Her voice resounds in my mind, and I feel like saying, ‘I can’t actually see your body due to this blasted blindfold.’ But she isn’t paying for my opinion, so I reach out, and my fingers touch cool smooth skin. Dutifully, I give several light strokes down her back and then over her breasts, which are as full and bouncy as ripe melons. Touching her doesn’t stoke my own fire as much as I thought it would. But the fact that Darius is watching from the armchair and may be invited to join us at some point is giving me a sense of sensual anticipation.
Anya writhes around and arches her back even though I’m barely doing anything. This is going to be the easiest coin I’ve procured in a while. Perhaps I should extend my services to women in future?
That feels lovely. Now stroke between my legs.
Again, I’m compelled to do as she instructs. But the experience is strange. By that, I don’t mean she doesn’t have all the usual equipment down there, but her cunny is so icy! Like sticking my fingers into a slush pile of snow.
Oh yes, right there. Anya moans, jiggling her hips as I twiddle her sensitive nub.
Hmm, this talking in my head is very disconcerting, and the black silk mask is annoying me.
‘I will remove this blindfold, Anya, ma’am,’ I say, taking my hand from between her legs. ‘I can pleasure you much better if I can see what I’m doing.’
I start to bring both hands up to my face, and Anya clicks her tongue. My hands are suddenly frozen in mid-air, and I can’t move them in any direction, though I try with all my might. Fear clutches at my heart. Who is this woman that she can wield magic and speak in my head? Is she a witch?
‘You are quite wilful, aren’t you, little one?’ Anya says, sounding amused. She tweaks at one of my nipples.
‘My name is Sadie,’ I reply, getting a bit tired of her calling me‘little one’. I clench my teeth and yank my hands, but they won’t move an inch. ‘Please free my hands.’
No, Sadie,she purrs, continuing her ministrations on my other nipple.I don’t trust that you won’t remove the mask.
‘I won’t, I promise,’ I tell her truthfully.
But Anya simplyhmmsand licks slowly at the juncture between my neck and shoulder. Her tongue feels like a cold, wet slug lashing my heated skin. I’m not sure I like it. But I don’t have much choice in the matter.
Eventually, after nuzzling and licking that spot on my neck for what seems like an age, Anya calls out sharply, ‘Darius, come! Crawl to me!’
I rub my thighs together expectantly. Oooh, this is a better turn of events.
Darius utters a husky growl, and there’s a soft thump and a slapping noise on the floorboards, as if he is indeed crawling over. Oh, how I wish I could see that! Darius crawling naked towards the bed with his big cock swinging between his legs.
I smile engagingly and angle my head in his direction, confident that he can help with two problems I’m having right now: my hands being locked in place and my cunny desperately wanting his attention.
‘What is your bidding, Mistress?’ he intones calmly, but as he’s right next to the bed, I hear him swallow hard. He must be contemplating our naked bodies up close. Oh yes, Darius! Me first!
There’s a pause, as if Anya’s considering. ‘You may attend to Sadie,’ she says at last. ‘She is aroused by the thought of your cock in her ... and I’m feeling generoustonight. So you can give her pleasure while I feed.’
I blink at that. Feed? Did she bring some bread and cheese with her? Is she going to eat it while watching us fuck? Well, she’s paying, so whatever floats her boat!
‘I would also like to ... feed,’ says Darius, sounding hopeful. There’s a distinct sound of him licking his lips.
I roll my eyes. So he’d rather have bread and cheese than give me a seeing-to. Charming!
Anya clicks her tongue again, this time in annoyance. ‘You are being quite wilful too. There must be something in the air tonight. No, you cannot partake.’
‘But I’m hungry ...’ Darius whines.
‘No,’ says Anya firmly.
‘But—’ begs Darius.
‘Silence!’ commands Anya.
My head is rolling left and right on the pillow as their exchange goes on over me, my hands still frozen above me in mid-air.
‘Er, apologies for interrupting, Anya,’ I say. ‘But I don’t want to cause any trouble. I might return to Mother Swift’s and leave you in peace to have your supper ...’
Anya barks that hoarse cackle of hers. ‘Oh no, Sadie. You’re not going anywhere.’
