A Scandalous Arrangement – #4 in Victorian erotica
“Ah Victoria, I intend to do so much to you that you did not expect. For now though, have you looked your fill since I intend to blindfold you?”
She gasped, horrified. Could this experience get any worse? “Why? Why would you do that?”
“I want you to focus on what you feel. No distractions. And I want you on edge.”
“Please Sir, please do not do that. I need to know what is happening. I can’t–”
“You can. You will, Victoria. Also, I don’t intend to gag you, at least not on this occasion, but you will be forbidden to speak. If you have any questions you need to ask me, do so now. Otherwise you will not utter a word unless I ask you a direct question, in which case you will answer truthfully, respectfully and without hesitation. Or unless you wish to use your safe word. You may scream, or squeal – I accept that – but no other sounds. Are my instructions clear?”
Victoria wondered if she might faint. She never had, not even when she broke her wrist as a child, but she could not recall ever being as terrified as she was in this moment. Even without his insistence on silence, she could find no words, no questions. Nothing. For lack of a more articulate response she just gaped at him.
“Victoria? Do you understand what I require from you? Are you ready to obey me?” His tone had hardened, the unmissable timbre of the stern dominant, demanding man now penetrating her shock and despair.
She nodded, chewing on her lower lip. She tasted blood in her mouth.
“Say it. That was a direct question, I expect you to answer.”
“Yes Sir. I understand.”
She should stop this, call a halt now. Just one word would do it. But she did not. Instead she remained still, watching him as he left the bed and strolled across the room to pick up a dark blue silk kerchief from the dressing table. He rolled it diagonally into a wide band then came back to stand behind her. Despite her fear, or maybe because of it, Victoria could not take her eyes off his erection which seemed to taunt her now. His cock jutted proud and firm as he walked around the room, the head almost level with his navel. Oh sweet Jesus, what had she let herself in for?
“Close your eyes, little one. And keep still.” He was close, murmuring his commands now.
Victoria obeyed, shivering as the silk brushed her forehead before settling across her eyes. Her world went dark. Adam tied the kerchief at the back of her head, secure but not uncomfortable. Not a sliver of light penetrated, dashing any lingering hope she might have retained that she could manage this.
“Sir, I am afraid of the dark.” She blurted out her protest, half expecting to earn a punishment for disobedience right at this early stage
He was silent for a moment, then, “You surprise me, Victoria, but thank you for telling me that. I will be here the whole time. You won’t be alone, not even for a second. If at any point you need me to speak to you, or to touch you, you may ask me for that.” His hands were on her shoulders, caressing, massaging. A tingle ran through her as he bent to kiss her hair. “Will that suffice, little one? We can continue? Yes?”
Victoria drew in a long, shuddering breath, then offered a brief nod. “Yes Sir. I think so. I will try.”
“Thank you. So, Miss Wynne, it begins.”