Demons without Desire

Senses.

I sat in the car quietly tuning in on my senses. It was certainly an experience to temporarily lose a sense and had to rely on the others. Small things were standing out, things I had overlooked before..

Like the way the car gave a small purr as we drove along, the small intakes of breath the singer before starting a new verse or chorus, the cool air against my skin from the air conditioning and the warmness of Zak's palm situated on the inside of my thigh. How his thumb would give a soothing rub every so often.

"You okay? You're quiet." Zak spoke making my head turn to his voice.

"I am. I'm learning.."

"Learning?" He questioned.

"I've had a sense taken and I'm learning to trust the others. It's... Different." I answered.

"Hmm." He hummed. "Talk me through them."

I smiled and placed my hand on top of his "I can feel the warmth of your palm, as well as the small callouses on them from working out. I know your fingertips are soft and cool." I spoke tracing his fingers individually with mine.

"What else?" He asked.

"I can smell you.. Your aftershave, the masculinity of it.. How it works on my body."

"Tell me about that."

I could almost hear how his voice changed, no doubt from the smirk he wore.

"It makes my blood feel like lava.. Boiling under my skin. But it's not painful, it's also not normal.. It's enough to alert me. My heart feels a flutter every so often just from the scent. Pressure begins and my knees feel the need to join together as if it will take it away."

"Hmm.."

"The endorphins buzz.. Just enough to make me want to take the oxygen from your lungs and breathe life into you at the same time. To consume you."

He cleared his throat and I could hear the shuffle in his seat.

"I can almost hear that heart beating a little faster as the excitement builds in you Zak."

"All this from a damn blindfold?" He asked.

"There it is." I giggled "The nervousness yet cockiness in your voice. Dominant yet submissive."

"I- are you trying to make me turn this car around?" He asked.

I giggling rolling my head on the headrest. "You asked.."

"What would I say... If I suggested it in the bedroom?" He asked.

"The blindfold?"

"Yes."

"Are you a Christian Grey, Zachery?"

"No. Well- no I'm certainly more curious as to what you're feeling right now."

"I think we should.. It takes trust you know this." I spoke touching the black material with my fingertips.

"I know."

"And trust works two ways. You have to be willing for a return?" I questioned.

"I'm game.. I'm so game." He answered.

"Good." I smiled going quiet again. His hand had moved up my leg and fingers were just on the inside of my shorts.

"What I want to do to you now..." He whispered.

I looked in his direction before smirking "Then do it."

I heard his foot hit the brake on his car and the ground crunch under the tyres. With a click of his belt I was pinned to my seat as his body swamped mine. Grabbing at his body desperately I moaned, trying to get into his pants when he pulled away.