Sophia's POV
He can't see me. He can't see what I'm doing.
The thought became my lifeline, the only thing keeping me from completely falling apart. I clung to it desperately, using it to push down the overwhelming shame that threatened to consume me whole. If he truly was blind, if the accident had really taken his sight, then at least this humiliation wasn't complete. At least some small part of my dignity could remain intact.
Just get through this. Just survive.
"Start with your breasts," he commanded, his voice clinical and detached. "Cup them. Let me see how they fit in your hands."
My hands trembled as I obeyed, my palms covering myself in a gesture that felt more protective than sensual. The weight of my breasts felt foreign in my own hands, as if I were touching someone else's
