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You didn't move, you didn't make a sound, and you kept your breathing steady.
A dark scarf around your eyes, a belt around your wrists behind your back, and your knees to the ground, spread apart. Your redhead is trained, meticulously, so she knows perfectly how to go about the room and not make a sound. But when one of your senses are cut off and you're given time to adjust, your others are heightened.
"I've read hundreds of comments going on about how people would let you do anything to them or how they were on their knees just from one of your concert videos where you licked your fingers or arched your back, always so fucking slutty on stage," She spoke, a twinge of anger or jealousy in her tone, but then she was completely smug, borderline bragging, when she added, "But I'm the only one who gets to see you on your knees. Begging me to do anything to you."
When she first came into the room, you already had your hands behind your back, wrists crossed, and you looked up at her in all your vulnerability, trust pouring out. You both had towels wrapped around your middles from the bath, but the moment after the scarf and belt were in place, she was taking yours off. You didn't know if she was still wearing hers, if she was naked, or if she got dressed. And you loved it.
"You look so fucking good like this, like you belong on your knees," Her voice was much closer, "Wanna eat me out, baby? Be a good girl for me, okay?" You moved your knees closer together, trying to get some friction since you felt like you were about to drip on the hardwood floor, and then you felt her move to step on each side of her legs, "What's your color, sweetheart? You can answer."
"Green."
Your voice came out strained and her hand was suddenly in your hair, near the top of your head, but you could sense her before she guided your mouth to her lips, your tongue immediately coming out to lick into her, pulling a moan from your redhead as you didn't waste any time.
"So fucking good, baby, always get me wet so fast."
Between her taste, her raspy, breathless voice, and how she was feeding herself to you, it made your head completely fuzzy. The edge of what felt like cloth brushed your forehead and you couldn't help but to moan at the thought of her still wearing her towel, just lifting it enough so you could bury your face between her legs. You wanted so badly to hold her thighs or use your fingers on her, but there was something strumming under your skin at being tied up a bit and blindfolded that was hot and satisfied something deep within you that you didn't even know you needed or wanted until now.
You've admittedly never tried this before, the women you've hooked up with expected you to be just as leading as you were on stage and you were too worried that you'd disappoint, so. But this. With her. Is everything. This level of trust, knowing she'd take care of you after, and it wouldn't always be intense, was another thing that hit you deep enough to put your all in. If you could only use your mouth on her right now, then you'd go well after your jaw ached and you'd happily make her cum over and over again until she couldn't take it.
"Fuck, fuck!" She cried out, pressing you harder into her so you could barely breathe, but you weren't complaining, "I'm coming, baby, right in your perfect mouth – fuck."
And she was clenching hard around your tongue as you took everything she gave you.
You could tell she was about to step back as she came down from it, but then you latched your lips around her clit, sucking intensely and she practically sobbed out a moan, her thighs shaking around your head. She was still in control, could easily step back and have you stop, but she seemed to force herself to stay because there was pleasure twined in the oversensitivity.
