good ten feet from the fire. “Stand,” he said.
Without a word, she slowly rose to her feet, bobbling only a little, her arms spread out as she sought her balance. Once steady, she stood still, facing the bed.
“Move before the fire. Do you remember where it is? Do not get too close. It is not my desire to harm you, only to warm you, to stop your shivering.”
“It is not cold that makes me shiver.” She sounded hesitant, her bravery having deserted her with her sight.
“I know, but still the fire will help. Do you need my help to move? To find your spot to stand?”
He felt her pause, think.
“No,” she answered. “I can see where the fire is. Oh, not really—do not worry. But I can see a glow, a light that must be the fire. Surely a candle would not burn so brightly through the silk.”
“There is nothing between you and the flames. You are safe to walk.”
She took a half-step forward and then another, her toes shuffling along the carpet, helping her feel her way.
“You can stop now. Turn toward me,” he directed her.
Her soft breaths echoed in the quiet of the room as she turned, stopping when she faced him. She dropped her hands to her sides, and then brought them in front of her, clasping them together. Her chin dropped down, teeth nibbling on succulent red lips.
“Lift your chin. It is my turn to look at you.”
She gave a small gasp but complied. The teeth continued to worry at her lip.
Moving to the chair, he sat, legs spread, and watched, and examined.
A few minutes of stillness would help them both, calm them both, but he did intend to enjoy them.
He leaned his head back against the high chair. Ruby really had surpassed herself.
Grace was incredible. With her back to the fire she was completely silhouetted in light. She was small, he had been right about that, but perfect, so very perfect. Curved hips designed to cradle a man, well rounded but not fleshy. He could already feel his fingers gripping them, pulling them tighter. And her waist—he was sure he could span it with his two hands, perhaps even with one. Her ribs curved out from there until they reached the gentle fullness of her breasts. They were not large, but perhaps larger than he would have expected given the narrowness of her frame, her thinness.
He had a sudden desire to feed her, to tempt her, to satisfy her every hunger.
Shifting in the chair, he sought a more comfortable position.
He could not quite make out the true color of her nipples as the light shone from behind, but he could make out their peaks, see their hardness, and knew that in bringing out her desires, he was making her ready for him.
He forced his eyes higher, past well-defined collarbones.
And then her face. He could not see it all, the blindfold covering more than half of it, but there was great excitement in that. A hand slipped to his cock. A single long stroke.
Perhaps he should finish it off now. He certainly would not have trouble becoming engorged again. One look at that plump mouth, those nibbling teeth, the eyes shrouded in silk, and he’d be close to exploding again.
Another stroke.
He had to stifle a groan as his fingers circled the head.
She jerked. She had heard him and did not know what was happening.
He would wait. He wanted this to be perfect, to be all he had dreamed without knowing.
He settled back, watched as she became both more nervous and more curious.
“Aren’t you going to say something, tell me what to do?” she finally asked.
“You are doing just what I want. I enjoy looking at you, and you are becoming more used to my looking at you. And I thought we had agreed you would not question me.”
“I am not sure that I agreed to that. I thought the idea was that I would be comfortable. How can I be comfortable if I do not question?” She began to nibble at her lower lip again, a bright indent forming. Her hands shook slightly and she squeezed them shut.
“You must trust me.” He leaned forward, trying to
Without a word, she slowly rose to her feet, bobbling only a little, her arms spread out as she sought her balance. Once steady, she stood still, facing the bed.
“Move before the fire. Do you remember where it is? Do not get too close. It is not my desire to harm you, only to warm you, to stop your shivering.”
“It is not cold that makes me shiver.” She sounded hesitant, her bravery having deserted her with her sight.
“I know, but still the fire will help. Do you need my help to move? To find your spot to stand?”
He felt her pause, think.
“No,” she answered. “I can see where the fire is. Oh, not really—do not worry. But I can see a glow, a light that must be the fire. Surely a candle would not burn so brightly through the silk.”
“There is nothing between you and the flames. You are safe to walk.”
She took a half-step forward and then another, her toes shuffling along the carpet, helping her feel her way.
“You can stop now. Turn toward me,” he directed her.
Her soft breaths echoed in the quiet of the room as she turned, stopping when she faced him. She dropped her hands to her sides, and then brought them in front of her, clasping them together. Her chin dropped down, teeth nibbling on succulent red lips.
“Lift your chin. It is my turn to look at you.”
She gave a small gasp but complied. The teeth continued to worry at her lip.
Moving to the chair, he sat, legs spread, and watched, and examined.
A few minutes of stillness would help them both, calm them both, but he did intend to enjoy them.
He leaned his head back against the high chair. Ruby really had surpassed herself.
Grace was incredible. With her back to the fire she was completely silhouetted in light. She was small, he had been right about that, but perfect, so very perfect. Curved hips designed to cradle a man, well rounded but not fleshy. He could already feel his fingers gripping them, pulling them tighter. And her waist—he was sure he could span it with his two hands, perhaps even with one. Her ribs curved out from there until they reached the gentle fullness of her breasts. They were not large, but perhaps larger than he would have expected given the narrowness of her frame, her thinness.
He had a sudden desire to feed her, to tempt her, to satisfy her every hunger.
Shifting in the chair, he sought a more comfortable position.
He could not quite make out the true color of her nipples as the light shone from behind, but he could make out their peaks, see their hardness, and knew that in bringing out her desires, he was making her ready for him.
He forced his eyes higher, past well-defined collarbones.
And then her face. He could not see it all, the blindfold covering more than half of it, but there was great excitement in that. A hand slipped to his cock. A single long stroke.
Perhaps he should finish it off now. He certainly would not have trouble becoming engorged again. One look at that plump mouth, those nibbling teeth, the eyes shrouded in silk, and he’d be close to exploding again.
Another stroke.
He had to stifle a groan as his fingers circled the head.
She jerked. She had heard him and did not know what was happening.
He would wait. He wanted this to be perfect, to be all he had dreamed without knowing.
He settled back, watched as she became both more nervous and more curious.
“Aren’t you going to say something, tell me what to do?” she finally asked.
“You are doing just what I want. I enjoy looking at you, and you are becoming more used to my looking at you. And I thought we had agreed you would not question me.”
“I am not sure that I agreed to that. I thought the idea was that I would be comfortable. How can I be comfortable if I do not question?” She began to nibble at her lower lip again, a bright indent forming. Her hands shook slightly and she squeezed them shut.
“You must trust me.” He leaned forward, trying to
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