Ep 3: Silk & Shadows

The red room was silent except for the sound of my breathing—still ragged from the way Zed had broken me moments ago. My wrists ached from the silk restraints, but the ache only reminded me of who held the power here.

Zed—my King.

He stood close, his shadow long against the glowing crimson walls, his presence overwhelming. My body wanted to move, to reach for him, but I couldn’t. The ropes bound me to the bed, and even if they hadn’t, his command bound me more tightly than silk ever could.

“Do you know why I brought you here, Queen?” His voice was low, deep, curling around me like smoke.

My lips parted. “To… devour me?”

A smirk ghosted his lips, his dark eyes glinting. “Yes. But more than that… to remind you that a Queen only shines when she kneels to her King.”

Before I could reply, Zed lifted something from the table beside the bed—a black silk blindfold. My heart lurched, heat pulsing between my legs all over again.

“Close your eyes,” he commanded.

I obeyed. Darkness consumed me, not just from the blindfold, but from the way he tied it carefully, his fingers brushing my temples. When the silk settled over my eyes, my world changed. No mirrors. No red lights. Just sound, touch, breath… and him.

The bed dipped as he leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “When sight is gone, Queen… every touch becomes fire. Every whisper, a command. You will feel me everywhere.”

I gasped softly, my body tensing in anticipation.

His lips ghosted down my neck, the softest brush. I shivered violently, my breasts aching, nipples tight. His teeth scraped lightly against my skin, and I moaned.

“Already trembling?” His chuckle was dark. “My Queen is weak without her eyes. Vulnerable. Helpless.”

His fingers trailed down my chest, stopping just before my breast, and then he pulled away. The loss burned.

“Please…” I whispered.

“Please what, Queen?” His voice was sharp silk.

“Please touch me.”

“Mm. Such a greedy Queen.” His lips brushed my throat, his tongue tracing one slow line. “But remember—you don’t command me. You *belong* to me.”

His hands skimmed over my body, everywhere but where I needed him most. The teasing was unbearable—every second in the dark stretched like eternity. My ears strained to catch every movement, every breath, and the waiting made me ache.

Then something cold pressed against my stomach. I jerked.

“What—”

“Shh.” He dragged the object higher, circling my breast with it. A metal chain. Cold, unyielding. My nipple hardened instantly, and Zed chuckled when he felt me arch into it.

“See? Even your body worships me. Even blind, you beg.”

He replaced the cold metal with his mouth, hot and wet, sucking my nipple hard until I cried out. The sudden contrast made my body jolt, and I tugged against the restraints.

“Zed!”

“Say it right,” he growled, biting down gently.

“My King!”

That pleased him. His mouth moved lower, teasing, nipping, kissing down my stomach. The anticipation was unbearable—I couldn’t see where he was, what he would do, when he would touch me. Every nerve was strung too tight.

“Do you trust your King, Queen?” he asked suddenly, his voice vibrating against my skin.

“Yes…”

“Then surrender. Don’t think. Don’t fight. Just feel.”

And then his tongue slid against me, slow and deliberate. I screamed, the sound bouncing against the red walls. Blindfolded, every sensation was magnified—the wet heat of his mouth, the sharp flick of his tongue, the way his stubble brushed my thighs.

“Louder, Queen,” he demanded between licks. “I want the room to hear who owns you.”

I moaned his name, my body arching off the bed, pulling at the silk ropes. The pleasure built fast, too fast, and panic and need mixed in my chest.

“Please, my King… let me come…”

He stopped instantly. My body shook, the denial sharp and cruel.

“Not yet,” he whispered against my soaked skin. “You’ll come when your King allows. Until then, you’ll suffer for me.”

His fingers replaced his tongue, thrusting slow, teasing, curling just right while his mouth returned to my breast. Every nerve burned, every muscle screamed. I wanted to see him—to see those hungry eyes—but the blindfold forced me to surrender.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“I’m yours, my King!” I sobbed.

His hand moved faster, his tongue rougher, and my body broke. My climax ripped through me violently, tears wetting the blindfold as I screamed. I couldn’t see, but I felt him everywhere—his mouth, his hands, his claim.

When I collapsed, trembling and spent, he kissed my lips softly, reverently.

“My Queen,” he murmured, brushing damp hair from my face. “You surrender so beautifully. Blind or bound, you will always obey your King.”

And in the darkness, I smiled—because surrendering had never felt so sweet.

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