weekend.
I couldn’t help but wonder if the presence of my blindfold, and thus my inability to make eye contact, had relaxed Nathan, but whatever it was that had caused his calmer nature I certainly found myself growing to quickly trust him and greatly enjoy our time together, and soon enough I was following his instructions without hesitation even in my blindfolded state.
The only hiccup that first weekend was on the Sunday night when Nathan asked me to allow myself to fall backwards into his waiting arms. It’s one of the ultimate tests of trust and used in stupid team-building exercises worldwide, isn’t it, but could I do it? No. Perhaps it was the disorientated feeling that the blindfold gave me, or maybe because the trust between us was still too new and fragile, but I couldn’t help but step back and save myself as I tried repeatedly to fall without fear.
My disappointing failure at this simple activity was the official end to my first weekend with Nathan. Steadying my shoulders after yet another unsuccessful attempt Nathan swiftly removed the blindfold and I blinked several times to help my eyes adjust to the light flooding back in.
Even though I’d been with him all weekend, it seemed strange to actually see Nathan. Gosh, he was so handsome that my knees suddenly felt a bit weak. Unfortunately the novelty of seeing his glorious features was soon forgotten when I saw the frowned look of disappointment on his face at my failure of his final test.
‘I’m sorry … Sir,’ I muttered, adding his title just to try and make up for not being able to follow his last simple instruction.
‘We will try again next week,’ Nathan replied curtly in a cool tone, his easy going demeanour seeming to have vanished along with the blindfold. Back to square one again then, I sighed heavily, disappointed that my gentle and caring man from the weekend had vanished so abruptly.
‘When you can do it we can move the relationship to the next level.’ His tone didn’t give away any emotion what so ever, but clearly, his words were meant as a carrot on a stick and I immediately translated them to “as soon as you can do it, we can have sex”.
Damn it! Why hadn’t I just fallen back into his sodding arms? Then we might very well be having amazing sex right now instead of standing here awkwardly avoiding eye contact like two horny strangers. Well I didn’t know about Nathan’s state of arousal, but the heavy throbbing between my legs left me in little doubt that I was keyed up and ready to go.
That night as Nathan dropped me at home he parked the car outside my flat, turned to me and handed me a package about the size of a box of tissues that was wrapped in brown paper and tied neatly with parcel string. How curious. I glanced at him but his face was inscrutable, his stoic mask well and truly back in place. Given the nature of our relationship, I certainly hadn’t been expecting gifts from him, that was for sure. Licking my lips nervously I gave the parcel a confused look as Nathan began to explain.
‘I know you were probably expecting vastly different things from this weekend, Stella, but I appreciate your understanding that we need to build our trust first.’ Nathan paused and briefly glanced at me, his strong features looking stark and ominous in the moonlight. ‘You may be feeling slightly frustrated, but hopefully this package will ease that. There is a note inside, I expect you to follow my instructions to the letter.’ The look he gave me left little doubt that he meant what he said and it was all I could do to get out a whispered, ‘Yes, Sir,’ as I fled from his car. How ironic, I’d been the one to insist that I only called him Sir in the bedroom, but that was twice now that I’d opted to use it because I found him so bloody intimidating!
Almost as soon as I was through the door to my apartment, I was tearing into the package all the while knowing that I was exhibiting a complete lack of self-control
I couldn’t help but wonder if the presence of my blindfold, and thus my inability to make eye contact, had relaxed Nathan, but whatever it was that had caused his calmer nature I certainly found myself growing to quickly trust him and greatly enjoy our time together, and soon enough I was following his instructions without hesitation even in my blindfolded state.
The only hiccup that first weekend was on the Sunday night when Nathan asked me to allow myself to fall backwards into his waiting arms. It’s one of the ultimate tests of trust and used in stupid team-building exercises worldwide, isn’t it, but could I do it? No. Perhaps it was the disorientated feeling that the blindfold gave me, or maybe because the trust between us was still too new and fragile, but I couldn’t help but step back and save myself as I tried repeatedly to fall without fear.
My disappointing failure at this simple activity was the official end to my first weekend with Nathan. Steadying my shoulders after yet another unsuccessful attempt Nathan swiftly removed the blindfold and I blinked several times to help my eyes adjust to the light flooding back in.
Even though I’d been with him all weekend, it seemed strange to actually see Nathan. Gosh, he was so handsome that my knees suddenly felt a bit weak. Unfortunately the novelty of seeing his glorious features was soon forgotten when I saw the frowned look of disappointment on his face at my failure of his final test.
‘I’m sorry … Sir,’ I muttered, adding his title just to try and make up for not being able to follow his last simple instruction.
‘We will try again next week,’ Nathan replied curtly in a cool tone, his easy going demeanour seeming to have vanished along with the blindfold. Back to square one again then, I sighed heavily, disappointed that my gentle and caring man from the weekend had vanished so abruptly.
‘When you can do it we can move the relationship to the next level.’ His tone didn’t give away any emotion what so ever, but clearly, his words were meant as a carrot on a stick and I immediately translated them to “as soon as you can do it, we can have sex”.
Damn it! Why hadn’t I just fallen back into his sodding arms? Then we might very well be having amazing sex right now instead of standing here awkwardly avoiding eye contact like two horny strangers. Well I didn’t know about Nathan’s state of arousal, but the heavy throbbing between my legs left me in little doubt that I was keyed up and ready to go.
That night as Nathan dropped me at home he parked the car outside my flat, turned to me and handed me a package about the size of a box of tissues that was wrapped in brown paper and tied neatly with parcel string. How curious. I glanced at him but his face was inscrutable, his stoic mask well and truly back in place. Given the nature of our relationship, I certainly hadn’t been expecting gifts from him, that was for sure. Licking my lips nervously I gave the parcel a confused look as Nathan began to explain.
‘I know you were probably expecting vastly different things from this weekend, Stella, but I appreciate your understanding that we need to build our trust first.’ Nathan paused and briefly glanced at me, his strong features looking stark and ominous in the moonlight. ‘You may be feeling slightly frustrated, but hopefully this package will ease that. There is a note inside, I expect you to follow my instructions to the letter.’ The look he gave me left little doubt that he meant what he said and it was all I could do to get out a whispered, ‘Yes, Sir,’ as I fled from his car. How ironic, I’d been the one to insist that I only called him Sir in the bedroom, but that was twice now that I’d opted to use it because I found him so bloody intimidating!
Almost as soon as I was through the door to my apartment, I was tearing into the package all the while knowing that I was exhibiting a complete lack of self-control
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