Chapter 105: It’s Your Turn To Undress...

Sylvia pulled away from me and slowly climbed down from the bed. The sudden absence of her warmth left me staring after her, my breathing still uneven as I tried to gather myself.

She smiled—a small, knowing smile that made me immediately suspicious before she turned toward her wardrobe.

I remained sprawled across the bed, my fingers still curled tightly into the sheets. The fabric was warm beneath my palms, slightly rumpled from our movements. My chest rose and fell heavily, each breath doing very little to settle the frantic rhythm of my heart.

"Sylvia..." I called, but she didn’t answer.

What was she planning?

I barely had time to wonder before several minutes passed, and Sylvia emerged from the wardrobe carrying a small black box.

Sylvia walked toward me slowly, her gaze never leaving mine. That faint smile was still playing at the corner of her lips, and somehow that was more unsettling than if she had said anything at all.

There was something about the way she looked at me that made my stomach flutter with nervousness.

She reached the bed and placed the box beside me.

I looked down at it before slowly turning to look at her face.

I swallowed, trying to calm the nervous flutter in my chest.

"B-babe," I called softly. "What’s this?"

Sylvia only smiled.

She leaned down and pressed a brief kiss to my lips before pulling away, leaving me staring at her in confusion.

"You’ll know soon enough."

Before I could ask anything else, she reached for the black lace silk around her neck and slowly drew it free.

The delicate fabric slipped through her fingers.

She held it up between us, and something about the sight made my breath catch.

Sylvia noticed immediately. Her lips curved into a teasing smile as she slowly licked her lower lip.

I swallowed hard.

"Be a good girl and come closer," Sylvia said, her voice low and playful.

I blinked.

For a second, I simply stared at her.

My mind told me to stay where I was, but my body had other ideas.

Before I could even think about whether I should obey, my body had already begun moving toward her, the sheets whispering beneath me.

Sylvia’s satisfied smile deepened.

"That’s my good baby."

The praise sent another nervous flutter through me.

She leaned closer and gently wrapped the silk around my eyes. The moment it settled against my skin, darkness swallowed the room.

Without my sight, every other sensation seemed sharper. I could hear the faint rustle of fabric, the mattress shifting beneath her weight.

I swallowed.

I could no longer see her, but I could feel her presence close to me. I could hear my own breathing, uneven and embarrassingly loud in the silence.

Then I felt her lean toward me.

"Let’s start the lesson." She said. Her warm breath brushed across my bare skin.

My heart immediately starts pounding harder against my ribs.

"B-babe," I gasped.

I hadn’t even felt her touch me yet.

It was only her voice, her nearness, the warmth of her breath against my skin—and somehow, that alone was enough to send a rush of heat through me, waking every nerve beneath my skin.

"Shhhhh. Don’t talk," she whispered.

Her voice was soft, almost soothing, yet there was a playful warning beneath it.

I swallowed.

"Or else there will be a punishment for you."

My breath caught. A shiver traveled down my spine.

My chest rose and fell more heavily as I tried to remain still.

Then I felt the faintest brush of her tongue against the sensitive skin near my collarbone.

I held my breath.

The sensation lingered for only a moment before she moved upward, her touch deliberately slow, until her breath warmed the pulse beating rapidly in my throat.

I closed my eyes instinctively, even though the blindfold had already stolen my sight.

My head tipped backward against the pillows as I fought to keep my breathing quiet as I gripped the sheets beneath my fingers, trying to keep the sound caught in my throat.

Sylvia captured my lips before I could say another word.

The kiss was sudden and desperate, stealing the breath from my lungs as her lips moved against mine with an unmistakable hunger. I instinctively parted my lips, welcoming her closer, and a shiver ran through me at the warmth of her mouth.

Everything around me seemed to fade—the room, the faint rustle of the sheets, even the steady rhythm of my own breathing.

There was only Sylvia.

Her fingers brushed against my thigh, drawing slow, deliberate circles against my skin. The gentle movement sent little sparks of sensation through me, making me tense beneath her touch before I forced myself to relax.

She deepened the kiss, lingering as though she wanted to memorize the moment, and I could feel the warmth of her breath mingling with mine.

My fingers tightened around the sheets.

