Day 9 - Blindfolds, Dom Lucy/Sub Cooper

Day 9 - Blindfolds, Dom Lucy/Sub Cooper

Cooper had never been the type to give up control easily. It wasn't in his nature. Years of surviving in the wasteland had taught him to keep a tight grip on every situation, to stay one step ahead of the chaos that seemed to follow him everywhere. But tonight, things were different.

Tonight, he was giving that control to Lucy.

It had started as a playful suggestion—a joke, really—but the moment Lucy saw the flicker of interest in Cooper's eyes, she knew they were onto something. She had seen that hint of curiosity beneath the surface, the way he tensed for a second too long when she teased him about letting her take the reins for once. And, to her surprise, he hadn't said no.

Now, Cooper was sitting on the edge of their bed, his shoulders tense but his expression calm as he waited for Lucy's next move. His hands were resting on his thighs, clenched just enough to show he wasn't entirely relaxed. He was still Cooper—watchful, alert, but willing to let her lead. It was new territory for both of them, but there was a quiet trust between them that made this moment feel right.

Lucy stood in front of him, the blindfold dangling from her fingers, her eyes studying his face. "You sure about this?" she asked, her tone light but with a genuine question behind it. She didn't want to push him too far. Cooper's protective instincts always ran high, and the last thing she wanted was for him to feel like he was giving up too much of himself.

Cooper's lips quirked into a small smile, the kind that didn't quite reach his eyes but still softened his normally hardened features. "You've got me in this far, haven't you?" he said, his voice low and rough, but there was a thread of amusement running through it. "Might as well see where it goes."

Lucy grinned at his response, her heart beating a little faster as she stepped closer, the blindfold still in her hand. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Good. But remember—you're mine tonight. You do what I say. No backtalk."

She could feel the tension ripple through him at her words, the way his body stiffened for a moment, and then—slowly—he nodded. "Understood."

The simplicity of his agreement sent a thrill through Lucy. Seeing Cooper, of all people, give up his usual control—even for a short while—was intoxicating in ways she hadn't expected. She wanted to push him, to test just how far he'd go for her.

With that thought lingering, she raised the blindfold, gently tying it around his head, making sure it was secure and tight enough to block his vision completely. Cooper's breath hitched slightly as the darkness enveloped him, his fingers twitching on his thighs, but he stayed still, letting her work.

Once the blindfold was in place, Lucy took a step back, watching him. He was sitting there, blindfolded and waiting, his muscles tense but his breathing even. She had never seen him like this—so vulnerable, so willing to let someone else take charge. It made something inside her stir.

"Good," she murmured, her voice low and commanding. "Now, stay right there. Don't move until I tell you."

Cooper's lips pressed into a tight line, his jaw clenching briefly as he nodded, his hands still resting on his thighs. He looked like he was holding himself together by a thread, the tension radiating off him in waves, but he didn't say a word. He was following her lead.

Lucy took her time, letting the silence stretch between them as she slowly circled around him, her eyes never leaving his form. She wanted him to feel the weight of her gaze, to know that she was in control, that every move she made was deliberate. It wasn't just about teasing him—it was about pushing him, seeing how far he would go for her, and knowing that, tonight, he was hers.

She moved in closer, her fingers ghosting over his shoulders, tracing the lines of his back through his shirt. Cooper shivered at the contact, a low, involuntary sound escaping his throat, but he still didn't move. Lucy smiled to herself, her fingers trailing lower, down his arms, before stopping at his wrists.

"Hands behind your back," she ordered softly.

Cooper hesitated for just a second, his instincts warring with the trust he was placing in her, but then he complied, moving his hands behind him as he leaned forward slightly, his posture open but still rigid with tension. Lucy couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction seeing him like this—so strong, yet willing to give her this control.

She grabbed a length of rope from the nightstand, looping it around his wrists with practiced ease, binding them together just tight enough to hold, but not so tight that he couldn't break free if he really wanted to. It was all about the illusion of control—both of them knew that.

Once his hands were securely tied, Lucy stepped back again, her eyes raking over him. He looked good like this—helpless, blindfolded, and at her mercy. The image sent a jolt of heat through her, and she could feel her pulse quicken as she thought about what she wanted to do next.

