Don't Touch

Prologue

The wet sweat drips down my face. I tighten my grip on the bed sheet as my back arches. I glance down to see him smirking at me. I reach for his hair, but he snatches my hand before I can.

"Not yet," he said, standing up and walking around the bed. I watched him open the top drawer. "Close your eyes."

I wait silently for what is going to happen. I feel the bed being lower underneath my body. He grabs my hands and lifts them up in the air. A cold metal band goes around my right hand. He cuffs it to the bed frame. I move my hand around, feeling the thicker wood, knowing he will cuff me to the top of the bed frame. My free hand reaches out to find him.

He grabs my hand, making me flip to my stomach, and he takes that hand and cuffs it to the bed frame.

My hand feels around and feels a thinner piece of wood. Now both of my hands are separate from each other. I can feel my heart starting to pump faster. I hear the cuffs move a little apart from each other each time I pull on them. The bed frame hits the wall.

"Open your eyes now," he demands on the end of the bed. "Good girl, face me."

I glance back.

He unbuckles his belt and pulls it out of the loops of his pants. His pants fell to the floor. He steps out slowly and walks to the dresser in the corner of the room.

"What are you doing?" I ask as he opens the top drawer.

"You want to jump into pulling my hair. I want to jump into action," he replies back to me with his back towards me. He walks over and picks up his belt. "We might need this later if you don't stay a good girl."

I once again pull on the cuffs, trying to move. "I'm a good girl."

"Good, now stand up on your knees for me."

"Like this? Sir?"

"Yes, remember, you have the power to stop. I have a new toy that you might like. But first, do you want to see the toy or feel the toy?" He walks next to the bed.

I look up and see a small smile on his handsome face. "I want a surprise."

I watch him open the drawer next to the bed and take out a blindfold. He pulls my hair back behind my shoulder and gently puts it on me. He waves his hand in front of me and takes out my hair, covering the blindfold. He tightens the blindfold.

"You can't see now. I'll give you a minute to relax."

"Thank you, Sir."