He stood there as everything he’d just said sank in, while I continued to look at him with my mouth hanging open. I didn’t know what to say. What do you say to something like that? I was appalled and turned on all at the same time. I wanted to slap him and attack him. I was so confused. A part of me knew this would only be a one-night stand. Wasn’t that what he’d said before? Maybe he was just making a statement. Either way, I didn’t know how I felt about it.
I looked down at the blindfold and bit at my lip. This was just sex. Just sex. No, not sex. It was fucking. He only wanted to fuck me. Could I handle seeing him every week at school and separate the personal feelings? I wasn’t sure. There was an underlying sense of caution floating around my head. This wasn’t normal; none of this was normal. Well, it wasn’t normal for me, but it appeared it was immensely normal for him.
“What are you thinking?” he suddenly asked.
I looked at him with a frown. “Is this some kind of dominate/submissive play, because I’m not into being some kind of sex slave.” That sounded so much better in my head.
He walked back over to the side of the bed and took a seat next to me. He had a grin on his face as he lifted his hand to my cheek and gently rubbed his fingers down my jaw line. “This isn’t dom/sub BDSM play, princess. This is just how I fuck.”
I stared at him for a moment as I took in what he’d just said.
This is just how he fucks. My insides did a flip. I can handle that, right? I can be in the moment. I can let all my inhibitions go for one night. That’s all I was expecting, anyway.
I looked into his eyes, biting my bottom lip. “What do you want me to do?” My body instantly flushed and the corner of his mouth curved into a grin.
I was putting myself out there. I was nuts, but wasn’t this how the other half lived? Maybe I should have drunk more wine. Then maybe my heart wouldn’t be pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears.
He got up from the bed and walked toward the blue upholstered armchair sitting against the wall. He took a seat, lifting an ankle to rest on his knee.
I sat there and stared at him as he looked me over, rubbing his finger against his scruffy chin. I could feel the slight tremble in my body as I waited and wondered what he was thinking. Maybe he was having second thoughts or something. At least that was what it looked like as he gazed at me with his eyebrows furrowed. The longer I sat there, the more I was starting to think this was a bad idea…and then he finally spoke.
He removed his hand from his chin and rested it on the arm of the chair. “Grab the blindfold,” he commanded, pointing to the bed where I’d just set it down.
I looked down at the blindfold and reached out to grab it. My hand was trembling, but I didn’t know if that was because I was nervous or turned on. I stared at it in my hands before raising my eyes to meet his.
“Stand up and walk toward me just a little bit.” He directed with his hand.
I stood up from the bed and slowly walked toward him. I couldn’t look him in the eyes, so I stared at his chin. A small voice inside my head was telling me to run out of there as fast as I could, but I told it to shut the hell up. A man had never commanded me before. I’d read and heard talk about it, but never experienced it. Desire coursed through my veins at the thought of my fantasies being played out. I’d had dreams about it in the past, but never thought I’d ever do it.
“Now, I want you to put the blindfold on and strip for me.”
He said it so casually I almost thought I’d misheard him.
“W-what?”
He grinned. “I want you to put the blindfold on and strip for me, Emma.”
My mouth went slack for a moment as shock coursed through me, but then a giggle escaped. I looked down at the floor and shook my head at myself. I wasn’t ashamed of my body. I was petite and had curves in all the right places. Maybe a little too much curve, but that was the way I liked it. I’d just never done a striptease before. It was embarrassing, especially in front of someone who had never seen me naked.
“I’ve nev…”
“There is no need to be embarrassed. You’re beautiful,” he said, cutting me off.
I nodded. I was the one who’d said I wanted to do this, so I needed to just do it.
“Okay,” I agreed as I looked into his eyes. He sat up straighter in his chair and waited for me to proceed..
Lifting the blindfold, I looked into his eyes until I’d wrapped it around my head and my vision turned to blackness.
My heart was pounding as I stood there. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then I reached my hands behind my back to find the zipper of my dress. I could hear him moving and wondered what exactly he was doing. The blindfold was going to drive me nuts, but maybe that was what he wanted.
Pulling the zipper down, I could hear each tooth as it came undone. It was so erotic, like hearing the sound of a man pulling his zipper down. You knew what was coming next and it only built the anticipation.