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panties and pulled them off my hips and down over my legs with his teeth, licking and nipping my skin with his tongue and teeth all the way down. It was delicious. If only he’d undress, it would be perfect. Maybe he wants me to beg, I thought. And I wasn’t too proud to do that.
    “Baby,” I purred, writhing on my leather couch, sticking my tits out and spreading my legs, “let me see you. Please. You know how turned on I get when I can see you.”
    What Jamie did next happened so suddenly I didn’t have time to react. He leaped up onto the sofa, straddled me, and, pulling my arms above my head, used my own stockings to tie me to the chrome arm. I was pinned down by the bondage and the weight of his body across my chest. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and a pulse between my legs started to beat as fast as my fluttering heart. The last thing I saw was Jamie reaching over to the blue paper bag he’d brought with him and pulling out an eye mask. He held it up so I could see it, red, padded silk with a black lining, before fastening it tightly around my head. I couldn’t see a damn thing, and I was still too shocked to speak.
    Robbed of my sight, I immediately felt my other senses heighten. I was aware of the soft denim of Jamie’s jeans on my belly where he was straddling me, of the weight of his solid body pressed into mine, and then, as Jamie leaned his face down toward mine, of his warm breath on my breast, collarbone, near my ear.
    “You’re so hung up on what you can see,” he whispered in a low rasp that made me shiver, “that you’ve forgotten how horny your other senses can make you. I’m going to take you on a sensory journey tonight that will blow your mind and have your pussy begging for mercy.”
    Although his words aroused me, I was angry with Jamie, too. How dare he deprive me of my favorite part of making love to him? I opened my mouth to tell him off as he leaped off my body and used my other stocking to bind my feet to the other end of the sofa.
    “Let me go! Jamie, what the fuck?” I shouted.
    “No,” he replied. As I struggled, I felt more aware of my body than I ever had. I felt the dampness beginning to form between my glowing skin and the leather of the sofa. My hair trailed over my shoulders, caressing my décolleté. I was intensely aware of the warmth of Jamie’s body, the searing heat he radiated. Jamie’s scent, the sexy smell of his hair, carried over in the warm air, and I inhaled it as if it were a drug, an aphrodisiac.
    I heard him walk to the kitchen. Trying to break free, I thrashed my head about in an attempt to dislodge the blindfold, but the more I struggled, the tighter my bonds became. And the more helpless I felt, the more aroused I became. Every inch of my skin was on red alert, waiting to respond to Jamie’s touch. I heard clinking noises from the kitchen and the sound of the refrigerator opening and closing. What was he doing in there?
    When he returned, I found out. “Your first sensory experience,” he announced, “will involve taste and smell.” As he knelt down next to me, I felt his warm, masculine presence and smelled the sharp, sugary tang of fresh fruit, which proved to be that of a strawberry that Jamie placed between my lips. I closed my lips around the succulent fruit and savored its exotic and exciting taste, as though I’d never eaten one before. Then Jamie placed another strawberry on my wet pussy lips and inserted it partway into my slit. It felt like the tip of Jamie’s dick when he was prizing me open, preparing to thrust into me. The teasing, ticklish presence of the strawberry was sweet agony, which only served to remind me just how much I wanted him inside me.
    He twisted the red berry to and fro, rotating it in my opening, before he whipped it away from my pussy and passed it under my nose. I could smell my own personal fragrance mixed with the sweet smell of the fruit.
    “This is how you smell and taste,” he said. “Your pussy