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I wait some more. The same song that started when she moved the phone is still playing, but it feels like an eternity.

When I finally feel her, it’s not even her skin, it’s her pointed nail. Behind my blindfold, I can envision her. Harlow’s nail drags down the column of my neck, it stays against my skin as it moves farther down to my nipple where she circles it, then flicks across it. I shudder.

It’s almost embarrassing how hard I’m getting from this. I would have never done something like this before her. If one of my past girlfriends had suggested it, I would have laughed it offas a joke.

As I lie here, I feel like I’m living and breathing for her touch.

Once her nail dips into my naval, it makes the last trip to the waistband of my briefs. I crave the feeling of her skin on mine. Over the fabric, I feel her hand glide over my erection lightly. Her fingers don’t curl over it, she doesn’t squeeze it, she just drags her digits across the top.

The music seems louder suddenly, but I know it’s just my imagination.

I feel her glide both of her hands down my legs until they hit my calves. Her strong fingers knead into my tired muscles, and I let out a sigh. I work on my feet all day so to say they’re sore would be an understatement.

“Does that feel good?” she asks. If I thought I couldn’t get any harder, I was so wrong.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, witch. It feels so good.” I think I hear her laugh, but I can’t be sure because of the music. I squirm a little bit under her scrutiny.

Harlow’s hands pull down my underwear painfully slow. My skin is on fire. I feel as though I can see her eyes traveling all over my naked body. I know my cock is standing at full attention, and I flex a little as if to draw her eyes there.

It's silent, and I wait. I’m lying naked on a hotel bed, blindfolded, and tied up. This is the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done. I want to beg for her touch, but I know it would just make her deny me longer.

Without any preface, I feel the tip of the riding crop slide up my thigh and along my hip bone. The leather is light, but I know with the snap of her wrist it would bite. I worry about the sinister side of her and what she might becapable of. She uses a crop often on horseback, so I don’t really know what I’m in for. I suddenly start to feel a little more nervous than turned on. The crop slides up the middle of my abs to my left nipple. She taps lightly and then pulls back.

“Harlow, wait!” I say before she can give me more.

There’s nothing from her. The crop is gone, and it almost feels like her presence is farther away, too.

“Harlow?” I turn my head side to side to try and hear her movement over the music.

“Witch?” There is a small crack in my voice, so I clear my throat.

Still nothing.

Then, suddenly, a loud jovial laugh cuts through the room. Harlow has laughed in front of me before, but this is different. She can barely breathe in between her laughter. She tries to take a deep breath, but that only spurs her on more. I didn’t feel her do anything particularly funny, so my mind is reeling with what she’s laughing at.

She could be taking a picture.

She could be lining up toys to use on me.

I try to run through everything that came in the pack, but my mind suddenly seems a little lost.

I squirm a little, trying to shield myself a bit, but it’s no use. My movements only make her laughter more hysterical.

Before another word leaves me, the blindfold is pulled off and I’m temporarily blind as I adjust to the lighting.

Once I can see, I’m faced with a truly beautiful sight. Harlow is kneeling against me, still wearing my Hill Farm shirt, legs tucked under her, her wet hair is tossed up in a claw clip, and she is a vision of pure joy. Her cheeks are redand splotchy, her eyes filled with tears. Her lashes are wet, and somehow look prettier that way.

She reaches over me as her lips roll inward to hold in her giggles.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do this.” She lets out on a light sigh.

I feel wild. A little embarrassed, but mostly just gone for this girl.

“What is so damn funny?” I say, as she undoes each wrist.

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