Your enchanting quietness is drowning the room. The empty room with pale white walls, and a wooden floor, and sparsely furnished. Yet it doesn’t seem empty. It isn’t empty, because you are there, in the middle of the room, stripped of any clothes.
The flaming curls framing your blushed face, the coy smile and the ropes binding you to the room. Your beauty fills the room, the cold walls contrast with your warm presence. The ropes force your arms above your head, leaving you so deliciously vulnerable to my presence. One last rope between your legs, pressing against your bare crotch, lifting you up so you barely touch the floor with the pads of your feet.
Your breath is heavy, excitement oozing out of every pore on your body. Tonight you are mine, and you know it.
I step forward. You startle and turn your head in my general direction. Even if you are blindfolded I know you can see me with your lush green eyes. Not in an ordinary way, but for who I am, and for what we are. I breathe you in. You smile.
“Let's begin," I whisper in your ear.
And as you whimper with excitement, in anticipation of what I will do to you, I bring forth a small object. A vibrator.
"The rules are simple. Not one sound from you, or else your orgasm will be ruined and we will start again."
The most evil of games to play with you. You make sounds for anything. Sipping on a glass of wine, having a delicious bite of your amazing enchilada. You love sounds. You breathe them, you live through them. But today, today I ask you to be quiet.
You stand there so beautiful, vulnerable, mine. Mine to touch, to torment, to pleasure. To draw out your whimpers, to push you to the edge, to keep you there, teetering between utter helplessness and the oh-so-beautiful release.
I let the tip of the vibrator fly over your body, sometimes letting it touch your skin. The low vibration startles you, and thus, the game has begun. Along with the vibrator sailing over your body, my fingers work your spots painstakingly slow. Deftly flying over your nipples, circling them, moving down to your navel.
I know you, I know your body. Every touch I make is calculated, bringing you to the edge. The vibrator now moves down to your lips. Tracing along your soaked pussy.
You shudder, you are close. In my evil game of domination, I increase the vibrations. Not all the way to max, but enough to make you shiver, and moan.
I lean towards your ear and whisper, "I heard that."