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I guess I’m a fine one to talk.

“Hands above your head. One lesson you’ll learn quickly is, in here, you listen to my every command. Everything I do is for your pleasure, or it acts as a lesson in submission. I will learn your body, mind, and boundaries. This requires trust and communication. Is that okay, baby?”

She nods and her eyes go wide, flicking around the room.

Between her spread legs, I crawl closer, and my hand tightens around her jaw.

“Eyes on me and use your words. Is that what you want?”

I stroke her hair away from her face, and she studies me.

Shit, my growing cock is pressing against her hot pussy.

“Yes. I want that. I want to be a good wife for you in every way.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Siting on my heels, I rip my T-shirt over my head and unbuckle my belt. I need to do this right, which means I need my mask off.

I need her on my tongue.

“Arms above your head, iskorka.”

I work my palms up her sides and cup her breasts, pinching her erect nipples between my fingers. That touch alone has her back arching off the bed and a little moan escaping her.

Fuck, that brings my cock to full attention.

“So sensitive, aren’t you, baby? Perfect for me to play with.”

With her hands raised, I grab the belt beside me, swiftly looping it twice around her wrists and fastening it securely to the headboard to prevent any movement.

I don’t want her to see my face but I also can’t have her touching it.

I can’t lose her, not yet.

Rifling through the drawer, I grab one of my black T-shirts and fold it up lengthways. As I climb back on the bed, I can’t help admire her, cuffed and spread for me.

Her mouth makes a perfect “O” as I give her the gentlest of touches along the seam of her pussy through her little black lace panties.

“I don’t want you to think. I just want you to focus on how good I make you feel.”

Sliding my hand under her head, I gently tug on her hair at the scalp, and she looks up and grins at me.

“Keep your head like this for me.”

I tie the tee around her eyes and secure it in place, then gently rest her back on the mattress.

“What can you see?” I ask.

She laughs.

“Absolutely fucking nothing, Miki. I want to see you, watch you enjoy me.” She pouts.

“One day. For now, just lie there and really feel what I’m doing. It will heighten everything else.”

I do feel bad. I hate that this is part of my life.

“Okay, big man. I’m ready for you.”

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