The darkness behind the blindfold was absolute, a heavy velvet weight that forced me to exist only in the sensations of my skin. My breath was coming in shallow, jagged hitches. The man stood behind me, his presence a wall of heat, his hand still resting on my hip with a grip that felt like ownership. I could feel his eyes on my naked back, even through the cloth.
"On your knees, daughter," the voice rumbled. That word again—daughter—it felt like a physical shock, a taboo thrill that made my knees buckle before I could even process the command. I dropped to the plush carpet, my bare skin sinking into the fibers. "Show me how a submissive girl greets her Master. Honey."
I felt the rustle of fabric as he unzipped, and then the heat was right in front of my face. I reached out blindly, my h
