Hands bound, the blindfold leaving her in darkness. How long had she been that way. Minutes? Hours?

Hands bound, the blindfold leaving her in darkness. How long had she been that way. Minutes? Hours? She remembered his touch, the whispered promises as his breath tickled her skin. The pearls were still there, heavy around her throat, just as the dress she had spent evening in remained wrapped around her curves. Though…not all her curves. Her nipples ached for a touch, any touch, growing more tender and sensitive the longer she was denied. Quiet footsteps approached. She didn’t need her eyes to know he was naked. She smell it, the powerful scent of his arousal. Feel the heat of his body as he stood there. The cuffs around her wrists dug into her skin as she instinctively tried to reach for him, to feel him, touch him. But the leather would not yield, even as she moaned in frustration. There was only one thing she could do, only one part of her body still available. The weight of her body pulled at her bindings as she leaned forward, mouth open. He was thick, hard, rigid. But that didn’t stop her from taking him as deep as she could, savoring the taste and the way he stretched her lips wide. And as his hand came down, to brush her hair aside, his fingertips caressing her cheek, she sucked harder, reveling in the words she had waited long to hear.“Good girl.” -- source link
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