Leaving On A Jetplane

I've got his message from a song. A song that he had me listened while stealing my first kiss. He was faceless. I was blind folded. Both of my hands were tied together behind me. My feet were pinned at the floor by a rope. I was stucked in a small room with him. All I know was he was kissing me all over my face. Gently and passionately.

I was quivering with fear. Fear what this guy might do to me after feasting on me. I tried to beg for him to stop but he didn't listen. Until my mind was redirected to the song that was playing in my ear through earphones. Every single lyrics were magically stucked in my head.

" Do you really want me to let you go?" he whispered over my lips.

" Y-Yes!" I was stuttering when I answered him.

" Then kiss me back, muffin," he answered hoarsely.

I did as I was told. But when he let me go, he just disappeared in a fine thin air. Leaving me frustrated while longing to see his face. It was like finding a needle in a huge pile of hay sinced then.