Dark Play - Pure Fluff.

Your Turn

Ah memories, the tricky devils they are that's why it in our nature to keep mementos of the greatest experiences of life to be spirited back to that moment when fate met with you and breathed new life into your soul. While sifting through pictures, and having yourself a fond little chuckle you pause, there's a card you don't remember slid in between pictures of that time your Aunt had that barbecue and when your cousin got drunk for the first time. Lifting it away from your personal artifacts there's simple wording.. 'Let's play a game.' Furrowing your brow to turn it over, wondering if there was more to the message, the soft fanning brings a scent to you of gardens and wild things, a muskiness that makes your heart pick up and your breath catch in your lungs until it seems like you remember something you were unaware you knew.
Try to remember how you got here, why you're now standing in the middle of a room, blind folded, mostly naked with only a bikini and a confectionery dusting over your skin. You remember the candles, the amber glow sending your skin glittering. The subtle scent of lavender, and rose sweetens your nose, the wild honey capturing desire for you. Pulling your bottom lip into your mouth as nerves strike you notice that scent flavors you. Spiriting itself onto your tongue like a champagne to delight.
Now convinced that batty broad was just some loony, or worse showing you off flaws and all to some hoity-toity bunch that would point and laugh. You're about to take away the mask, despite the warning that the game would end, a flush colors your skin. Shamed you fell for fake smiles all over again.
Pausing you strain to listen again, rewarded to hear the door open and a sharp intake of breath. Was that a masculine sound? You were promised a game, and if you could guess who it was you'd win. The prize you would receive flees your mind with abandon with not so much as a forwarding address either.
The rules are simple, do not take the blindfold off, do not touch him but he may touch you. He cannot use his hands but to position you, he can not speak to you, nor you to him. At the end you are allowed one guess and you may take as long as you need.
Remembering the lack of clothing as the door is pulled closed you raise your arms, to cover yourself, opening your mouth intent on calling this whole thing off. It was a mistake, after all what hope did you have that it would really be the one you wanted. Your mouth runs dry as you remember the men you chose yourself that could visit you. All these thoughts flash in an instant through your mind, pulling in a breath you feel your body still as if holding a collective breath.
Without stirring the air you can feel whoever he is in front of you having moved too fast; hands at your wrists gently insisting you uncross your arms. Bending low as if to whisper you feel the velvety touch of his lips on yours, not quite a kiss instead a quiet message, a plea to not end it yet.
Sighing into his mouth you allow him to pull your arms away and down, giving him the delight in knowing he can. He pulls away, you feel that slight tingle in the back of your mind, that sixth sense telling you when you're being watched. You can feel the blush heating your face as he walks around you. With no further preamble he takes you out of your self induced misery. His tongue gliding up your spine, slowly moving from the skin peeking from your too flimsy bottoms following the natural curve when your spine dips to just beneath the band of your top. He pulls away.
Too stunned to have made a noise before you can't stop the half whimper when your skin is reintroduced to the air. He slides his hands, only fingertips brushing your skin along your side too light to tickle. Following your curves he silently instructs you to raise your arm up, and so you do. Pulling your hand down from empty air he places the back of your hand against his cheek almost cuddling it for a moment before you feel him pull your hand again, surprised he turned nips your fingertips before slowly pulling each digit, in turn into the heat of his mouth. Tongue curling and licking. You turn your face away, determined not to let him see the raw desire already on your face and he'd barely touched you.
He chuckles. That dark sound low and inviting, you curl your toes trying to distract yourself. Somehow it's been decided to be a battle of wills now, what man would see this and not accept your challenge. Abandoning your hand his mouth on your shoulder trailing open mouth kisses towards your neck, a gasp.. Was it you or him? Without eyes to see you figured out your other senses are heightened that's why that tingly feeling was stronger.. Yes that's it..How can a shoulder be this damned sensual.
Just shy of making his way at that tantalizing curve betwixt shoulder and neck he stops, pulling away as quickly as he had begun. Turning your blind folded eyes to where you thought he was suddenly you feel his arm snake around your waist, while his other hand tracks it way up from your shoulders into your hair, firmly and without pain he tugs your head back directing your body to lay prone in his arms, fully supporting you. That surprised gasp turn quickly to a moan and his mouth starts pulling delicately on your breast just above the cup of your top before trailing up, tongue, lips and teeth all traveling up. The tug of his teeth on tender flesh makes you writhe against the strength of his chest, his tongue quickly follows as if to sooth the love nip. Planting a kiss on your chin he offers tiny kisses across your jaw before biting your earlobe playfully. Still in full control he pulls your body back further, yet somehow cradling you against his chest like a priceless treasure.
There's a padded surface under you now as he places you gently his ragged breath caressing your ear. There's some proof he's not as unaffected as his tight control would have you believe. Again he pulls away, this time your ready waiting again you get the feeling he's looking at you, laying before him. You once again pull your bottom lip into your mouth, insecurity slashing through the tight coil of desire this game has pulled you into.
Startled you yelp; something icy slowly drips against your leg cooling your super heated skin. Starting from the ankle he directs that cooling path up towards your knee instantly heating it once more by tracing unerringly with his mouth, tilting your head back you try to stifle that moan. You've been so very good at following those damned rules.. What were they again.
Hands lift your leg as his mouth leaves your skin to be found once more this time under your knee tongue trailing slowly towards your thigh. Licking across the barrier of those infuriating bottoms, pulling your legs apart his mouth doesn't leave as he continues to follow along that barrier until he's kneeling between your legs mouth hovering inches away from your burning flesh. Hot breath fans against you as he stops, muscles taut his breath trembling.
Suddenly he picks you up, arms secure under your bottom and he stands. His body supporting you while his mouth trails kisses at the soft skin normally hidden from prying eyes. Behind the mask your eyes flutter, heart in your throat.
To hell with rules, you slide down his body wrapping your legs around his waist. Pulling his mouth back for a molten kiss, your hands digging through silken hair. One arm still supporting your weight easily. Quickly going from surprise to coaxing a gentle leading of your control. You try to remove the mask but his hand stops you then reaches for the clasps he quickly releases the catch to the blasted top that kept his hands at bay. Bending you back his hot mouth finds your breasts, pulling the peak into his magical mouth. Arching against him, hips bucking gently yet instantly opening your mouth you moan...
You find yourself back in your home, fully dressed and breathing sharply at the new found memory, but for the life of you unable to finish it. What happened? Who was he? Raising your hand you pat your hair to try and calm yourself only to find something silky tangled there. Gently pulling it free for your identification... It's a mask... You see glitter on your hands. You lick the dusting to find it tastes like wildness and gardens.

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Not mine, but the general idea is. First Fanfic, first time posting anything at all to the world outside of school. Hope you didn't set the bar too high. Wanted to try a different style to see how it would take.
go see LaDameBlanche here on Wattpad. well go on.