Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*blindfolded*

***AUTHOR'S POV***

"But this time , it will be little different" his words sent a shiver to her spine making her exited and scared at the same moment.

Arjun retrieves a silk blindfold from his drawer, the fabric soft and luxurious against his fingertips. He approaches Aayara, who is still standing in the center of his room, her breath hitching as she senses his presence behind her. He wraps the blindfold around her eyes, securing it tightly so that there is no chance of her seeing anything. The world around her plunges into darkness, and she feels an overwhelming sense of vulnerability wash over her.

"Arjun, what are you doing?" Aayara's voice quivers, her hands instinctively reaching up to touch the blindfold, only to be caught by Arjun's firm grasp.

"You need to learn, Aayara," he whispers, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "You need to understand that innocence is a burden, not a gift."

His hands move to cup her face, tilting it upward so their gazes can meet, or at least what would be their gazes if she could see. His fingers trail down her cheeks, tracing the curve of her jawline before sliding lower, trailing the delicate skin of her neck. He can feel her pulse racing beneath his touch, a testament to her growing anxiety and arousal.

"Do you trust me, Aayara?" Arjun asks, his tone deceptively gentle.

She hesitates, unsure of how to answer. Trust is a complicated emotion right now, especially when she can't even see his face. But there's something about the way he speaks, the way he touches her, that makes her want to believe him. She nods slowly, though she knows he can't see it.

"Good girl," he murmurs, satisfaction evident in his voice. "Now, let's see how far we can push those boundaries."

Arjun's hands drift lower, skimming  and slipping underneath. His fingers brush against the sensitive skin of her stomach, causing her to gasp. His touch is electric, sending jolts of sensation through her body. He explores her abdomen with deliberate slowness, each stroke of his fingers coaxing a new reaction from her.

Aayara's breath quickens, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to steady herself. But the blindfold makes everything more intense, every touch magnified a hundredfold. She can't anticipate where his hands will go next, and that uncertainty sends waves of excitement coursing through her veins.

"Your skin is so soft," Arjun comments, his voice laced with admiration. "So pure. How does it feel to have someone else taking control, Aayara?"

She swallows hard, trying to find her voice. "It's... unsettling," she admits, her words barely a whisper.

"Unsettling, but not entirely unpleasant, I hope," he replies, his fingers continuing their exploration, tracing the line of her ribs and then moving downward to circle her navel. "You're trembling, Aayara. Are you scared, or are you excited?"

"Both," she confesses, her voice cracking slightly. "I don't know what to expect."

"That's the point," Arjun says, his tone dark and seductive. "You're going to experience things you've never imagined. Things that will test your limits."

He leans in close, his breath warm against her skin as he whispers in her ear, "And when you break, Aayara, you'll realize that there's beauty in corruption."

With that, . His fingers linger there, just above the soft swell of her breast , which was already redden with his marks and grips earlier,teasing her with the promise of what's to come. Aayara bites her lip, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits for the next move.

"Tell me, Aayara," Arjun prompts, his voice smooth and commanding. "What do you want me to do to you?"

She hesitates, the question too intimate, too revealing. But the blindfold forces her to rely on her other senses, and the feel of his hands so close to her most private parts makes her brave.