Chapter 68

After a few moments, curiosity—and undeniable anticipation—got the better of me. I made my way to the bedroom, pushing open the door to find Monique standing in front of the full-length mirror.

She had changed into a new lingerie set—delicate black lace that barely concealed anything. The bra was sheer, with thin straps that crossed over her chest, framing her curves perfectly. The matching panties were high-cut, accentuating the lines of her hips.

She met my gaze in the mirror and smirked. “Do you approve?”

I swallowed hard. “You know damn well I do.”

She turned to face me, walking slowly, her hands trailing over her own body as she did. “I told you earlier that you were very good today,” she murmured. “And good boys deserve rewards.”

I exhaled, watching as she stepped close, running a teasing finger down the center of my chest.

“What exactly does this reward entail?” I asked, my voice rough.

She smiled wickedly, reaching for my belt. “Oh, you’ll find out. Strip.”

After following her commands, I sat on the edge of the bed, my breath slow and steady as Monique stood before me, a wicked glint in her eyes.

“Hands behind your back,” she instructed softly.

I obeyed, clasping my hands behind me as if they were bound. I wasn’t physically restrained, but the way she commanded me made it feel as though I were.

“Good,” she murmured, stepping closer. “Now, let’s take away one of your senses.”

She reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a silk scarf. Folding it carefully, she leaned in, her lips grazing my ear as she whispered, “You’re not to move unless I say so. Do you understand?”

A shiver ran down my spine. “Yes.” “Yes, What?” She said firmly. “Yes, Mistress.” I answered. “Much better.” I she said after giving my firm cock a painful squeeze.

She smiled and slipped the scarf over my eyes, tying it gently but securely at the back of my head. Darkness enveloped me, sharpening every other sensation.

The mattress dipped as she climbed onto the bed, her movements slow, deliberate. I felt the heat of her body close to mine, but she didn’t touch me—yet.

Then, the first sensation.

The tip of her finger, tracing a slow path from my collarbone down my chest.

“I love seeing you like this,” she whispered. “So patient. So eager.”

I exhaled, my muscles tense with anticipation.

Her fingertips continued their lazy exploration, barely grazing my skin. She trailed them over my shoulders, down my arms, over my stomach—never quite where I wanted her most.

Then came her lips. Soft, warm, pressing fleeting kisses along my jaw, down my neck, over my collarbone.

I let out a slow breath, resisting the urge to reach for her.

“You’re doing well,” she praised, her voice laced with satisfaction. “But let’s see how much more you can take.”

Her body shifted, and then I felt something unexpected.

The soft drag of her hair, tickling down my chest.

I groaned, my hands flexing behind my back.

She chuckled. “So sensitive.”