"Let me come.Please, Sir."
"I don't care where we are.When I'm inside you, you will use my name."
"Please, Gage," I correct myself, his name falling from my lips like a benediction."Please let me come."
He groans at the sound of his name, his control wavering for just a moment.His thrusts become more erratic, more desperate."That's it.Say it again."
"Gage," I breathe, and then louder as he drives deeper, "Gage, please."
"Come for me, Skye.Now."His voice is raw, commanding, and my body obeys instantly.The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, every muscle tensing as pleasure radiates from my core outward.I cry out his name again, louder this time, as my inner walls clench around him.The sensation seems to go on forever, intensified by the darkness behind the blindfold.
I'm still trembling when I feel him stiffen, his grip on my hips tightening to the point of delicious pain.He buries himself deep inside me with one final thrust and groans my name against my neck as he finds his own release.
For several moments, we stay like that, our bodies pressed together, both of us breathing hard.I can feel his heart hammering against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
Slowly, he withdraws from me, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness.His hands move to the cuffs at my ankles first, releasing them with practiced ease.My legs wobble as they're freed, but he steadies me with a firm hand at my waist.
"I've got you," he murmurs, reaching up to unbuckle my wrists.
As the last restraint falls away, he scoops me into his arms and carries me to the bed.The mattress dips beneath our combined weight as he lays me down, my body still trembling with aftershocks.
A warm blanket covers me as his breath brushes my cheek, and he peppers my face with kisses.His fingers trace along my jawline before they are gone.
"Water?"he asks, handing me a bottle.
I nod, suddenly aware of how dry my throat is.He helps me sit up, one hand supporting my back as I drink.The cool liquid is heaven against my parched lips.
I reach up to touch the blindfold.
"Leave it on," he orders.
"Why?"I ask finally.
He exhales slowly."Plausible deniability."
The words hit me like cold water.I set the bottle down carefully, my hands suddenly unsteady."What does that mean?"
"It means," he says, his voice quieter now, "that if anyone asks, you were never here with your professor.You were here with a Dom who happens to have a strong resemblance to your professor."
"What?"
"If I never see your eyes, if you never see mine, it feels...cleaner."
I frown."Cleaner?"
"Less guilt."
The silence stretches.
"You feel guilty for being with me?"
His arms tighten around me.
"No," he says."I feel guilty about how much I want you.Then I feel guilty for not feeling guilty like I should."
He doesn't move for a long time, but just holds me.Our breaths slowly align, syncing like our bodies had earlier.The blindfold is still in place, and I wonder if he's watching me, or if his eyes are closed too.
"You okay?"he asks finally, voice softer now, frayed around the edges.