Masquerade Master

Never in my life could I have imagined I'd be standing here, staring the core of my addiction right in the face. Those beautiful heterochromatic eyes burned me down to my soul and for once in my life, I was not afraid of the flames--no, I craved them.

I needed to feel the smoldering heat, the blazing inferno stoked in my desire and I no longer ran from it. I didn't run away from his fire but rather I ran towards it and the freedom that came with it, something I feared more than being swept up in it.

He gave me freedom in exchange for my submission and never in my life would I have thought that someone like me, meek and innocent, could be brought to my knees in the most delicious of ways. He would surely be my undoing but in all honesty, I yearned to be unraveled by him and every fiber of my being called out to him.