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Figuratively.
Creighton rummages in his bag that’s on the floor and reemerges with a blindfold.
I shake my head frantically.
Yes, I’m agitated, but I would rather see what he has in store for me, even if it’s too much to handle.
He lifts my jaw with two fingers, then skims his thumb over my parted lips. “You’ll be my pretty little doll tonight, Annika. I’ll use your pale flesh as my canvas and mold you into my plaything until you’re all stuffed with my cock, sobbing and screaming my name. The only thing you'll have to stop me is that one word.”
And then he straps the blindfold over my eyes, turning my world black.
My mind races the moment my vision is confiscated.
He’s right. I have that word and I can stop this.
Ican.
But for some reason, I don’t want to. At least, not now.
So I breathe slowly, like whenever he had me on his lap or on a table. In a way, this isn’t any different. I’m just tied to the bed.
Besides, it’s not like he allowed me to move before, even if I wasn’t bound.
This is exactly the same situation in a different setting.
Or I’m just deluding myself.
My senses heighten due to my loss of sight. My ears home in on the slightest sound, my nose gets permeated with Creighton’s scent, and my skin becomes so sensitive that I can barely handle the soft sheets.
A sound comes from off to the side and I figure out he’s rummaging through his bag of terror again.
Anticipation and thrill mix together, warring inside me until I think I’ll throw up.
My breath catches when the noise stops and I feel him hovering over me, watching me silently, expectantly.
Then something cold touches my stomach and slides down to the waist of my panties.
“C-Creighton?”
“I love it when you call my name in that scared little voice. It turns me on.”
A whole-body shiver slashes through me because I have no doubt that my fear is his catalyst and that he gets off on it and my pain.
Still sliding the cold—now warmer—thing over my stomach, he bunches my panties with his fist, pulling them against my clit.
My body arches off the bed as inexplicable pleasure washes through me. How could the helplessness and the darkness turn me on this much?
I’m so sensitive that a mere rub of my clothes is enough to send me into overstimulation.
A slitting sound brings me out of my reverie.
Air hits my core as my panties are removed. And then something plastic is placed at my mouth.
“Suck.”
I part my lips at his command and wrap them around what feels like a ball.
“Good girl.”
