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He strides over to a drawer at the bottom of his bedside table and extracts from it a red silky scarf and a rope. My heart starts beating triple time. He turns to look at me, his eyes serious.
I smile. “Hi Romeo.”
That makes him smile as well. “Hi Juliet. Now, let’s go over the rules. Safe word?”
“Montague.”
“Good. Now degree of discomfort. Green for very comfortable, yellow for borderline, and red for uncomfortable. Agree?”
I nod. “Green.”
“Good. I’m going to tie you up. You will do everything I tell you to. You will call me sir if you want something or talk to me, failure to which you will earn a spanking on your butt with my palm. Understood.”
“Yes sir.”
“Color?”
“Green.”
He cocks an eyebrow.
“Green sir!” I hasten to correct myself but it’s too late.
“All punishment will be administered at my discretion. For now, I’m going to tie you up.”
I purse my lips and nod, not wanting to make another mistake. Romano proceeds to tie me to the chair, in a very similar way to how he tied me when he abducted me. I want to say something but I’m not sure it’s allowed since I don’t technically want something, I just want to make an observation.
Once he’s done, he steps back, examining his handiwork. I’m looking up at him, unable to hide how much I adore him, feeling safe and loved and free.
I cannot move a single muscle.
He picks up the blindfold and steps around me. “Color?” he asks.
“Green sir.” I chirp like an overenthusiastic school girl.
Slowly he reaches over and ties the blind fold to my eyes. I break out in goosebumps. The deprivation of sight leads to the heightening of all my other senses, and I can feel every bite of the rope as it presses against my flesh, my legs, spread wide and tied to the chair, exposing my silk-clad vagina to whatever wind is blowing.
I jerk, realizing that it’s Romano’s movements that caused the cool air against my legs and pussy. He’s between my legs.
A tickling sensation on my thighs makes me jerk and almost laugh. A soft feathery substance is run back and forth, back and forth and then suddenly there is a white-hot pain on one spot as something hot is poured on my thigh.
I smell burning wax.
“Color?”
“G-green sir.”
Teeth are the next thing I feel, sinking into my flesh and nipping gently along my inner thigh until he comes to the soft warmth of my center. I want to spread my legs wider to give him more room but there’s nowhere for me to go. He doesn’t touch me there, where I’m dripping wet, but instead licks a stripe along the flesh he’s bitten. The conflicting sensation of stinging and soothing, plus the throbbing of my flesh where he has burned me with the wax is creating a kaleidoscope of sensation I can hardly keep up with.
I’m feeling so many things that I’m afraid I might pass out from overload.
He pulls back and for long minutes I feel nothing, he has no hand on me and he’s using nothing to stimulate me. I can not only hear but canfeelmy breathing. I can feel my nipples peaking in anticipation. Everything nerve in my body is tingling.
Then his hand is on my mouth, fingers seeking entry. I open my mouth wide, and let him in.
“Suck,” he orders.
I hasten to obey even as I wonder what he intends to do with me next.
