Don't Look

She met the stranger on a blind board and agreed to play. Jill Kassidy wore the blindfold first. A silk knot. Nothing else on her wrists yet. Mick Blue watched the fabric settle over her eyes and waited until her hands dropped. Then he pulled the other knot tight around her ankles. She stayed on her knees. He pushed her onto her back and opened her thighs. She felt breath first, then his mouth on her cunt. No sound from either of them. He licked once, twice, then flattened his tongue and stayed there. She lifted her hips, chasing it. He pulled away. She heard the zip, the soft shift of denim. The mattress dipped. A second later his cock brushed her lips. She opened. He slid in slow, filled her mouth, then pulled out again. He turned, straddled her face, lowered until his balls brushed her chin. She licked the length of him, felt him take her clit at the same time. The sixty-nine locked in. Her tongue worked, his did the same. Her wrists found the rope next. He looped them above her head, cinched them to the headboard without breaking rhythm. Every time her blindfold shifted he stopped. She froze. He waited. When it settled he went back to her. She sucked harder. He thrust deeper. 2020. Mick Blue. Jill Kassidy. No names spoken. No eyes allowed. Just mouths, rope, and the rule.