“Yes, I am.”
He takes off his shirt, and it falls to the ground.
He sheds his pants and boxers next, and I’m left drooling at the masterpiece he is. It doesn’t matter how many times I see him in any one day. He still looks like perfection to me, and he’ll still garner the same response from me.
I try to reach out and touch him, but I can’t. The cuffs hold me back. It sends the first thrill through me of being bound.
He smiles at my realization. “Is touching me the thing you want?” he asks, taunting me.
“Not yet, but it’s something along those lines.” What I want is the most chaste of things but it’s explosive in the height of pleasure.
“Oh yeah?”
“Hmm hmmm.” I scan his perfect form, committing him to memory. I want the image of this man to be the screensaver of my mind.
His smile widens. “You know, when you look at me like that, it’s difficult to be any kind of patient.”
“We have all night,” I say, and he inclines his head to the side.
That lock of hair drifts over his eyes, and the scandalous look he gives me makes my whole body blush.
I give this appearance of being super confident, but I’m actually only like that with him. He pulls it out of me, and I have no choice but to be that version of myself with him.
“We have all night indeed, my perfect sub.” He walks over to the little nightstand by the bed and takes out a black bag. From inside he pulls out a cloth—a blindfold.
Oh my… he seems to have everything planned. He was the last person to blindfold me, and it was amazing. I can’t wait to feel that kind of pleasure again.
We like to play with pleasure and pain. That’s what we do. We never go overboard. It’s always about pleasure for me, and for him.
“Will you let me blindfold you, Jia? Do you remember how it used to feel?”
“Yes to both. It was amazing.”
“Then you listen to my voice and feel me. That’s what I want you to do. I want you to trust me.”
I stare at him; all bravado drains from me. There I was, relishing the nostalgia of pleasure, but I forgot the one thing that was missing.
Trust.
I haven’t thought about trust yet, and I know his request for me to trust him means more than just what we’re doing right now.
It’s deeper.
The thing is, if I trust him, I fall. I’ll fall for him. It’s the last thing I’m holding on to. I’ve been holding on, and I didn’t even realize that’s what I was doing.
“Can you trust me for tonight? Trust me with a little more than your body? I want your heart. Just for tonight.”
My eyes haven’t left his, not even to blink. I’ve just been staring, wondering if I can do it.
He wants my heart, but he doesn’t know he already has it. I just have it locked away. But… I can unlock it for tonight.
“Yes,” I answer, and he gives me a look of awe.
“Thank you, Jia. That means a lot to me.” The look is there, but as his gaze drops to the cloth, that wild sexual hunger returns to his eyes. It’s a mixture of sex and darkness.
It’s a tell of the way he wants to possess me.
I know this wasn’t his intension, but asking for my heart leaves me feeling exposed, like I can’t hold back.