She draws a shaky breath. "I want you to show me. Everything. How it feels to truly submit to someone worthy of that gift."
Her words affect me more than I expected, a tightening in my chest that has nothing to do with physical desire. "Get on the bed. Lie on your back, arms above your head."
She complies immediately, the picture of willing submission as she arranges herself as instructed. I stand, moving to the edge of the bed to look down at her. Still fully clothed while she's completely exposed, the power imbalance is deliberate and effective.
"I'm going to blindfold you." I pick up the black silk blindfold from the bedside table. "It will heighten your other senses."
She nods, lifting her head slightly to allow me to secure the blindfold. Once it's in place, I run my fingers lightly down her cheek, her neck, between her breasts, watching goosebumps rise in the wake of my touch.
"Can you see anything?"
"No."
"Good. Remember your safe words. Use them if needed." I strip off my shirt, wanting to feel her skin against mine. "I'm going to touch you again. You're not to move unless I tell you to. Understood?"
"Yes, Dario."
I begin with her face, tracing the delicate features with gentle fingertips, learning the contours of her cheekbones, the fullness of her lips. My touch grows firmer as I move down her neck to her shoulders, massaging the tension from her muscles.
When my hands finally cup her breasts, she gasps, arching slightly into my touch. I brush my thumbs over her nipples, watching them harden further.
"You're responsive." I lean down, replacing fingers with lips, placing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. "I like that."
"Feels good," she murmurs, body trembling slightly with restraint.
I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then with increasing pressure. Her back arches despite her attempt to stay still.
"What did I say about moving?" I pull back, voice stern but not angry.
"Sorry." She immediately flattens herself against the mattress.
"You'll need to be punished for that." I trace lazy circles around her other nipple, watching her struggle to remain still. "Later. For now, I want to taste you."
I move down her body, trailing kisses across her ribs, her stomach, the jut of her hipbones. When I settle between her thighs, I feel her tension, the anticipation building.
"Spread your legs wider." The command comes rough with desire. "Show me what's mine tonight."
She complies, thighs falling open, exposing her completely. The sight of her, wet and ready, nearly breaks my control.
"Beautiful." I brush my fingers through her folds, gathering the evidence of her arousal. "So wet already. Is this for me, Judy?"
"Yes." The word comes breathless, almost desperate.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Dario."
"Good girl." I circle her entrance with one finger, not yet penetrating. "I'm going to make you come with my mouth now. You're allowed to move for this. You're allowed to make noise. In fact, I want to hear exactly what I do to you."
Before she can respond, I lower my mouth to her center, tasting her with a broad stroke of my tongue. The sound she makes—half gasp, half moan—sends a jolt straight to my cock.I explore her methodically, learning what makes her hips buck, what makes her thighs tremble.
When I focus on her clit, sucking gently while sliding one finger inside her, she cries out, hands fisting in the sheets above her head.
"That's it." I add a second finger, curling them to find the spot that makes her back arch. "Let me hear you."
Her breathing grows ragged as I establish a rhythm, fingers thrusting as my tongue works her clit. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, the telltale trembling that signals approaching orgasm.
"Dario, I'm going to?—"
