“It’s OK to be a little scared baby.” He purred tightening the cuffs on my arms and legs. Tonight Ash was in one of his moods, he wanted me and he wanted me bad, and no amount of me saying no was gonna convince him to stop. “Of course, I want you to be scared. It turns me on.” He chuckled disappearing into the bathroom. Saying I was scared wouldn’t even begin to describe it. Lying chained to a hotel bed with nothing but my underwear covering me was terrifying. I saw Ash come back into the room, bag in one hand, and a bandana in the other.
“Baby, why do you have a bandana?” I asked, fearing his answer. He smiled, sat the bag down, and walked over to me.
“When one sense is blocked, the others intensify.” Slowly he rolled up the bandana and covered my eyes. “I want you to feel as good as possible.” He kissed me softly, letting his hands creep slowly down my sides, sliding off my boxers and stroking me slowly. I let ou