I swallowed the lump in my throat.
It was dark. Of course it was. The blindfold had been pretty securely attached, after all.
Tuning back into my surroundings, I could hear the sounds of the room around me. Quiet, not very many people talking, mostly hushed whispers and the low hum of the air conditioning. I felt myself starting to zone out again until a voice cut through the background noise, a voice that my focus zoomed in on, a voice that whispered into my ear.
I nodded, a bit frantically. “Yes,” I blurted out. I was supposed to be more communicative. Had to remember that.
“Good.” I could hear the smile in her voice.
It was so different from the voice I was used to hearing from her. Somehow, lower, sensual even, the kind of voice that sent shivers down my back.
“Oh, you’re very reactive, aren’t you?” She cooed and ran her fingers up along my spine.
“Y-Yes,” I stammered out, my voice trembling. I bit my lip to try and stop, to try and stay calm, to not sound so already lost.
“Uh uh,” she chided. “No hiding your reactions. But good for saying yes. Your lips are for saying yes.” Her fingers slid up the back of my neck, into my hair as she ran them up and down my scalp, petting my hair. I couldn’t help but moan and lean into it, the sensation too calm and relaxing to sit perfectly straight. My breath hitched as her fingers tugged lightly at my hair every so often, much to her delight.
“Ah fuck.” She giggled. “It’s like, I can’t just pet you, you make all these good noises and it’s like ‘uff I need to pull your hair’ because damn, you’ve got some cute moans.”
“Uh– ah- um!” I flustered, the heat rising to my cheeks. “Y-You know, you can, right? That was part of–”
“Oh I caaan?” Her voice turned sickly sweet. “Thanks so much!”
“So like this, right?” She grabbed at the roots of my hair, her fingers curling and tangling themselves into my hair, pulling at the roots.
“Aahhh, ff, fuck!” I gasped, caught off guard. “Yes, yes like–! Yes!”
“Yes what?” Her grip loosened.
“Yes to that.” I blushed.
“To…what?” Her voice dripped with anticipation. “You’re going to have to be more specific.” Her fingers teased at my scalp gently, the faint promises of more to come.
“To…to!” I stumbled over my words, my embarrassment rising. I heard more whispers around me, soft giggles and sounds of intrigue. I clutched at the sides of the chair and froze, looking down instinctively, even though I couldn’t see anything.
“Shh shh, it’s okay. Look at me.” I rose my head towards her voice as she tugged on the blindfold and my vision returned. “It’s me. Yes?”
“…Yes.” I found my voice.
“Look at me. Eye contact now.” She rubbed my back.
I swallowed and nodded, staring into her, feeling my world narrow until it was just the reflection in her dark brown eyes.
“You were saying?” Her hand trailed back up to my hair and started ruffling it gently.
“I…I. Yes, to the uh…hair pulling. A little rougher, I like when it gets a little…rough…” My cheeks were hot and I fought every urge to avert my gaze as she stared straight into me, into my core, into my desires.
“Mmm, good…” She started to smirk. “So like about thiiiis rough you think?” Her grip started tightening.
“Ah, ah, yes, yes, yes…” I groaned, my words sounding distant and dazed. “Almost hard to think, haha, with your hand in my hair…”
“Mmm, almost like your hair is just connected to your brain, and ruffling it kinda fuzzes you out, and pulling it kind of just scrambles your thoughts?” She grinned, pulling harder, tighter, further back slowly as the pressure grew stronger and stronger.
“Yes, yes, yes…” My voice faded into whispers and guttural moans as my world started to fall away, as my eyes rolled and felt pulled back into my head.
“Eye contact, I said,” she chided, her voice sharp, but with a smile behind it.
I fought to keep my eyes open, my eyelids fluttering with effort, my eyes only barely focusing on her face, catching a glimpse of her widening smile, losing myself in the predatory look in her eyes. Her hand loosened, then readjusted and pulled my head back again, the grip in my hair tighter and tighter as my scalp tingled and burned.
“I bet it’s real hard to think like this, huh?”
“Fuck, ahh–! H-hard, think?” I babbled and repeated after her, my mind too jumbled to form my own thoughts, latching onto hers instead.
“Aww, that’s right, it is isn’t it?” She mock pouted. “It’s so hard to think when it feels so good, isn’t it? Say yes, dear.” She nodded my head up and down for me with my hair still ensnared by her fingers, cooing as she puppeted my agreement. “So glad you agree. You love agreeing, don’t you?”
