She was kneeling in his living room. Her back was turned to the couch on which he was sitting. Her hands were still placed behind her head while she held up her hair and exposed her neck.
“Do you want me to take the lead?”
Several emotions raged in her head. A sassy answer, a polite one. It made no difference. The main thing was that he would finally do it. The role of the provocateur or the role of the submissive. Both were acceptable to her in order to get what she wanted. She decided for a simple “Yes Sir”, whose intonation revealed both motivations.
He exhaled and stood up. Carefully, he positioned himself behind her. She felt his closeness and her heart raced. Gently he guided the collar to her neck. As the leather wrapped around her neck, their eyes met in the reflection of the large windows. They seemed like a portal to a parallel world, which collided with theirs. He paused with his movement and looked at their reflection.
“Any second thoughts?”
“No sir.”
Her voice had become soft and fragile. The intimacy of the situation engulfed her as she shed all protection. She gave herself to him. Not only her body, but her soul, her whole being had become his.
And with the click of the collar, which jumped into its clasp, the pact was sealed.
The intimidation of the situation was increasingly replaced by desire and curiosity. Her thoughts raced in hopes of anticipating his next action. Her eyes again sought his in the reflection with the goal of reading an emotion.
“Let me help you.”
He spoke as if he had read her thoughts. Calmly, he guided the blindfold over her face. One last time she looked into the reflection before her world disappeared into darkness.
Now that the visual world was gone, she was forced to listen to her other senses. She felt his closeness on her skin. The weight of her arms, which she still held in their position, and finally the embrace of the collar. A feeling of belonging. A feeling of being vulnerable and protected at the same time.
He guided her hands to her knees. She took a quick breath and tried to assume an upright, presentable position. She wanted to please him.
She felt his fingertips on her chin and again her heart raced as she anticipated his lips.
“You’re beautiful.”
The compliment caught her off guard and touched something so intimate inside her that her face flushed. The red of her cheeks made a picturesque contrast with the black of the blindfold. Her embarrassment forced her to turn her head away. However, her movement was stopped by his hand, which directed her face back to his.
“Don’t hide from me.”
Her protective instincts fought in her again. But this time, the fight was decided before it began. She accepted the turmoil he was causing in her and surrendered to it.
“I won’t.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o124ke/intimacy_ds
More please.
So tenderly written. An enjoyable read.