“ good boy “
I whispered against his ear before gently tied the blindfold around his eyes, the soft material covering his vision, leaving him in darkness. His other senses seemed to heighten, every touch and sound amplified in the sudden absence of sight.
I paused for a moment, just watching him. I could see the way his chest moved with his quickened breathing, the way his hands flexed against the restraints, anticipation coursing through him.
I let my fingers trail down his neck, over his collarbone, and he shivered, his lips parting slightly as he let out a soft sigh.
Slowly, I reached over to the side table again and picked up a small pot of hot, melted chocolate. The rich, sweet aroma filled the air, and I couldn’t help but smile at the possibilities.
I dipped a finger into the
