𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍﹗

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I nibble on my bottom lip at the sight of his aching bulge, the satin fabric dangles from his left hand while his other moves to grab my chin. He forces me to look up at him and I eagerly lick my lips as I purposely glance at his clothed erection, my reaction earns me a deep chuckle from him.

"My eager little secretary.." He caresses my chin softly, his fingers running along my jaw before his hand cups my cheek and he uses his thumb to gently stroke the skin under my eyes. I look at him with doe, innocent eyes, but we both know that's the last thing I am.

He then pauses the movement, keeping his hand still on my cheek, the coldness of his touch is a nice contrast to my warm skin. Just when I think he's about to pull away, I'm instead met with a sharp, stinging sensation on my cheek, making me whimper softly. My hand immediately goes to cup it, I look at him with furrowed eyebrows and he only seems even more amused by my reaction.

"You're so soft," Rainer whispers, "So delicate." His hand takes mine away from my cheek and replaces it with his. His cold fingers brush against my soft skin, easing the pain away before he gives me a few pats and pulls back. The slap is surely going to leave a mark, but I know this isn't even the beginning.

He plays with the black fabric in his hands, teasing me by wrapping it around two fingers, the same ones he uses to fuck me into many orgasms, with his eyes fixated on me. I'm starting to grow impatient, Rainer notices and thankfully decides to start placing the blindfold on me.

The softness of the material creates a sensation that is supposed to be soothing and comforting, though for me, it's anticipating and sends a jolt of energy and arousal throughout my whole body. The fabric is placed over my closed eyelids, enveloping them in darkness and obscuring my vision. I feel Rainer's hands moving to the back of my head, tying the fabric into a tight knot to make sure it doesn't slip.

My other senses, mostly hearing and touch, become more heightened as my vision is temporarily removed. The absence of sight creates a space for imagination and more awareness of my surroundings. I'm now more attuned to scents and sounds. I focus on the rustling of the fabric as he tightens the knot, his heavy sighs, the tang of his arousal underneath his navy blue slacks circling the area between my mouth and his clothed cock, and his cologne that I could so easily drown myself in to forever hold his scent.

The satin fabric itself adds to the experience, as it glides smoothly across my eyes and feels luxurious against my skin. Its silky texture creates a pleasurable and sensuous feeling, enhancing the overall sensory journey. Wearing this blindfold evokes the sense of surrender and trust. How I willingly give up my control of sight is like a rabbit running into the evident trap of a coyote.

Rainer is a big, dangerous coyote that can rip a person into shreds within seconds.

Whereas I'm a naive, curious rabbit that only wants to explore the real world.

With my sight gone, I can only focus on the sounds that surround me. Such as the close noise of a zipper being undone just inches away from my face, followed by the unhooking of his pants hook and eye. The rustling of his pants can be heard directly in my ear along with his heavy breathing, making me gulp as I wait with excitement.

The loud sounds are then replaced with silence for a long period of time, too long to the point that I found myself wondering if Rainer was still there. If this is part of my punishment or one of his little games, I'm not enjoying it a single bit. My curiosity goes through the roof and I have no choice but to ask.

"Rainer?" My tone is clearly agitated as I call out his name, tilting my head slightly to the side. My voice is trapped in the small area beneath his desk, meaning, he's still here, either watching my eager ass struggle to stay patient for him or busy taking care of business on his monitor before deciding to finally rearrange my insides. My hands ball up into fists and my eyebrows crash into each other, he doesn't respond for a while and I huff in annoyance.

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