That evening, Dominic led Aria into the playroom. The space was warm and low-lit, with thick rugs underfoot and heavy drapes drawn across the windows. A wide bed stood in the center, its dark wooden frame fitted with discreet attachment points. Dominic stopped her at the foot of the mattress and turned her to face him.
“Tonight is about sensation,” he said quietly. “No sight. Just touch and sound. I want you to feel everything I do to you.”
Aria’s pulse kicked up. She nodded. “Yes, Master.”
He produced a length of soft black silk. “Close your eyes.” The blindfold settled over her lids, cool and smooth. He tied it securely, then ran his knuckles down her cheek. “Breathe.”
She inhaled, exhaled, and felt her shoulders loosen.
“Undress.”
Her fingers trembled only slightly as she slipped
