Ezra’s POV
She came to me, not for me, not knowingly, but she showed up all the same, and that was all that mattered.
The note had been hand-delivered to her dorm, worded just right: polite, impersonal, posed as a message from her TA asking for help organizing files for a group project.
No specifics, no explanations. Just a time, a room number. Mine.
She hesitated. I watched her pace her room, read the note, then read it again. Her fingers hovered over her phone, uncertain. But then she left, no questions, no confirmation.
Curiosity brought her here, and that was enough.
The door shut behind her, and the power cut out the moment the lock clicked. I stepped into the dark, silent air, no greeting or warning, as she froze. I watched her body tense in the shadows as she turned in a slow circle, her breath catching in her throat.
She reached for the light switch, nothing. Reached for her phone, dead.
She turned toward the noise, the soft shift of movement I allowed myself for her to mention my presence. Her lips parted to speak, but I was already moving before she could say a word.
I signed slowly, deliberately. “This is a lesson.”
Lesson One: Stillness.
She didn’t resist when I moved closer. Her breath hitched, and she stepped back, but her feet never left the floor.
I blindfolded her with silk, tight, but not unkind. She flinched, but stayed silent. Then came the rope. Soft against her skin, I tied her wrists behind her back, slowly. Her pulse beat hard beneath the skin of her throat.
Still no protest, just trembling. Good girl.
I guided her to the couch, sat her at the edge, knees pressed together, chin lifted. I knelt behind her, legs on either side, close enough for her to feel my heat but not my touch.
My chest hovered just above her back, my breath brushing her ear.
She was already shaking. I haven't touched or kissed her yet. I signed the command where she couldn’t see, then guided her bound hands forward, fingers tracing three words over her own thighs. “Touch yourself. Slow.”
She jerked slightly, her voice cracking. “Ezra?”
I didn’t answer, her breathing got rougher. She didn’t know where to begin. She squirmed, she arched. She tried to guess. Wrong, I leaned in and pointed. “Your neck.”
She hesitated. Then slowly, shakily, raised her bound hands to her throat, grazing her skin with fingertips. Her breath caught. “Your chest.”
Her fingers moved downward. Over her breasts, her nipples tightened beneath her shirt, and I watched the way her body betrayed her. Her thighs pressed together, lower.
She paused, her mouth opened again. “Please…” She swallowed hard. “…speak to me.”
I smiled where she couldn’t see it, then I did. My voice was low, rotten with desire. “Unbutton your jeans. Right now.”
She gasped, fumbled. Her fingers shook as she undid the button and slid the zipper down. I didn’t help, I only watched. “Pull your panties to the side.”
She whimpered and I let my breath brush her ear again. “Touch yourself, Leia. Use two fingers. Circle. Don’t stop unless I say.”
Her fingers slipped between her thighs, and the sound of it, wet,and obscene, nearly broke me. She was soaked.
“Good girl,” I murmured. “Keep going. Slower. Feel how wet you are? That’s for me. That’s mine.”
Her moan broke into the air, breathy, and helpless. I wrapped one hand around her throat, firm, steady, not tight. My other hand rested on her hip, unmoving. Just holding her there, grounding her. She writhed, and I kept her still.
“Eyes on my lips,” I said near her ear. “Watch what I say, even if you can’t see me.”
Her blindfold stayed on, but I knew she tried, her head tilted toward the sound, trembling. Her fingers moved faster. I didn’t stop her, not yet.
“You’re dripping,” I whispered. “Clenching. Desperate. Pathetic and perfect.” She moaned louder, body tightening, legs shaking.
“No,” I said in sign, gripping her throat harder. Not dangerous. Just enough to command. Not yet. She sobbed. She couldn’t even see me, but she knew I was smiling.
I leaned in closer. “I want obedience, Leia. Not begging.”
She went still, breathing ragged, every part of her flushed and trembling, ruined and wet, aching. I untied her wrists. Didn’t touch her, didn’t kiss her, and left the blindfold on. She stayed there on the couch, hands limp, thighs slick, breath uneven. And before I left the room, I leaned in close to her ear.
“I told you…” My voice was a whisper, dark and final. “Soon.”