Hate & love

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"I'm going to blindfold you now!" My hand swipes the air angrily as he wraps my hair around his fist.

"Relax, I want you to be comfortable!" I take a deep breath and think about what will probably come next.

"Where is my healthy drink, I'm thirsty?" I feel fingers coming loose from my hair and a moment later Gaard takes my hand and squeezes the juice into my hand. I carefully sip from the glass and drink the contents. I'm about to put the glass down when I feel his paw on my wrist. His firm grip sends a chill down my spine, then the glass is gone from my hand.

"It's time we started!" I feel insecure and cringe at his words. which he seems to notice. "Trust me!" he whispers in my ear and ties a thin scarf around my head and ties it around my eyes. For a second I consider whether I should just get up. But I dismiss that idea because obviously Gaard is a man who is not used to being opposed.

"The whole thing is just a game for you?" "Or?" He laughs and his laugh sounds more like a dark purr. I try to relax and the inner anticipation almost takes my breath away. What's to stop me from enjoying this. I flinch as his hand slides back over mine. I'm confused for a moment. Nevertheless, I find it exciting not to see what is happening around me for once. Let him play his game. I lounge around like I have all the time in the world. He traces my earlobe with his fingertips. Run your hand down your neck, down to your hips. Then he takes my hands and puts them on my thighs. His hands squeeze even harder.

"Your hands stay where they are!" Suddenly I start shaking with excitement.

"Stay there!" A kiss on the forehead, all sudden and fleeting, before I hear him go away. Why does this turn me on so much?” A thousand thoughts suddenly shoot through my head.

"Do not go! Not now!” Is he really leaving the room? Although I widen my eyes, the darkness behind the blindfold does not allow me to see. Groaning, I raise my eyelids and stare desperately into the darkness. I have to laugh at myself. Yes, the laughter even seems to tumble out of my mouth. Where did he go? I'm listening. Nothing!... And the realization that I'm half-n***d and doomed to be motionless doesn't make things any better either. I hate to admit that all of this makes my heart pound. I try to move my head as little as possible and it takes a lot of strength to control my hands. I groan in pain. is is that a test of patience? Fear slowly creeps into my head and I press my hands to the table as I feel a rush of air. Not being able to figure out where he went makes me angry.

"Keep your hands where they are," he snaps at me. "Do not disappoint me!"

When his voice finally breaks the silence after a few minutes, I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Uhh good!" Was he in the room the whole time? That's probably what gives him the real kick. That thought is scary and so damn erotic too. I internally cheer with excitement.

"Is there anything you don't like to eat, Annie?" I try to keep the tone light.

"Apart from insects and maggots, I eat pretty much everything."

"Indeed!" I hear footsteps, he moves away again. Please do not!

"Don't go away!" I yell angrily after him.

"I'm just going to the fridge." I would love to snuggle up to him now, smell him, feel his warmth on my skin, but he won't come back. He shall burn in hell, that rascal! He knows exactly what's going on inside me. He's not out of reach he's probably watching me closely. I hear him working around in the kitchen and stop short. I brood in frustration and try to imagine what he's going to do to me.

"How much longer do you need?" After a short silence he answers.

"Not so impatient young lady!" To my own surprise, I start whistling and resist the temptation to reach out and scratch my head.

"Well, do you like what you see?" I ask coquettishly. I quietly hear his footsteps approaching me until he is very close to me.

"There's a lot more at stake here!" His breath brushes my temples. The soft words make me tremble ... And yet I know no one in their right mind would dream up such a thing. Or is it? I'm almost bursting with curiosity. His fingertips brush mine.

"Annie!" My head imperceptibly jerks up. Gaard is standing right in front of me, I can feel his presence keenly and he doesn't move an inch as if careful not to hurt me.

"Gaard?" I ask softly and he just goes, "Hmm?" I catch my breath as something cool brushes my lips.

"Open your mouth!" I'm thinking feverishly. One last gasp, then I open my mouth like a fish. Darkness still envelops me. It makes no difference whether I keep my eyes open or closed. No shimmer of light falls through the blindfold.

"It's time for a reward!"...and I already have the mysterious object in my mouth. "Chocolate pudding" I lick the spoon with pleasure and a small but fast tingling runs over my tongue.

"It tastes great!" I say softly. It seems to me that this isn't the first time he's done this. For a moment I feel nothing and wait for the next treat. Then his fingers brush my lips again.

"Bite and swallow!" he orders. I groan in pleasure as I bite into a sweet strawberry

"More does he ask?"

"What are you thinking????"

"Good girl!" "Now taste these!" He unerringly leads the next strawberry to my mouth. I moan in pleasure as the strawberry smashes into my mouth...and feel a few drops trickle down my chin. and from there find a way over my neck, down to my chest. Immediately afterwards he presses the tip of his tongue on the corner of my mouth and licks off the juice. Yes, I really enjoy this game! The red juice was on my lips and my tongue now runs all around to get some of it too.

I moan softly and am helplessly at the mercy of the turmoil of my emotions. He leans forward abruptly and I place my fingers on his muscular chest. This time he orders me not to keep my hands on my thighs and so I longingly stroke his chest up and down. His wet tongue seeks the way to my lips. He strokes it lovingly and I clearly feel the flaming warmth that emanates from it. How many times have I dreamed of my first kiss. Is he going to kiss me? I moan, unknown pleasure burgeons in me. And yet it happens. After many seconds or maybe minutes he lets go of me.

Keep calm, stay calm, I think frustrated. It takes me a few seconds to realize what is happening and in my confusion I find myself still petting him. The muscles of his torso flex under my fingers and he lets it happen. My hands seem to have a mind of their own as they glide over his body more lustfully than I would like. He removes the blindfold and for a few seconds I return his piercing gaze in silence.

"Didn't I tell you to go swimming tomorrow?" Did he... He raises his index finger reproachfully. "Are you sure you behaved correctly?" My heart sinks and I bite my bottom lip, lost in thought. "Let's set some ground rules now!" he hisses, leaning forward at the table. "Do you promise me that next time you will do as I ask?" I nod silently and gasp softly. "And what do you think we should do now?" I'm keeping quiet as I'm not sure what's going to happen. The look he gives me says more than enough. He's about to kiss me. When I hesitate a second too long, he frowns. He acknowledges my look with a curl of his lips and a brief glow appears on his face.

"What do you want?...A kiss?...You still have to earn it!" He says it tenderly, softly, almost triumphantly. Instead of an answer, I just shake my head. Look at him in bewilderment. Swallow and take a deep breath.

"Oh!" I breathe stupidly.

Is he happy? I stretch up to look a little taller. Crane your chin, which earns me an unmistakable hiss from my counterpart. I gasp and grimace. If he has any sensitivity, he must be able to sense how upset I am. In fact, I'm about to choke him. I raise my hands defensively and smile apologetically at Gaard.

"Never!"

"Your bad luck!" He snorts, tilts his head to the side and bites back a wicked smile. This day is proving to be extremely strange and hostility shoots up in my face. I keep my eyes closed and try to control my breathing as my fingers drum on the tabletop. I could crush him with the soles of my boots! I stand up slowly, straighten my skirt and angrily walk past him towards the front door. I jerk it open and storm outside barefoot, my arms stretched alternately to the sky. I swallow hard and take a deep breath as I march about thirty paces to my bungalow. My stomach sinks in the hollows of my knees as I realize the full extent of the misery and my head hurts from the heavy drinking.