Thread: Wandering in the Night [RA and Chanti]

There was no defining that delicious shiver that raced up her backbone when he flashed that wicked smile and assured her he would not be leaving her tonight. So he would be staying. Her mouth went dry as the nerves came back in a sudden rush. Her stomach flipped in nervous anticipation. Warm and soft fingers slipped into his hand, and she let a tiny smile crinkle the corners of her mouth. They were holding hands. Like a couple awkward middle-schoolers. But it wasnt awkward at all. It feltright. Like her hand was always supposed to rest in his larger, stronger one. The bedroom lights were off, but a tiny nightlight by the bed kept it from being completely dark. No room in her apartment was ever completely dark. She took great pains to be certain of that, and had a large selection of backup nightlights and lightbulbs stashed away. She stood at his side by the bed, unable to look away from the broad expanse. A memory of last nights activities in that bed brought a sudden flush to her cheeks and she almost guiltily looked away towards him. Yes. She knew the rules. Had committed them to memory. Not that they were difficult to remember. What would be the sense of entering the world of bdsm as a submissive if she had no intention of BEING submissive? Despite her intentions, as soon as that blindfold crossed in front of her eyes and blocked her sight she went rigid. Dark. So dark. Breath caught in her throat. Her hands instinctively moved up to remove the blindfold, fingers fluttering nervously. Then she stopped, and her hands lowered back down again, folding in on each other as she literally wrung her fingers. She was a little bird - alert, ready to set flight to escape danger. When he spoke her face lifted to his, her body leaning slightly towards him. But it was only when his hands touched hers that she started to relax again. Her fingers clutched at him, squeezing hard. So dark. It pressed down on her, threatening to crush her soul. But his voice was soothing, and his touch oriented her. She wasnt alone. No one was coming for. She was with this man she had chosen and felt safe with, no one else. Sir or Master. She had tormented her over this question, knowing it was coming. It feltawkward calling a man Master. If he had demanded it she would have done it, but with reluctance. Sir thoughSir felt right. She had actually had to stop herself several times from calling him Sir, feeling it would have been presumptuous. She took a deep breath. Breasts lifting, shadows of her puckered nipples visibly lifting in the thin pale yellow tank top. Lips opening to the candy pink tongue licking them unconsciously. Wet gleaming pink lips. Yes, Sir. It was an erotic, quivering breath. Nerves sexualized. The gentle stroking of his thumbs on the back of her hands left her hands opening, no longer fearfully clenched. Her body instinctively responding to his comfort. No longer frightened of the dark, because he was there with her and she could see the cracks of light seeping in from the edges of the blindfold. Not enough to see anything, but enough to know things were not dark. If she wanted the light, she could have it. Instantly. She was safe.