07. “I accept the play.”

“So, what do you say?” Madame Shamant says suddenly, excitedly, putting her hands together in a palm that pops and makes me startle. “Do you accept this play?”

I look at the blindfold in my hand, rub my fingerprints on the leather, and ask, “What kind of play?”

“An Impact one, of course.” I look up, meeting her eyes, which, although bright, are hiding something…

“With whom?” I venture the question, noticing that she grimaces, waving her hands dismissively.

“Come on, Vicky, is that important?” She puts her hands in my hair again, stroking it tenderly. “It’s going to be done here, in this club, so you’re under my responsibility. I would never allow it to be some weirdo or someone who could do you any harm.”

“Why not say it, then?” Maybe I sound like a spoiled child, but I can’t help it. Blindfolded play is one thing — blindfolded play without knowing who’s going to be with you is something entirely different. BDSM requires trust; how could I trust if I don’t even know who it is?

“Come on, it’s part of the scene.” She says, resting her hand on my head, her fingers close to the band that holds the lace mask covering my eyes. “And the Dom wants it that way.”

“You said that some men find the challenge funny.” I retort, hoping that this might persuade her, but it doesn’t because she just smiles and slowly undoes the lace of my mask, which easily falls to the ground.

“Those are the terms of the play.” She says, turning her back on me and walking across the room. “If you’re not comfortable with the terms, you can refuse, of course.”

I look at the blindfold, my heart beating very, very fast, a mixture of anxiety, curiosity, and fear mingling inside my chest. It’s funny because I’m scared of not knowing who I’m going to give myself to, even for a brief moment, but I’m also curious to find out.

How does it feel not to know whose hands will touch me?

How will it feel to receive pleasure from someone I don’t even know?

That’s such a big step. Even though I’ve been part of this world for eight years, I feel like a newbie at the moment, faced with so much doubt and so many fears amid the desire to try something new. This feeling of uncertainty reminds me of the first time they put a collar around my neck… The first, only, and last time.

“Okay.” I say with a sigh, putting on the blindfold, “I accept the play.”

The moment my eyes are closed, and I’m deprived of my sight, the darkness makes me hold my breath. I rest my hands on the counter, leaning slightly on it, becoming aware of the way my heart is beating fast against my chest, pulsing in my throat… I can even hear it beating.

“Remember, don’t take the blindfold off… He’s not a Dom you should challenge without care.”

I hear Madame Shamant’s footsteps walking towards the door, and I would like to say something to her, perhaps prolong our talk a little longer, but the door creaks open, allowing the muffled music to enter these walls that seal me in.

And without saying another word, the woman leaves the room, leaving me alone in the darkness that only surrounds me.

I breathe deeply, inflating my lungs to the max, trying to calm the anxiety that’s making me question whether this is really a good idea. The last time I tried to do something different, a public play, things went wrong, and my identity was almost exposed…

I can’t say for sure if Mr. Pollock recognized me. In my past experiences with this misfortune, people always seemed surprised, disgusted, or simply taunted me about it. But he… simply didn’t say anything, nor did he seem to care. I would have expected, at the very least, a surprised reaction, as I did when I found out that he used to be a submissive teacher.

My thoughts are quickly interrupted when the door opens once again, and with it, a bit of melodic music reaches my ears. I shudder, suddenly reactive and sensitive at having one of my most important senses stolen from me.

I wait for something to be said, perhaps announcing his arrival, but instead, Dom just strides into the room with heavy footsteps and closes the door behind him; the thud makes me startle, as does the sound of the key locking it.

A long minute of silence passes, increasing the pace of my heartbeats. My breathing becomes short, and I feel my skin crawl as Dom’s heavy footsteps sound around me. Perhaps it’s because of the soundproof walls or simply because I’m blindfolded, but they seem so loud as he’s approaching me.

Suddenly, Dom stops behind me, making me hold my breath. I feel his warmth close up, even though he’s not touching me directly. But just his presence alone gives me goosebumps.

The silence continues to hang between us… long moments that I’m not sure if they’re seconds or minutes; all of my perception is affected because of the blindfold, and I can just feel and be aware that someone is watching me. The Dom is so close that he could touch me if he wanted to…

When I finally feel him touch my shoulder, I hold my breath. He places his large hand on the curve of my neck and pulls my body back, forcing me to straighten my posture. His movement is so natural that I find myself obeying, leaving my body at his mercy, especially when his other hand fits around my waist and forces my spine to be straight.