“Yes!! Yes, yes…” I trailed off, my voice wavering, soft, whimpering.
“Aww, you love the control, don’t you? And you love that I’m helping you agree? Don’t worry that it’s hard to think of saying anything but ‘yes’. Your poor brain’s so fried that’s all you can think of. Your lips are for saying yes.”
“YES!” I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding once she loosened her grip and returned to rubbing my back.
“Everything okay?” She whispered.
“Yes, yes, uh, good! Green!” I babbled.
“Good.” She flashed me a warm smile before her eyes widened with excitement. “Oh, an idea I have…”
“Ah?” I asked, more of a gasp.
“You said you liked the control of the hair pulling earlier…” She weaved her fingers back through my hair, yanking my head back, pulling firmly and taut.
“Well, one thing about this position is that it lends itself very well to control…” Her other hand slid up my chest and rested around my throat. “And you’re practically presenting yourself to me like this.”
My heart leapt into my throat, where it was caught, kept, seized by her fingers caressing my increasingly sensitive throat, my skin alight and buzzing with shivering sensations that made my body tense with cool shivers and trembling heat alike. As her fingers squeezed lightly, shifting position and grasping more of my neck, my heart stood still, though I could hear the sound of my heart rapidly pounding in my ears, along with her soothing, soft words as she whispered control and obedience into my thoughts. My consciousness focused on her while my eyes unfocused, first fluttering and blinking, then threatening to roll back again, kept only by my sheer will to keep eye contact with her.
“Oh, you don’t need to anymore. Sometimes it’s soooo hard to keep your eyes open. And that’s okay. Sometimes it just feels better to finally slip into darkness and sink, and drop and fall, and close your eyes while opening your mind. That sounds lovely, doesn’t it?”
Vaguely, I felt my head being nodded by her fist still clutched tightly around my locks, and the last thing I saw were her piercing eyes. Unable to stay sitting up, I slumped forward in my chair. She whispered affirming words into my ear, into my mind, how good I was for sitting up straight for so long, how good I was for keeping eye contact, for agreeing with her, for sinking for her. How good it felt to continue agreeing with her. A sleepy ‘yes’ slipped from my lips and she giggled, a light and happy sound unlike the commanding tone she had taken with me before.
I felt her fingers on the sides of my arms as they trailed upwards slowly, as she counted upwards and encouraged me to open my eyes, to take my time waking up.
“Flutter flutter,” she whispered. “Slowly now.”
As my vision flickered back alive, I took in the surroundings around me - the room, the people around, her.
I opened my mouth but the words wouldn’t come out. I couldn’t help but stare into her eyes, unable to break contact even as I felt the flush forming.
“Hey, hey!” She waved a hand in front of my face, breaking eye contact, the other patting my shoulder gently. “You can talk now. Let your words come to you now. Your lips can be for more than just yes, you know.” She winked.
Stunned by the lapse in eye contact, the events that had just transpired hit me all at once as I buried my face in my hands, blushing furiously.
“No wai– Nuh uh!” Her tone was firm, but gentle. “No hiding! I want to see you.” Her hand ruffled my hair and tugged lightly until I looked up at her shyly. She cupped my chin in her hand and tilted it up towards her, cooing.
A nervous energy tingled across my entire body, trembling with anticipation and excitement.
“That was,” I started. “Um. Uh.” Staring into her eyes, it was hard not to feel a bit embarrassed about gushing.
“It’s okay, take your time,” she reassured me, one hand rubbing my back and the other petting my hair all the while.
“That was, um.” I looked down briefly to gather my thoughts, the eye contact suggestion no longer as compelling as before. “That was…amazing. And great, and so so so creative and inspiring and oh gosh that just flowed so well and–!!”
“Shh, slow down, slow down,” she chuckled. “We have all night.”
And so we talked late into the night, shared our words, our thoughts, hugs as we sat by each other and leaned against the other when we were out of words, when all we had to share was silence and our existence in one another’s space. Finally, as we stood up and made our way towards the door, ready to leave, I found myself trailing slowly behind her, coming to a pause.
“What’s up?” She turned back and looked at me, concerned.
My fingers touched my lips. “The…the ‘lips are for saying yes’ part, that was…I know I gushed about it a lot just now, but that really was great. It kind of almost feels like a call and response, the kind that I really love, the kind that just exudes that level of control…” I found myself biting my lip.
She smiled softly, though the mischievous glint in her eyes was not lost on me.
“We’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”
