I felt confused. Was the purpose of the whole exercise not to satisfy me? Or was it just about pleasing him? And he was punishing me in some sort of way.He could see exactly what was happening. He knew what was going to happen next. Suddenly, I felt vulnerable again.
“I didn’t ask if you were on the pill. This is the start of a beautiful relationship. You behaved like a good girl today.”
I opened my eyes, and the light that wasn’t in the room, now filled it. I knew that my time had ended as he untied me and removed the blindfold.
“I’m going to the bathroom. As soon as the door closes, you can get ready to leave.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’ve been a good girl today. I’ll call you soon.”
And on that note, I tried to get up, but I was so weak. He’d made me come a lot more than once. Not that I let him know, and now he was leaving me. He probably didn’t fuck me, as he so politely put it, because he didn’t have a condom or something.
As the door shut.
I realized I couldn’t ask him, because if I did, then he wouldn’t invite me back here again, and I wanted to know what was in store next. He’d given me pleasure and pain, something that I’d never experienced before, but I knew one thing for sure. I wanted more.