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gift like this, late at night, after a good meal and a glass of wine. Perhaps she’s already opened her other gifts, and they’re cuddled up in bed when Derek reaches beneath the pillow and pulls out the blindfold and cuffs. They’re not gift wrapped, but it doesn’t matter because they’re so soft and silky and festive already. She’s about to say thank you and wrap her arms around his neck when he grins sheepishly and says, “Shhhh…I’m afraid I’ll change my mind.”
    So she lies back and closes her eyes. He fits the blindfold
over her eyes a little clumsily, his big fingers fumbling through her hair. She’s tingling down to her toes in anticipation—it’s all she can do to lie still and let him work. But she doesn’t want to scare him, so she stays still, focuses on her breathing—in, out, relax—and enjoys the waves of excitement running through her body. When she opens her eyes, she can’t see anything—a little aura of pink light through the fabric, but that’s all.
    He presses his lips to hers, and she realizes she’s never kissed him before without watching him lean closer and closer in anticipation of the impending kiss. But now, she doesn’t know what to expect, his lips are there and then they are elsewhere, and she doesn’t know how to react, how to plan. Instead, his lips light unexpected little fires wherever they land, as though he’s pressing fireflies to her skin. He is kissing the curve of her neck when he whispers, “Undress for me.”
    She feels a jolt of panic. Get undressed? How? She can’t see anything. How will she know what she looks like? What if she does something stupid? But he is kissing her along the back of her ear, across the front of her shoulder blade, and she realizes it doesn’t matter, that she’ll do as he asks because she wants to, because he wants her to.
    He helps her to stand, and then she hears him lie back down on the bed. The room around her feels too large, too empty, too alone, even though she knows it isn’t. She fights the urge to reach out for something, anything—the dresser, the edge of the bed, the closet door—and instead reaches down to find the tie of her robe. She unties it slowly, then slides it off her shoulders and lets it fall to the ground. Then, she takes a deep breath, and pulls her tank top slowly over her head and throws it over her shoulder. Her nipples are erect from the excitement and the cold air makes them pucker even more. Then she leans down, drops her panties down over her feet, and stands back up.

    She hears Derek sigh, and tries to imagine where he is in the room, what he’s doing. Then his hands are on her, trailing down her hips and across her thighs, and she realizes he’s sitting on the bed and she must be standing right in front of him. He takes her ass in his hands and pulls her toward him, them runs his tongue across her belly button, down her thighs.
    “Lie down,” he says, and it doesn’t even sound like his voice. It’s gruffer somehow, more forceful. “Put your arms up,” he says, and she does, feeling his strength as he holds both her hands above her with one of his own. Then she feels him slide the cuffs around her wrists, their furry softness caressing her skin, and then tightening and pulling them just enough so that she can’t slide out. He hooks them to something—she’s not sure what—and suddenly she can’t move.
    “Okay?” he asks tenderly, and she can’t do anything but nod. She’s not sure what she feels—excitement, anticipation, fear, desire—she wants him to do whatever he wants to her. She would say yes to anything he asked.
    She realizes there is silence all around her. She can’t hear or feel Derek anywhere. Her skin comes alive, and she imagines this is what it’s like to be in a horror movie, where you know something’s coming for you, but you don’t know what it is or where it’s going to come from. Or like being prey—every nerve, every muscle twitching, ready to