Dark Touch

Taking Things Too Far

Things are starting to get intense! You've been warned...  

I sat in my car, my heart racing as I felt nervous in the outfit I had on. I knew I was late to the party and Lucas was probably wondering where I was, but Hannah had to work and I had to figure out how to put on a white corset by myself. Lucas's gift this time was a very revealing outfit. It was no surprise that it was all white, from the corset, to the white stockings with little bows on it, and even an all white mask to go along with it. Was it some kind of masquerade theme?

I wasn't sure but either way, the corset came with a white silk robe that I had tied tightly around my body, covering most of it. There was one last accessory I found quite odd. It was a red necklace that was pretty thick and fit tightly around my neck, almost like the chokers Hannah wore back in college.

Finally I found the strength to get out of the car and walk up to the doors, as I came to the guard I went to say my name when he held his hand out. "You're good to go," he said as I raised my eyebrow. This time he didn't give me a no-touch bracelet and I didn't know if I should ask for one. I sure didn't want to have random people grabbing on to me, but I was also tired of being a bystander.

I could always just say no, couldn't I?

I walked inside to the same red mist, except everyone inside was dressed much differently. Everyone was wearing all black and different colored masks on their faces as well. I seemed to be the only one in white. I suddenly felt eyes all over me as I made my way through, feeling embarrassed for being the only one to stand out. I looked around trying to find Lucas or even Trish so that I wouldn't feel so out of place. Just as I turned a corner, I felt a hand snake around my waist and It only took me a second to realize the familiar touch.

"I knew I would spot my Angel as soon as you stepped through the doors," he said, his lips close to my ear.

"Probably because I'm wearing the wrong thing. Why is everyone wearing black?" I asked, turning to him with a raised eye as he steadied his eyes on my necklace and down my body that was covered by the robe. I looked to see he had one pair of black slacks and a black button up that was completely unbuttoned, showing his gorgeous body.

"Because it's a blackout party. It's all about the mystery," he responded.

"Then why am I wearing white?" I questioned.

"Because the color looks so ravishing on you," He uttered, grabbing my hand. "Come on. The event has already started," he spoke, as I remembered his words about the special event. I let him move me through the crowd as people parted at the sight of us. I truly felt like a small fawn being led down into the depths of corruption and Lucas was my escort.

We finally made it into a silent room where everyone stood looking up at a stage. On the stage was a sight I had never thought I'd see before. There was a girl tied up in a standing position to something overhead. There was a bed beneath her, as if ready for her to collapse onto when her hands were removed from the bar above. She was blindfolded and completely naked. A man was on stage with her, with a whip in his hands. He was whipping her relentlessly as she cried out in pain and pleasure.

I could feel Lucas behind me, pressing my back on to his chest, one hand on my waist, and the other playing with my hair. "What is it?" I asked, biting my lip.

"It's public domination," he whispered as I tingled at the words. "He wants everyone to see the control he has on her and she wants everyone to know who she belongs to. It's exciting for people to see you in such a precarious position," he whispered close to my ear, as the guy cut her down, watching her collapse onto the bed. Before wasting a second he pulled her legs and began to have sex with her before everyone. The feeling was exhilarating and intimate as everyone watched this man claim this girl. Suddenly a guy came up to Lucas and whispered something to him as I felt his hand leave my waist.