Only her careful concentration kept her from jumping when his hands settled on her head, then drew down the sides of her face until they covered her ears. The underwater, ocean sound was strangely loud. The slide of his palms was thunderous. Then it was replaced by low thrumming as he pushed rubber earplugs into her ears. She heard herself swallow.
Sensory deprivation was something she’d marked as a maybe on her club sheet. Other than blindfolds and gags, it wasn’t something she’d ever tried. She drew in a deep breath and waited.
Large thumbs brushed along her jawline, then pulled. She opened her mouth, fully expecting a gag to fill it, but the thumbs moved up, then along her cheekbones until they rested against her nostrils. She blinked behind the blindfold, confused, until the fingers
