Blaine shifted her body a little, adjusting the position of her head, her warm cheek laid upon his shoulder. She wasn’t used to sleeping with her arms bound, so he wanted to keep her as comfortable as possible. The girl had a long night still ahead of her. He’d been surprised when she’d fallen asleep shortly after securing her in her bonds. Her trembling was such as he’d fitted her arms into the binder, that he thought she might dissolve into tears, plead with him to leave off. Luckily, she hadn’t. Instead, she’d endured the vulnerability of the arm binder, the way it blatantly presented her luscious breasts, displayed those long nipples of hers his fingers could never resist pinching into aching hardness. Surprisingly, the blindfold seemed to calm her, her tight lips loosening, opening, calling to his mouth to kiss, to take. Her whole body softened, the tension melting from her muscles, and no longer resisting, she’d allowed him to draw her into his arms. Surrender. It’s what he craved from her.
