The handcuffs clicked shut. She pulled against them, suddenly realizing that she couldn’t get free. Her heart beat into her throat, her breathing rapid now. She felt the quick release with her thumb. It was where she expected it to be. She calmed down a bit, settling in, only her hearing helping her now. She had never been blindfolded before, let alone gagged, let alone handcuffed. He had said it was better to go slow, but she wanted it all. Now.
The bed depressed by her leg, and she turned her face toward it, trying to see through the dark. Then it sprung back up. Where was he? She heard a zipper. His pants? Something dragged gently down her tummy. That had to be the flogger. She bucked her hips around, biting against the bandana gagging her. She pulled at her handcuffs again, her wrists together up above her head, cuffed around a bar in the headboard.
He kissed her cheek.
She turned her face toward him, feeling his hand move to her breast, over her bra, squeezing her gently. He kissed her neck on the opposite side now, then down to her collarbone. She breathed hard, able to feel his warmth just inches from her, able to hear his breathing.