Gojo Without Blindfold Novels & Stories

He watched with rapt attention as Haru’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes squeezed shut as he rode the waves of pleasure. “Look at me,” Jiro commanded, his voice sharp and demanding. “Open your eyes, Haru. I want to see how much you want this.” Haru’s lashes fluttered open, his watery gaze meeting Jiro’s. “I want you,” he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want you so bad…” Jiro withdrew his fingers, his cock already hard and aching for entry. He positioned himself at Haru’s entrance, his tip pressing against the tight ring of muscle. Haru tensed, his breath hitching as Jiro pushed forward, forcing his way inside inch by agonizing inch.

He never misses a chance to fight his own shadow. I catalog the way his fingers flex on the hilt, how his jaw shifts when he sees me watching. He lifts his chin a little higher, like confidence can be borrowed if you just pretend hard enough. I don’t say anything. He doesn’t need me pointing it out. Step one hundred and forty-five. Training field reached. I pretend to stop counting. For now. Now it is time for some workout.

Justin let out a low chuckle as he spanked my ass once again while I trembled against him. “Pick a blindfold, stunning.” Justin murmured after a few seconds, pointing at the two blindfolds which were citrently being held up by Blaze. One was black and the other was white, I personally liked the white one, it was one of my favorites because aside it being decorated with real diamonds, it gave me this illusion that I was innocent, when indeed, I wasn’t. “The white one.” I watched and gulped as Blaze moved towards me, “I’ll miss staring into these gorgeous eyes.” Blaze murmured right before the blindfold covered my eyes, cascading me in complete darkness which I eagerly welcomed.

I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles. His gaze fell on me, greedy and sickening, like a snake's tongue flicking. "Well, well, I didn't expect to find such a pretty young lady here." Marianne let out a heart-wrenching scream, "Don't touch her!" I clenched my teeth, fighting down the despair churning in my chest, and turned to whisper to my mother, "Mom, whatever happens next, don't interfere. "Move back. There's a trampoline outside the window that should cushion your fall.

"This is going to take away your sight. You'll have to rely on your other senses. Sound, touch, smell. Everything will be more intense. Color?" "Green," he said immediately. I slipped the blindfold over his eyes, securing it snugly. He gasped softly as his vision went dark. "Still green?" I asked. "Yes, sir." "Good." I moved away from him, my footsteps deliberately quiet on the carpet. I watched him tilt his head, trying to track where I was, and smiled. "I'm going to touch you now. You're going to stay perfectly still. No matter what I do, you don't move. Understand?"

One last hurdle, tall and brutal. And Joy’s voice hit like a commandment. “Jump!” He did. The arc was clean. The landing, smoother than it had any right to be. They crossed first. Silence. Then— Explosion. The stadium roared, banners flying, students on their feet. House Six had taken a trust exercise and turned it into a goddamn art form. Fiero reached for the blindfold, pulling it off in one smooth motion—and immediately locked eyes with Joy. She was already watching.

Arielle noticed it. The distance. But she said nothing. "First we remove your primary crutch." He pulled a strip of black cloth from his belt and stepped closer. "Stand still." Arielle didn't flinch. He tied the blindfold over her eyes, swallowing her world in darkness. "Do not rely on your eyes," Leo said, stepping back as his voice drifted around her, moving like a ghost. "Feel the air. Listen to the scuff of my boot. Feel." Arielle exhaled deeply, a breath of silence.

Zoey frowned at the spot I'd selected but nodded her head. "Right, that makes sense." She dropped down into a cross-legged position which only seemed to further emphasize how skintight her jeans were. "And you sit... in front of me? Behind?" Moving to sit across from her, I took a similar position that left our knees barely separated. "In front. We're doing a talking-only session, just so you can understand what the club is about." Reaching out, I took one of the blindfolds she was holding out to me, gave her one final look, and then tied it around my head. Everything went dark.

He lingered for a moment longer before finally pulling away, his fingers brushing over my wrist before untying the blindfold. When I blinked up at him, his smirk was back—only now, it held a hint of something deeper. “We did good. Let’s move on,” he said casually, but I could see the satisfaction in his gaze. We both gazed at the plaque before us: Final Challenge: Explore & Guide—Both partners will be blindfolded. Using only touch, guide each other out of the pavilion and onto the next path. “We can do this, this will be a piece of cake I am sure,” I said with more confidence than I felt.

Dagdag pa na kitang kita ko ang itsura naming dalawa sa salamin. All I could make was to moan and almost convulsing in top of his mouth. It just keep on making wonders beneath me kaya ilang beses din akong nilabasan bago niya ako tigilan. “W-wait, J-jeo. A-ano yan?” takang tanong ko sa kanya when I opened my eyes and saw him holding a blindfold. I felt fear and excitement? When he continues to walk while smirking rather than answering my question.