She did not know how to answer. She had never felt like this before, was not sure she wanted to. The numbness, the cold - all was shot to hell with this one touch, one taste. So remained silent too long.
“Darling, you promised not to lie.” It was a soft reminder, the endearment’s gentleness adding to her confusion. Kathryn still did not know what to say as he cradled her head and brought her lips closer to his again.
“Did you like it?”
The whispered words were punctuated by soft nibbles against her lower lip. This was the moment when she realised that her promise not to lie might be less innocent than she had perceived it to be.
“I don’t know”
She felt him smile against her lips: “That’s alright, darling, we have time to practice until you do.”
“We have no time.” She again answered before thinking and again knew she should have just shut up.
He pressed a hard, closed-mouthed kiss on her lips and set her back on his knees. The grin lighting his face was not gentle - it was pure darkness, as he picked up the blindfold from where it had fallen.
She tried to protest: “I did not look at the clock!”
The soft blackness of the cloth surrounded her and his answer was spoken directly into her ear as he fastened it behind her head. “No, but you concentrated on something but me.”
The worst thing was, she realised, she had not even checked the clock one last time.
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