With the blindfold on, all he is in this moment is a voice, a presence telling her what to do. It's horrible. It's wonderful. It's nothing she expected, and everything she so shamefully knows she wants again and again.

She nods again, another quick and obedient bob of her head, then starts teasing a fingertip against her clit, light touches that make her gasp and squirm against the bed. It's not quite what he wants, she knows; after a few minutes, she slides that finger inside her, starting to fuck herself slowly.