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He didn’t say anything, and his silence, I quickly realized, was worse than punishment. I mean, I’d never been punished sexually by a Dom, but his silence was truly torturous. Especially when I couldn’t see his face.
I tipped my head back to glance up at him.
“Sit still.”
I sat straight in my chair and didn’t look at him. As he massaged my shoulders, melting my tension away, he worked my bra straps over my shoulders and let them fall down my arms. I wanted them to keep falling, for my bra to fall down, baring my breasts so he could grab them.
Why wouldn’t he touch my aching parts? He had to know by now that I was aching. I’d been sitting here in my underwear for like half an hour while we chatted about sexual limits.
I finally got brave and interrupted the silence. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
“Would that be hot for you? Punishing me?”
“Very.”
My whole body flushed hot again.
“But I’d consider it discipline. Correction. Not punishment.”
Oh, wow.That word.Discipline.
I was growing to like it.
“I want to know what else is hot for you,” I whispered excitedly.
“It’s gonna be obvious what’s hot for me,” he said softly. “I’ll be instigating. I’m not gonna instigate anything that I don’t want.” He leaned down close to my ear and said, “And here’s a rule for you. No more questions.”
He reached to pick up the black satin blindfold that had been lying on the table, taunting me the entire time. “I’m gonna put this on you.”
I looked up into his eyes.
“Hot?” he asked me.
“Yes. Hot.”
“Good girl. Take off your glasses.” I did, and he slipped the blindfold over my head. It was silky and stretchy and he slid it down gently over my eyes. “Comfy?”
“Yes.”
“Dark?”
“Yes. I can’t see anything.”
“Good.” He ran his fingers down the back of my neck and leaned in close to my ear again. His touch, his body so near mine, his heat, his smell, all these sensations sharpened with the blindfold on. His breath caressed my neck as he spoke. “If there’s something new I want to instigate, I’ll tell you. If you say cold, we’ll move on.” His voice, in the dark, was even more mesmerizing. Hypnotic.
“Okay.”
He took his hands away and I felt him stand back. Every breath, every second that he made me wait, alone in the dark, I was just growing hungrier. Hungrier for his hands. His mouth.
Anything.
“So… what is it you want to do?” I asked, breathless. I couldn’t stand the waiting. I didn’t even know where he was right now, and I couldn’t handle it.
“I said no more questions. And right now…” he said, suddenly close in my ear again, “I want to spank you.” He sat down on the chair next to me, leaning in close. I could feel him, even though he wasn’t touching me.
“Why?” I breathed. Was that the punishment/discipline he had in mind?
