. Noise fucking canceling headphones. My breath came and went it sharp bursts through my nose.

He’d isolated me completely and locked me inside my body.

Dominic. Where was he? I couldn’t move, see, speak, or hear. The hairs on the back of my arms stood on end. I needed to know where he was. Where he was going to start.

Soft lips trailed over my collarbone and I sighed in relief. The wait for him to touch me, even though it had only been seconds, felt like days. The warm mouth descended until it traced the curve of my breast. Then he licked. One long stroke from one nipple to the other, bringing me to full attention.

He’d asked me our first night in Japan if I could come like this, with just his mouth sucking at my tits. Tonight I most definitely could. He had my total submission, body and mind.

I wasn’t going to come from his mouth teasing my sensitive nipples, because it carved a path lower. Just when he reached the top of my panties, the heat was gone.

It was me here, on my own with just my thoughts of him and my crushing desire for his touch. Please. I moaned into the silicone and bit down on the gag when fingers dipped beneath the waist of my panties, and something round edged its way inside. Round, and vibrating.

It was positioned right against my clit inside my panties. Oh my god, it felt good. I wanted to shift my hips against it, but obeyed what Dominic had told me about staying still. He hadn’t said who specifically it was dangerous for, and I worried more that I might hurt him than myself.

His hands pushed my knees apart, opening me to him while that vibrating ball my panties held in place filled me with bliss. So good, but not enough to push me over the edge. He trailed fingers down on the inside of my right thigh, past my bent knee, until they reached my ankle.

There was a twinge of something. Like he’d flicked me with his fingers. What was that about? His spread fingers were set against my ankle with a band up against my skin. I felt the band pull away, and . . .

Snap! It stung as the band hit my skin and I flinched. Instantly the vibrator pressed down and I groaned in satisfaction. Oh my god, that was amazing. It only lasted a few seconds, and the fingers with the band were back against my skin, an inch closer to my knee this time. His fingers hooked around the band and pulled it away.

I jerked at the bite on my flesh, and moaned when the vibrator ground against me.

Dominic continued this pattern, working his way up my leg. My thoughts began to fracture. I wanted the faint hint of pain the band’s snap against my skin caused, because the pleasure that immediately followed was intense. But as he inched closer to my center, worry formed. Where, exactly, was this going to finish? The top of my thigh where my leg met my body? Or, further?

It was getting hard to hold still. Each round got a little more aggressive, both in pain and pleasure. It happened so fast, it was hard to keep them from bleeding into each other. I was gasping for breath and shaking when the band was placed at the hollow of my leg, just where the underwear ended.

I made a sharp noise as fire licked at me in the aftermath of the rubber band’s strike. The vibrator rolled a circle on me, taking me right to the edge. Instead of sending me over, he pushed my knees closed and pulled the panties down my legs, taking the vibrator with it.

I longed to have his hands on me until he urged my knees back into the same position. I stopped breathing when the band pressed up against my clit. “No, wait,” I said into the gag, although I’m sure he couldn’t understand a goddamn thing. That was going to hurt way too much. His finger teased my clit as it slipped under the band and pulled it away.

I was shaking violently, ready to not just drop the tennis ball, but throw it across the goddamn room. One side of my headphones suddenly pulled away from my ear.

“It’s okay, Payton. Trust me. Can you do that?”

I nodded slowly.

The headphone was put back in place. How the fuck did he have enough hands to do—

The band slapped against my swollen, aching skin and I screamed against the gag, only to start coming without warning. His tongue was on my skin, soothing the burn of the band.

Holy. Fucking. God.

Intense, deep waves washed through me, over and over, as I convulsed in orgasm. I could only imagine what I sounded like since all I could hear was static. Hopefully he could tell my moans were ecstasy and not pain. I think so. He continued to caress me with his tongue, working every last drop of the orgasm from my body.

I stilled as quickly as I could when I floated back into the present.

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