Amelia was glad that he was warming up to this room. She had always wanted to share this side of her with her partner, but finding someone who shared this desire had been difficult. Each man she had tried to show this part of her to had made her feel like a fool for liking some of these things. But Troy...he embraced this part of her and she loved that about him. And because of that, she would reward him fully.

As soon as he said he was ready, she smiled, even though he couldn't see it. "Hands to yourself...I'll tell you when you can use them." She waited until he was very clear about his instructions. And only when he acknowledged her request did she turn away from him and head towards a collection of whips.

Returning to him with a small whip with a single leather tip, she pressed her lips softly to the crook of his neck, her fangs gently scraping the skin there but never drawing blood...not yet at least. As she stepped back, she looked over his naked body for a moment before she slapped the whip over his nipple: first the left, then the right. She waited to see if he was enjoying the sensation before she slowly did the same along the muscles of his abdomen, then the muscles of his thigh.

She returned the whip, grabbing the wand with feathers that he had been looking at before. As she came back up to him, she made sure to tease him everywhere except where his blood was pooling. She would not satisfy his needs just yet. No, she was not ready to let him off so easily.

Replacing the feathered wand, she began to sift through her drawers to find something that she thought he might enjoy. She eventually settled on a small finger vibrator. She made sure to touch the underside of his scrotum as well as the tip of his dick, making sure to hit all the sensitive places. And only when he was fully erect did she press her lips to his. "You can use your hands now..." Her words were a whisper into his ear as she released him from his position. She was still very much dressed in her corset and that needed to be rectified. Slowly, hands untied the blindfold over his eyes, releasing them so he could see what he was doing. Every now and then, she made sure to touch him with the vibrating tip of her finger, for good measure. "What do you want to do to me Troy?" her voice was low, sultry, daring him to explore her with whatever tools he wanted to. This wasn't about her, this was about them. This room was for them both to enjoy equally.