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The soft, cool silk of the blindfold was the last thing Silas saw before everything went dark.
Ivy's fingers, quick and careful, tied the knot at the back of his head, her pink hair brushing his cheek like a secret.
"Just relax," she said in a low voice that made him feel warm inside.
He could only nod, his heart racing in his chest.
He heard a faint sound of metal, felt the cold, hard circle of a cuff snap around his right wrist, then his left.
The chain rattled as she secured them to the strong posts of their bed. He felt a thrill of surrender. His breathing became quick.
"My turn," she whispered.
Her hands got to work. First, she undid the buttons of his shirt. Each pop was like a little explosion of excitement.
The cotton opened, and the cool air of the room touched his chest, followed quickly by the warm heat of her mouth.
