(Harlow)
Not being able to see him changed everything. I could hear Asher moving, but I couldn't tell exactly where he was. My hand was still in his, which helped with the nerves. I knew I could stop whenever I wanted.
"Can you see anything?"
"No."
"No, what?"
I frowned beneath the blindfold. We'd already talked about his expectations, my limits, and what happened once I agreed to give him control. That question hadn't come up. Apparently there was still something he'd kept to himself.
"What?"
"When we're doing this, you call me Sir."
I laughed. Of course he wanted that. Asher already liked giving me rules when we weren't doing this. Now he'd found one I'd actually agreed to follow.
"You're serious?"
"Completely."
Calling Asher Sir sounded ridiculous in my head. This was the sam