"You look good like this," she murmured, her voice full of appreciation as she moved in front of him, her fingers tilting his chin up slightly. "So obedient."

Cooper let out a soft, humorless chuckle at that, his lips twitching into a wry smile. "Don't get used to it," he muttered, his voice rough, but there was no real heat behind the words.

Lucy's smile widened, her fingers sliding down his chest as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "We'll see about that," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

Without another word, she pushed him back onto the bed, his bound hands making it awkward for him to balance, but he managed to shift into a seated position, his back against the headboard. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, the tension radiating off him in waves as he waited for her next move.

Lucy climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist as she pressed her body against his, her fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch. She could see the way he was trying to stay calm, to keep himself in check, but she knew that control was slipping.

"Tell me, Cooper," she purred, her fingers brushing over the waistband of his pants. "How does it feel, letting me take control for once?"

Cooper's breath hitched, his body shifting beneath her as he swallowed hard. "Strange," he admitted, his voice strained, but honest. "But… I trust you."

Lucy's heart skipped a beat at his words. She could see the vulnerability in him, even as he tried to stay composed. It was a rare moment, and she wasn't going to waste it.

"Good," she whispered, her fingers slowly unbuttoning his pants, her movements deliberate and teasing. "Because I'm going to make you feel good… if you let me."

Cooper's jaw tightened, his hands flexing against the restraints as he nodded, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts. He was trying to maintain his control, but she could see it slipping, little by little.

Lucy pulled his pants down, freeing him from the fabric, and without hesitation, she leaned in, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck as her hand wrapped around his already hardening cock, stroking him slowly, teasingly. Cooper groaned, his head falling back against the headboard as his hips bucked up instinctively, his body betraying the control he was trying so hard to maintain.

"Fuck, Lucy," he gasped, his voice rough with need as his hips jerked upward, chasing the sensation of her hand.

Lucy smiled against his skin, her hand tightening slightly around him as she continued to stroke him, her pace slow but deliberate. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself together, trying to stay in control, but she wasn't going to let him. Not tonight.

"Let go," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're not in charge tonight, Cooper. I am. Just let go."

Cooper's breath hitched, his body trembling beneath her as her words sank in. He could feel the weight of her control, the way she held him in the palm of her hand—literally and figuratively—and for the first time in a long time, he let go.

His hips bucked up again, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Lucy's hand moved faster, her grip tightening as she stroked him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He was teetering on the brink, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back, but he couldn't fight it anymore.

With a low, guttural groan, Cooper came hard, his entire body shuddering as he spilled into her hand, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the pleasure washed over him, leaving him breathless and spent.

Lucy smiled, her hand still stroking him gently as she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. "Good boy," she whispered, her voice full of affection. "You did so well."

Cooper's chest heaved with each breath, his body still trembling slightly from the intensity of his release. His muscles were taut beneath her, and Lucy could feel the effort it had taken for him to let go, to relinquish control, if only for a moment. She leaned back slightly, her eyes lingering on his face, even though the blindfold still kept him in darkness.

"Still with me?" she asked softly, her fingers tracing a path along his collarbone, brushing away the last remnants of tension that clung to him.

Cooper let out a low, shaky laugh, his lips twitching into a small, wry smile. "Yeah," he rasped, his voice still rough from the pleasure that had ripped through him. "I'm here. Just… processing."

Lucy chuckled softly, running her fingers down his chest in slow, soothing strokes. She could feel the weight of what had just happened settling between them, the shift in their dynamic still lingering in the air. But she knew Cooper. He wasn't used to this—wasn't used to letting someone else take charge, to being vulnerable like this.

"Good," she murmured, her voice full of warmth as she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It was gentle, almost tender, a quiet reminder that she was still there with him, that they were still them.

Cooper returned the kiss, slow and soft, his bound hands shifting slightly behind him as he tried to adjust, the rope still holding him in place. Lucy pulled back after a moment, her eyes trailing over him with a mixture of pride and affection. She loved seeing him like this—relaxed, sated, and completely at her mercy.