The length of silk she tied over his eyes blocks out the light. The soft cord she used to bind his wrists and ankles bites into his skin. He’s profoundly aware of his nakedness. Of his arousal. Anticipation makes him tremble. ‘Wait,’ she said, and withdrew. ‘Wait.’
If he’s good, she will reward him.
He senses her near. Her soft breath, her warm skin, the smell of her wet cunt. She watches.
He closes his fists and flexes against the rope. He exhales, soft, and parts his wet lips, tasting the air for the scent of her.
He’ll be good.