Marcus had been planning this night for days. He told Lila to come home early from work, take a long shower, and wait for him in the bedroom wearing nothing but the black silk blindfold he loved. She did exactly as he said, her body already tingling with anticipation by the time she heard the front door open.
When Marcus walked into the bedroom, the air felt thicker. He moved quietly, and Lila’s heart pounded as she lay on her back in the center of the bed, wrists and ankles already spread wide. She heard the soft clink of ropes.
“Arms up,” he ordered, voice low and rough.
She raised her arms. He tied her wrists securely to the headboard with soft ropes, then did the same to her ankles, spreading her legs wide open. The blindfold kept her in darkness, heightening every sound and touch.
