Reaching into his back pocket, Lex pulls out two lengths of red satin fabric.
"Hands behind your back," he commands. I tuck both of my hands behind my lower back, sitting still while Lexington leans down, using one of the lengths of satin to carefully bind my hands. The feeling of the soft fabric as it whispers across my skin causes my nipples to pebble in anticipation.
Before returning himself up to full height, Lexington takes the second length, and ties it around my eyes, securing it behind my head carefully so as to not catch my hair in the knot that he ties. The gentleness of the gesture is part of the beautiful dichotomy that is Lexington. He can be both hard and soft in equal measure with both parts coalescing into a singular focus. It's why I trust him with my body. With my life. I can hear the slight rub of his jeans as he stands upright. "You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are like this. Unguarded. Uninhibited. Mine."