My heartbeat thundered beneath my ribs, each beat betraying how completely she had captured my attention.

When she finally pulled back just enough for us to breathe, I remained still, my lips tingling and my chest rising and falling unevenly.

Even without seeing her through the blindfold, I could feel her smile.

And somehow, that made my heart race even faster.

"Lie down," she said quietly.

I didn’t hesitate. I shifted backward onto the bed and lay down, my heart already beating faster as anticipation curled through my stomach.

Behind me, I heard Sylvia open the box.

The faint click of the lid made my curiosity rise.

I desperately wanted to know what was inside, but with the blindfold still covering my eyes, all I could do was listen.

There was a soft rustle of the sheets.

I held my breath.

A moment later, the mattress shifted as Sylvia climbed down the bed.

Where was she going?

I couldn’t see her.

I listened carefully, trying to follow the sound of her movements. A moment later, I felt her presence return beside me.

Then something soft brushed against my wrist.

I froze.

Cotton.

A rope.

My stomach fluttered with realization.

Sylvia was tying me up.

Sylvia is really doing this...

I swallowed hard, the sound loud in the sudden quiet of the room.

Her fingers worked slowly around my wrist, and the rope tightened gently around my wrist before she secured it to the headboard.

I tested it instinctively, feeling the soft fibers press against my skin.

I felt the mattress shift as she leaned closer.

Then her lips pressed softly against the place where she had tied the knot.

The unexpected tenderness made my heart flutter.

Before I could say anything, she moved to my other side.

The mattress shifted again.

A moment later, I felt the same soft cotton rope wrap around my other wrist.

Sylvia tied it carefully to the headboard, making sure it was secure, and then she leaned closer.

Her lips brushed my wrist in another slow, deliberate kiss.

The anticipation was almost unbearable.

I drew in a shaky breath.

The blindfold made everything feel intense.

"Sylvia..." I whispered.

She didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, I felt her fingers trail lightly away from my wrist.

"You’re not allowed to say a word," she said slowly. "If you do... I’ll have to punish you."

She climbed back onto the bed, and I heard the soft rustle of clothes beside me.

My breath caught.

She’s...

The thought barely formed before heat rushed through me.

She’s undressing for me.

Yet the blindfold kept everything hidden. I couldn’t see her. Couldn’t even steal a glimpse of what she was doing.

"Babe," I called despite her warning.

I heard her pause.

A second later, Sylvia turned me onto my side.

Before I could figure out what she was doing, a sharp sound cracked through the room.

Whip!

My entire body jolted.

What the—?!

"Ahhh, fuck!" I gasped, the sound escaping before I could stop it.

A sudden sting flared across my skin, followed by a spreading warmth that made my breath catch.

Sylvia had actually struck my butt.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Then I heard her quiet, amused breath.

"If you say anything else..." Sylvia warned, her voice dropping into a low, teasing murmur, "I’ll do it again."

I swallowed hard.

Fuck.

I should have been embarrassed. I should have kept my mouth shut.

But beneath the surprise and nervous anticipation was another feeling I couldn’t deny.

I had to shamelessly admit it.

I liked the whip.

Sylvia continued undressing slowly, making sure I heard every soft rustle of fabric as she removed her clothes.

Damn it.

The blindfold suddenly felt even tighter around my eyes.

I desperately wanted to see her. To know what she looked like standing there, so close to me, but all I had were the sounds she deliberately allowed me to hear.

Before I could let my imagination run any further, Sylvia leaned down.

Her lips pressed softly against my stomach.

My muscles tightened instinctively beneath the warmth of her kiss before slowly relaxing again.

A shiver traveled through me.

She lingered for a moment before moving her lips across my stomach, teasing me with each slow, deliberate touch.

I clenched my fingers around the sheets, fighting the gasp threatening to escape.

Don’t say anything.

I didn’t want to give her another reason to tease me.

But Sylvia seemed determined to make staying silent impossible.

Her kisses continued lower until she reached the waistband of my trousers, and then she stopped.

The sudden stillness left me breathless.

I waited.

Nothing came.

Then her voice came, soft and unmistakably amused.

"Now..." she murmured, "it’s your turn to undress, babe."