Chapter Thirteen #2
Sated from the after effects of coming so hard.
It took longer than it should have done to realize two things: Firstly, not only had the man not run away but his body was still pressed against mine.
I moved slightly, trying to clear my mind and take the opportunity to glean any clues about his identity I could.
However, the stress of the second realization took precedence.
At some point while my body had been a complete slave to pleasure, I’d dropped the key to the handcuffs.
I shifted both hands sideward, attempting to feel around for the tiny metal object.
He withdrew, and the weight finally lifted.
Sensing he was dealing with the condom, I used the time to continue to run my fingers over the surface of the sheet.
Nothing. No luck. Wherever it had got to seemed to be out of my reach.
“Erm…Jay—” No answer. Hardly a surprise.
It wasn’t like an orgasm was going to magically loosen the other man’s tongue. “I dropped the key.”
“What?”
The usual whisper seemed to echo harshly around the room. It was the first and only word he’d said. I took a deep breath. “The key to the handcuffs. I don’t know where it’s gone. I’ve tried to find it, but…I can’t. If we switch the light on, then—”
“No.”
That word was almost barked out. It was the loudest I’d ever heard him speak.
I lay there waiting for a solution to the problem to present itself, or for him to actually say more than one word.
I was beginning to think he’d insist I leave, handcuffs or no handcuffs, when a long sigh finally pierced the silence. “Blindfold.”
I sought to make sense of it. “You want to put a blindfold on me, so you can put the light on and I won’t be able to see anything? You don’t need to do that. I can just close my eyes.”
“No.”
“Okay, blindfold. Sure. Why not.” It seemed stupid to disagree when I was already handcuffed.
I followed the sound of footsteps across the room followed by a scraping sound.
Was that a drawer? I wondered what he was going to use for a blindfold, a tie maybe, or a scarf?
Or maybe he had actual blindfolds ready to go.
Maybe the drawer was full of handcuffs and blindfolds, not to mention other sex toys or bondage gear.
Lost in thought over the possible kinky contents of the drawer, I jumped at the sudden brush of fabric against my head, his hands running over my face to make sure he’d tied it in the right place.
I wondered how he was going to ensure I couldn’t see anything.
I’d been blindfolded before, not in a kinky way, more in a parlor game sort of way.
I’d always been able to see something—either through the blindfold itself, or if I lifted my head, I’d usually been able to see underneath it.
Was I going to get a peek at the mystery man?
My heart rate picked up in anticipation, the phantom hands struggling to tie the fabric securely. It felt woolen. Probably a scarf, then.
The presence disappeared. More footsteps.
Then the telltale click of a light switch.
My eyes, behind the scarf, were suddenly flooded with light.
I strained to see something. But, whatever he’d used to block my vision was too thick to see through.
With option one dismissed as useless, I lifted my head, hoping to find enough of a gap below the blindfold to see something.
However, it had been pulled down too low.
Either he was clever enough to have thought of all the possible loopholes and eventualities when tying it, or he’d just been lucky.
During my struggles to try and see, I hadn’t bothered to track his movement.
Where was he? I listened. Nothing. What was he doing?
Was he looking for the key? Was he standing there staring at me?
Staring at my naked body. Christ! What if he was finding me lacking.
I shifted uncomfortably, resisting the urge to try and cover myself.
Realization suddenly came to me in a rush.
If he was staring, it probably wasn’t my nakedness he was staring at.
My words came out in a rush. “I can explain about the hair. Well, I can’t.
I lied…obviously. It’s not blond. I guess, I just figured in the dark, I could be something a bit different.
Sorry, if you specifically asked for a blond.
It’s brown. Well, you can see that. I lied about the eye color as well.
I have no idea why I’m telling you that.
It’s not like you can see them under the scarf.
Is it a scarf? It feels like a scarf. They’re brown as well.
Brown hair, brown eyes. Very ordinary. Sorry. ” I ran out of things to ramble about.
Another click and then I was suddenly plunged back into darkness.
Footsteps came toward me and then gentle hands were removing the blindfold.
“Did you find the key? Sorry about dropping it. It won’t happen again.
Assuming, you still want to see me again.
You know, after finding out, I’m not blond. And that I lied. Sorry, again.”
Hands moved to unlock the handcuffs. Again, it took a while, the fumbling fingers finally managing to fit the tiny key in the lock.
Then he was gone. I rubbed my wrists, racking my brain for something else to say.
Something that would end the night on a good note.
Or would at least give me a clue whether I would ever be coming back here.
“If you speak to Tom, that’s the boss of the agency I work for, I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t mention the lying thing.
Not that you owe me anything. But…if you could not mention it, I’d appreciate it. ”
“I won’t say anything.”
Wow! I’d gotten a whole sentence out of him. I decided it was better not to push by enquiring whether my services would be required again.