My brain short circuits. I stare up at him, blinking dumbly as the band of his trousers loosens, as he pushes them down just enough to show me the hardening bulge in his boxers.
When he pulls the blindfold down over my eyes, I still haven’t said a single thing.
I feel his lips trail over my jaw, up towards my ear, where he whispers...
“Double tap to stop.”
The sentence ends with the ear plugs being gently pushed into my ears, making the sound of my blood pumping through my veins instantly louder.
I feel a breeze, a tell-tale sign that he has moved back, away from me, and I test the rope. The reign he’s given me is similar to the times in the Red Room. He always gives me enough length that my hands can reach some part of him, to double tap him as my signal to stop, in lieu of a safe-wo