I bite my lip, trying not to show how his firm touch has affected me. I can’t keep my hands on the counter, so I grip the sides of my dress, waiting for his next move.

Dom’s hands stay on me, and while he uses his thumb to stroke the fabric that keeps my skin from catching fire in his touch, his other hand rubs the back of my neck, threatening to move his fingers up.

I open my lips and let a sigh escape through them, a low one, but one that’s capable of reaching the ears of the man playing with me tonight — and he seems to like the sound I did because his hand slowly moves up my head, lifting my straight hair until it’s firmly trapped between his fingers.

Dom squeezes and pulls, making my head tilt back, with a surprised moan escaping loudly from me.

I’m too sensitive from lack of sight.

All my senses are heightened, overwhelmed by the anticipation and anxiety of something that might not even come.

Unconsciously, I move my hips back, meeting the body behind me… And just like that, my brat side gets the best of me.

It’s not fair that I should be so sensitive about the smallest of things, something so trivial and simple, while he just enjoys watching me squirm with anticipation… So I rub my ass against him, trying to provoke some way… However, the big hand on my waist pushes me away, holding me so firmly in place that I can’t reach him again.

I grunt as a mixture of irritation and arousal begins to run through my skin, chilling every inch. I try once again to move my hips back, but I can’t. I threaten to lean over the counter again, but Dom pulls my hair so I don’t dare bend over.

A sigh reaches my ears, and I’m sure it hasn’t left my lips. So I try once again to throw my hips back, even though Dom has a firm grip on my hair… To my surprise, he lets go of my waist, letting my ass crash firmly against him. And I have to swallow the surprised and pleasured moan that tries to escape when I feel this abrupt, hollow impact.

My back is glued to his abdomen, which I notice is firm, solid, and strong. His hands slowly leave my body, but I find myself unable to add distance… I just tilt my head, leaning it against his chest, my half-closed lips allowing me to breathe better as I’m intoxicated by the scent of the cologne that seems familiar.

I feel his hand untangle from my hair and slide down my arm, just his fingertips going down slowly. I tilt my head to the side, giving him a view of my neck, secretly longing for his lips to touch it… for a wet kiss that will send shivers down my spine.

But that doesn’t happen… in fact, he moves away, taking what I count as two steps that add a terrible distance between our bodies.

I hadn’t noticed that I’d become needy of the warmth of a stranger, but now I’m shaking, my skin chilled by the goosebumps that make me gasp.

Dom starts walking again, his heavy footsteps sounding loud in my ears. I try to move my face in the direction of the sound, almost as if I can see behind the blindfold, even if there’s nothing but darkness. I also hear some other noises that I can’t figure out, but I think he’s picked something up from the counter — and if I’m not mistaken, he’s close of the Impact Play toys.

My heart beats desperately again for the conflicting sensations that alternate between the throbbing anticipation in my lower belly and the fear of the unknown. I’m handing over my trust to someone who doesn’t even pay me a word, who touches me only to correct my posture… And yet, I’m longing for it.

Before my thoughts can sort themselves out, Dom starts walking again, this time towards me. Dom’s steps continue to be heavy, with the scent of the familiar cologne getting stronger and stronger, even if it’s subtle…

Wait, I know that smell.

I open my lips, overcome by a sudden desire to turn around, but I’m frozen in place, and even though I want to take off the blindfold, my body won’t move… I’m completely paralyzed.

But he approaches me again, standing behind me like before, with a safe distance between our bodies.

My heart is pounding in my throat, and I have to swallow hard to get it back down into my chest. This silence is killing me. This tension is suffocating…

Suddenly, he touches my back again, running his fingers up my spine through this damn dress that barely covers my skin.

And as he approaches from behind, his lips close to my ear, Dom finally speaks, ending this long torment, “Victoria Morgan, I see you.”

This man’s voice is like cold water being thrown over my body. And if I was frozen before, now there’s a strength exploding in my body, making me move away, removing the blindfold from my eyes and throwing it on the floor almost like it could burn me…

I recognize it…

It’s the voice of my new boss.