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at the back of my neck. “Lie back.” He kept his hand there as I obeyed his order, the gentle support guiding me down until my head landed softly on the pillow, assuring me I would neither fall nor hit anything. The comforter was cool against my skin, softly emphasizing I was naked from head to toe.
    “I’m going to move away from you for a minute,” he said. “I’m not leaving you, and I won’t leave the room, but I’ll be out of your reach. Are you okay with that?”
    I gave him my affirmative, and his hand slipped out from under my neck. Though his footsteps were nearly silent and my vision was still obscured by blue satin, I had no trouble following his movements. Around the foot of the bed. To the other side of the bed. The mattress accommodating weight as he joined me on the bed.
    Then he was beside me. Lying on his side, I guessed. Hot skin brushed my arm and denim brushed my bare thigh, the contradiction of flesh and fabric emphasizing that he was still partly dressed, but partly un dressed as well. His abs, his shoulders, and his tattoos, they were all uncovered beside me, visible to anyone not blinded as I was. I wanted to beg him to restore my sight, if only so I could see his body.
    “Are you comfortable?” he asked.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good. Because we’re going to be like this for a while.” He shifted slightly. “Now, a lot of people think kink is all about pain. And pain is fun, but it’s not the only sensation we can play with. It can be ticklish.” He trailed a barely there fingertip up my side, laughing softly when I squirmed. “It can be hot or cold.” He blew a cool breath across my nipple. “Or, it can be nothing at all.” He broke all contact and went completely quiet.
    Long seconds ticked by.
    He was so still and silent, I didn’t even think he was breathing.
    More seconds. More heartbeats. More silence.
    At last, he let out a breath, the rush of air warming my skin. In the same moment, I released the breath I’d been holding the whole time, having waited for his implicit permission to exhale.
    “So there are sensations I can give and deny you as I see fit,” he said. “Then there’s restraint. I can bind you with ropes, chains, cuffs, even my hands. Physically bend you to my will.” The backs of his fingers caressed my face, and I shivered. Such a tender touch even as he spoke of force and bondage. He went on. “Or I can let your submission be your restraint. Order you not to move, not to speak.” His thumb traced my lower lip. “Not to come.”
    A tingle worked its way up my spine. Every word he spoke disturbed the air above my lips, so I knew his mouth was close. Not close enough for me to feel his breath, but close enough for me to catch the light scent of his aftershave. He was teasing me again, I was sure of it. Taunting me with the promise of a kiss which would be pulled back a split second before a point of no return.
    “By controlling what you feel,” he said, “by extension, I control your orgasms. And what I can’t control by giving or denying stimulation, I will control through your submission. I decide when you come and when you don’t. No matter how I touch you, you will not come until and unless I explicitly allow it. Am I clear?”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, what?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good.” When he spoke again, a subtle lilt added some sly humor to his tone. “Of course, I’ve chosen not to make it easy for you to obey me tonight. After all, when I control your senses as I do now, denying you any stimulus except what I expressly allow, then even the slightest touch is more intense.” He made a light circle around my nipple with his fingertip. “Isn’t it?”
    My back arched off the bed. “Yes, Sir.”
    “So you can imagine the intensity,” he whispered, moving close enough now that his breath touched my lips. “when it’s more than just a slight touch, can’t you?”
    “Yes, Sir, I can.”
    The warm breath of laughter made me shiver.