lithe fingers delicately trace over the silk material that lays flat against porcelain skin, tying the blindfolded securely in a pristine knot that rested alongside the flaming auburn locks. “don’t you fret, darling.” attempting to provide reassurance throughout gentle tone whilst taking seated position on the woman’s lap. “you won’t be needing your vision for now — just your mouth.” taking opportunity to press small peck against lips, leaving red stain behind from makeup. slender digit delves into the first bowl she had prepared earlier in the test kitchen, generously coating with the cream before repositioning hand in front of bree. “your job is to guess the taste. if you get all four correct— you win a prize.”
𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁 : rouging her cheeks, causing sweat to break across palms, creating an ache between thighs. this is an activity that was unfamiliar, yet a game that is known all to well. she would not come out victorious, too eager to bend at the other’s every wish. following orders never tasted so delicious as when katherine holds the seat of power. lack of sight once would have set her on edge, but now it only adds to the thrill. ❛ pray tell, what you could possibly want to do with my mouth ? ❜ inquiring with a low, warm tone as hands find their solace against thighs without struggle, having mapped out every inch of lover’s body long ago. tips of fingers toy at the hem of skirt, teasing under to brush the bare skin there. ❛ oh, this should be easy, i have quite a remarkable pallet . . . mmm, a prize ? i do hope it’s worth the trouble. ❜
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