Earned his place with Miss Ewa Part 3 “ Edged in Sillk

The blindfold was silk, but it felt like a wall between Dado and the world. All he had was sound, and touch, and her. The leash went slack in Miss Ewa’s hand. She wasn’t pulling. Not yet.

“Shhh,” she whispered, straddling his hips but keeping her weight off him. Her boots pressed into the mattress on either side of his ribs. “No moving. No guessing. Just feel me.”

He nodded, hands still above his head where she’d put them. His chest rose and fell fast. Blind, he was even more sensitive. The air shifting when she leaned down. The heat of her body inches from his.

Her lips brushed his ear, not a kiss, just breath. “You did so good for me in the bathroom. So patient. So romantic.” Her voice was a caress. “I think I want to reward you… but slowly. Make you wait for it. Make you need it.”

He whimpered. “Please, Miss Ewa.”

“Please what?” She dragged one fingernail down his sternum, light enough to tickle. “Use your words, baby.”

“Please touch me. Please… anything. I need you.”

She hummed, pleased. “I love when you beg. But no. Not yet.” Instead of touching him, she let her hair fall forward, the damp ends brushing his nipple. He jerked, and she laughed softly. “Sensitive. I’m going to remember that.”

She shifted, and he felt the leather of her boot against his inner thigh. Not pressing, just resting. Cold and smooth and such a contrast to how hot he was. “You love my boots, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he gasped. “God, yes.”

“Then you’ll love this.” She lifted her leg, and he felt the arch of her boot hover over his cock. She didn’t touch him with it. She just held it there, close enough that he could feel the heat from his own body bouncing back. “Look how hard you are for me. All from kissing my boots. From waiting.”

She lowered her foot until the leather just barely grazed the head of his cock. One featherlight touch, then gone. He cried out, hips lifting before he caught himself and slammed them back down.

“Ah ah,” she chided, tapping his hip with her fingers. “You move when I say. You come when I say. Right now, you just feel.”

Her mouth found his neck, and this was different. Slow, open mouthed kisses. Sucking gently, then soothing with her tongue. Romance mixed with control. She kissed down his chest, pausing to circle each nipple with her tongue until he was writhing, then blew cool air over the wet skin.

“You taste like want,” she murmured against his stomach. “Like mine.”

Her hands finally touched him, but not where he expected. She traced his arms, from wrists to shoulders, memorizing him. She threaded her fingers through his, squeezing once. “You’re safe with me, Dado. You know that?”

“Always,” he breathed. “Always, Miss Ewa.”

“Good.” She kissed his palm. “Because I’m going to take my time ruining you.”

She moved down his body, still no contact with his cock. Instead she settled between his legs, her boots now pressing into the mattress by his calves. She ran her nails up the insides of his thighs, stopping just short of where he ached.

“Do you want my mouth again?” she asked, voice casual, like she was discussing the weather. “Here?” Her breath ghosted over his balls, and he nearly sobbed. “Or maybe… here?” She shifted and her tongue flicked out, quick and teasing, against his perineum.

“Fuck— Miss Ewa, please—”

“Or,” she continued, talking right over his begging, “I could make you wait. Make you listen to me touch myself. Would you like that? Being blind while I play with my pussy and tell you how wet I am for you?”

“Yes,” he said instantly. “Anything. Whatever you want.”

She laughed, low and delighted. “Such a good boy. So eager to please.” He heard the rustle of her moving, then a wet sound. Her fingers. She was touching herself. “Mmm. Can you hear that? That’s what you did to me, Dado. With just your mouth. With your patience.”

He strained toward the sound, toward her. The leash stayed loose. She wasn’t controlling him with it yet. She was controlling him with her voice. With promise.

“I’m so slick,” she whispered. “If I rode your face right now, you’d drown in me. But I won’t. Not yet. First, I want you to hurt for me. I want you to shake.”

Her hand finally, finally wrapped around the base of his cock. Not stroking. Just holding. Tight. Grounding. “Breathe for me,” she said, and it was caring. It was love. “That’s it. In. Out. You’re doing so well.”

She started moving her hand, but slow. Agonizingly slow. One pull from base to tip, then back down. Then stopping. Then starting again when he was just about to beg.

“Miss Ewa,” he choked out. “I can’t— I’m gonna—”

“No, you’re not,” she said, gentle but firm. She took her hand away, and he nearly screamed. “You’re going to wait. Because when I finally let you come, it’ll be with my žir in your ass and my hand around your throat. And it’ll be worth it.”

