A FLAME OF DESIRES

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt a cool, smooth cloth brush against her eyelids. “What… what are you doing?” she managed to whisper, her heart thudding against her rib cage.

“Blindfolding you, baby girl,” Lucian said, his voice low and steady. There was a pause, and then the soft swish of fabric as he tied the cloth tightly around her head. “So you can’t see what we’re doing, but you’ll have to trust us. And your other senses will be that much more heightened.”

With the blindfold in place, she felt suddenly vulnerable and exposed. But at the same time, a thrill of anticipation raced through her veins. “Okay,” she breathed, her voice shaking slightly.

“Good girl,” Lucian murmured, his hands moving to her wrists. He secured them together with soft, silky rope, binding them above her head. “Now, lie down, baby girl.”

She felt his gentle push at her shoulders, guiding her to turn around and lie on her stomach. The coolness of the sheets against her bare back sent a shiver down