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She reads the description: ‘Soft and delicate, yet tough in all the right ways, these fur and silk-lined bonds are sure to please.’ And there’s even a matching blindfold. She wonders if she should just buy them, let Derek find them somewhere in the house and act surprised. Or maybe she should put them on her wish list – her thirtieth birthday is coming up.
An image pops into her head of opening a gift like this, late at night, after a good meal and a glass of wine. Perhaps she’s already opened her other gifts, and they’re cuddled up in bed when Derek reaches beneath the pillow and pulls out the blindfold and cuffs. They’re not gift-wrapped, but it doesn’t matter because they’re so soft and silky and festive already. She’s about to say thank you and wrap her arms around his neck when he grins sheepishly and says, ‘Shhhh…I’m afraid I’ll change my mind.’
So she lies back and closes her eyes. He fits the blindfold over her eyes a little clumsily, his big fingers fumbling through her hair. She’s tingling down to her toes in anticipation – it’s all she can do to lay still and let him work. But she doesn’t want to scare him, so she stays still, focuses on her breathing – in, out, relax – and enjoys the waves of excitement running through her body. When she opens her eyes, she can’t see anything – a little aura of pink light through the fabric, but that’s all.
He presses his lips to hers, and she realises she’s never kissed him before without watching him lean closer and closer in anticipation of the impending kiss. But now, she doesn’t know what to expect, his lips are there and then they are elsewhere, and she doesn’t know how to react, how to plan. Instead, his lips light unexpected little fires wherever they land, as though he’s pressing fireflies to her skin. He is kissing the curve of her neck when he whispers, ‘undress for me’.
She feels a jolt of panic. Get undressed? How? She can’t see anything. How will she know what she looks like? What if she does something stupid? But he is kissing her along the back of her ear, across the front of her shoulder blade, and she realises it doesn’t matter, that she’ll do as he asks because she wants to, because he wants her to.