She leaned up and kissed him, soft and deep, swallowing his frustrated moan. “We’re still teasing, baby. We’re still playing. I’m not in control yet.”

But the lie was sweet on her tongue. Because with him blind, collared, hard and whimpering under her, she already was.

And they both knew it.

The blindfold kept Dado in her world. All he had was her voice, her hands, and the soft click of her boots as she moved around the bed.

“Relax for me,” Miss Ewa said, trailing her nails down his chest. “You’re shaking. That’s good. I like you like this. Desperate.”

He swallowed. “I’m trying, Miss Ewa.”

“I know.” Her voice softened. She leaned down and kissed his forehead, tender, almost sweet. “You always try so hard for me. That’s why I’m going to take such good care of you.”

He heard her move, heard the drawer open. His breath hitched. She didn’t touch him yet. She wanted him to listen. To imagine.

“Do you know what I’m holding, baby?” she asked, casual. Conversational. Like they weren’t both burning alive.

“No, Miss Ewa.”

“It’s small,” she said. A pause. A soft buzz filled the room. Low. Then off again. “A vibe. Pink. You remember this one, don’t you? From the mirror. You loved watching me use it on myself.”

“Yes,” he gasped. “I remember.”

“Good.” She set it down on his stomach. The plastic was cool, and he jumped. She didn’t turn it on. Just let it rest there while she talked. “I’m not going to use it on you yet. First, I’m going to tell you exactly what’s going to happen tonight. So you can picture it. So you can ache for it.”

Her fingers walked up his ribs. “First, I’m going to make you come with my mouth. Not now. Later. When you’re crying for it. When you’ve been so good, so patient, that I can’t stand not tasting you.”

He moaned. The vibe on his stomach vibrated faintly with his movement.

“Then,” she continued, voice dropping lower, “I’m going to flip you over. I’m going to lick your ass until you’re shaking. Rim you slow, just like you begged for in the shower. My tongue, Dado. Inside you. Claiming you.”

His hips twitched. She pressed a hand to his hip, stilling him. “Ah ah. Not yet.”

She picked up the vibe. Didn’t turn it on. Just dragged the tip down his chest, around one nipple, then the other. Never touching his cock. “After that, I’ll use this. Tease your hole with it. Open you up while I tell you how pretty you look, taking it for me. How tight you are. How mine you are.”

He was panting now. The leash was still loose, but he felt caged anyway. By her words. By her control.

“And when you’re open and wet and begging,” she whispered, her lips at his ear, “that’s when I’ll get my žir. My strapon. You remember how it looks, don’t you? Black leather. Thick. It’s going to stretch you, baby. Fill you up until you can’t think.”

“Miss Ewa—” he choked.

“I’m not done,” she said, and finally, finally, she clicked the vibe on. The lowest setting. She pressed it to his inner thigh, nowhere near where he needed it. “I’m going to fuck you slow at first. Make you feel every inch. I’ll have my hand right here—” she wrapped her fingers around his throat, not squeezing, just holding, “—and I’ll make you tell me who you belong to. And you’ll say my name. Over and over.”

The vibe moved higher, tracing his hipbone, then back down. Teasing. Never touching his cock, which was leaking onto his stomach now.

“And when you’re about to come,” she said, turning the vibe up one level, “I’ll stop. I’ll pull out. I’ll make you wait. Because your orgasm is mine, Dado. You don’t get it until I say.”

He was a mess. Sweating, whimpering, hands fisted in the sheets above his head. “Please,” he sobbed. “Please, I need—”

“I know what you need.” She shut the vibe off and set it aside. For a second there was nothing. Then her mouth was on his stomach, licking up the precome he’d spilled. “You need me. And you have me. But you don’t come yet.”

She crawled up his body, her boots bracketing his waist again. She took his face in her hands, thumbs brushing his cheekbones under the blindfold. “You’re doing so good. So, so good for me. Look how hard you are just from my words. From waiting.”

She kissed him, slow and deep, pouring affection into it. “Do you want to come, baby?”

“Yes,” he cried into her mouth. “Please, Miss Ewa, please—”

“I know.” She kissed his tears. “Soon. But first, I want to hear you say it again. Beg me. Tell me what you’ll do to earn it.”

He broke. Voice wrecked, body trembling. “I’ll do anything. I’ll lick your boots. I’ll eat your pussy for hours. I’ll take your žir in my ass and thank you for it. I’ll be your good boy forever. Just please, let me come for you. Let me be yours.”

Miss Ewa shuddered above him. Her control was fraying too. Good. She liked him like this. Undone.