Yes.

I run my fingertips from the base of your balls gently, oh so gently up the length of your cock.

The restraints on your wrists are solid this time and you stand before me.  The blindfold is heavy and black, no slivers of light penetrate it. You know this because I've told you to open them, and listened close for the butterfly whisper of your lashes against the silk.

Your breath is shallow.

I caress your cock with my fingernails, feel you straining through the smooth cotton that still confines you.

I can smell your impatience.  I can feel your anticipation.

I hold your cock tightly, rub you, roll my thumb over your tip and down again.

I take your cheeks in my hands and pull your face down to kiss you, my tongue licking your lips, plunging into the wet depths of your mouth.
My nipples graze you. The pressure of my skin against your chest a mere kiss.

You are mine today, and I will have you as I please.