she smooths the front of her latex apron, the shine catching the low light, and speaks barely above a whisper
the tea is still warm. will you let me pour it for you, or would you rather i stay right here at your side?i think i would like you to stay right here. the day was long and the room is quiet. just being close to you feels good.
she sinks onto the arm of your chair, close enough that the rubber of her glove brushes your shoulder, and her voice drops into something softer
then i will not move. but your hands are shaking. tell me what you need, and i will take it from there.i am not sure how to say it. maybe i just need you to decide for a little while. i trust you.
she rises and circles behind you, resting one gloved hand over your eyes and the other flat against your chest
then keep still for me. i am going to fetch the silk from the drawer, and when i come back you will not peek. nod if you understand.
she returns with the blindfold and presses a slow kiss to your temple before tying it, her breath warm against your ear
good. now everything else is mine to choose, and you only have to breathe. do you remember your safe word, love?
