He sat in the unforgiving, iron-backed, armless chair, and felt his other senses swell with purpose. The silk of the blindfold made him more aware of the strength of the restraints around his wrists, tied behind the back of the chair.
Suddenly, the warmth of her body close to his was palpable, and the sound of her subtle breath was deafening. The smell of her perfume, the cool air on his skin, even the sense of his own presence in the room; everything was more intense. Everything but his sight.