Want to see you
Blair
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After we explored the rest of the tiny house, we settled down on the couch and enjoyed the cheese board and the wine. I knew if we got too drunk Felix wouldn't let me take control tonight, so I made sure neither of us drank too much by keeping our lips occupied with something else.
We kissed softly and gently, our fingers caressing each other’s cheeks. I loved to kiss him with fiery passion, but this was equally pleasurable.
"It's almost midnight," I said to him. "You know what that means, right?"
He chuckled. "That I'm getting old?"
I smiled. "Yes, but not only that."
I let the suspense hang in the air. Tonight would be all about dominating him, and I knew exactly how I was going to do that.
"What does it mean then?" He asked, a glint in his eye.
I smiled mysteriously. "It means I'm going to give you your present."
With these words, he reached for my waist. "Blair, I told you I didn't want anything."
I pushed his hands away and got up. Felix immediately protested as I started walking away into the bedroom upstairs.
"I'll call you when I'm ready," I said, not turning around.
The bedroom was in the attic, the roof slanted, making me feel like I just walked inside a cozy cave. The room was small, containing only a bed with a skylight above it, a chair, a dresser and tiny nightstands.
The first thing I did was light a single lilac candle and place it on the dresser, making sure it was stable and wouldn't be a fire hazard. I turned off the lights, the room becoming dark and sensual.
Next, I changed into my fitted, sleek black briefs and the open silk shirt I’d bought just for tonight. I had practiced buttoning it in a way that left just enough of my chest and stomach exposed. The smooth fabric clung perfectly to my body, outlining the lean muscles of my torso. I covered up with a satin lilac robe, tying a bow at the front.
After that, I took the chair and placed it in the middle of the room, putting a kitchen rag on it. All the things I wanted Felix to see were ready. The rest I kept hidden.
I slowly opened the bedroom door, knowing he'd be listening.
"You can come in now," I said softly. I was acting and sounding harmless just so I could surprise him.
I had my back turned to the door when he came in, admiring the flickering flame. I heard him sigh when he realized the predicament he was in.
I turned around very slowly.
"Strip," I commanded in a soft voice. The look on his face was priceless. He seemed so confused and for whatever reason couldn't get his eyes off the chair.
"Strip if you want to see what's under this robe," I said in a sultry tone.
Very slowly, he started unbuttoning his shirt.
"I'm only doing this because I'm curious to see what you've planned," he said.
"Who told you you could speak?" I said, my voice a tiny bit harsher than before. Felix just rolled his eyes and smiled which only aggravated me.
There was silence as he got undressed.
Just to tease me, Felix decided to be funny. "You should put out that candle or else we might burn the house down."
He was doing this to rile me up, I knew it. Instead of lashing out, I kept quiet. Maybe the silent treatment was the best tactic with him.
When he was completely naked, his body looking absolutely stunning in the dim light, he reached out to me. I took a step back so he wouldn't touch me.
"You're a smart boy. Show me what you're supposed to do next."
He cocked his eyebrow, but complied. He sat on the old but sturdy chair, picking up the rag so he wouldn't sit on it. I stood in front of him, tugging at the bow of the robe, giving him permission to open it like a present. Felix took the fabric and pulled it slowly, the robe opening up. I let the smooth fabric fall to the floor, his eyes widening and his jaw falling open. As he scanned my body up and down, he reached his hands forward to touch my skin. I let him.
"Oh my God, Blair, now this is a present," he said, his fingers tracing the edge of my briefs. I didn't let his words get to me. Instead, I took a step back, getting his hands off me. He reached forward and I swatted his hand away.
"Tell me what happens next," I said, playing with my hair. "You're so smart, Professor, I'm sure you'll figure it out."
He looked at me, then at himself, at his surroundings, and finally at the rag. He picked it up, giving me an inquisitive look.
I approached him and walked behind the chair, taking the rag and rolling it.
"Blair, no, I want to see you," he protested, turning around. "Blair, come on, it's my birthday."
"Not yet," I said, twisting his head back around. "After all you've done to me, it's only fair that I do the same to you. But don't you worry, I know you're gonna love it."
I placed the makeshift blindfold over his eyes, making it tight so it wouldn't fall off.
"Blair..." he sighed. "Why did you dress like that if you didn't want me to see you?"
Without him looking, I reached over to my bag and took out a tie. I delicately ran my hands down his arms until I reached his wrists. I pulled them behind his back.