He lays the blindfold over her right shoulder.
With practiced movements he removes her earrings and, carefully replacing the butterflies on their pins, stows them in his inner jacket pocket.
He touches her with both hands.
His long slender fingers trail down her cheeks, under her chin and around her throat. They run over her lips.
Gentle, sensual, dangerous.
He caresses her head, her face, her neck. He runs his hands through her hair, combing it, stroking her scalp. He tenderly explores and massages her ears, tugging at the now naked lobes.
He takes her face in between his hands. His dark eyes, a strange mix of hazel and blue with an amber halo around the pupil like a solar eclipse, look long into hers. They hold hers for what seems like a lifetime, seeing inside her, discovering her secrets, searching for her soul.
She can bear it no longer, and lowers her lids.
“Say it.’ He says quietly.
“I am yours,” she whispers, bravely looking at him again, barely mouthing the words. ‘To do with as you will.” Her mouth is dry.
He takes the black leather blindfold and ties it at the back of her head.
She is in darkness.
Giving herself to a man she barely knows.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Photo stolen from Malum non Vide
This is a continuation of the story begun here