Thread: Wandering in the Night [RA and Chanti]

Red would be fine, Blaine agreed with a nod. It was simple, clear, and easy to remember - perfect by all of his accounts. Red it is. Leah's hesitation at the blindfold made him pause out of instinct, patiently waiting for her to respond. Just don't leave me alone, please. The request, when paired with the other one about keeping the lights on, clued him in that it was more than just a safety measure for her - the darkness was a fear for her. But that was okay. His smile widened once she agreed, please that she was already starting to push herself a bit out of her comfort zone. Blaine wanted to let her know it was appreciated, and slid off the chair easily. Oh don't worry, he said softly, playful mischief dancing in his eyes. I won't be leaving you alone tonight. His backpack was only a few feet away, and Blaine made a quick diversion over to it, abandoning his plate on the counter top - with the chicken and potatoes gone, onions and carrots lying in a neat clump that was untouched. Blaine crouched, deftly unzipping the small compartment at the front of his backpack. Inside was a brand new, black bandanna that he had neatly folded over several times until it was a band just two inches thick - perfect to put over ones eyes. The piece of fabric stayed in his hand as he straightened up again and reached for Leah with his other hand. Come. Slipping into his dominant side was as easy as putting on pants for Blaine, and felt just as comfortable. And there was always a telltale side his voice got a bit lower, more authoritative and steady whenever he spoke. Blaine took one of Leah's hands in his and immediately turned to lead them into Leah's bedroom - where he assumed she would be the most comfortable at starting their new roles. All the lights were off, and Blaine made sure to flick one of them on, bathing the room in a warm and healthy glow. Once they were in a patch of open ground, coincidentally right in front of the bed, Blaine turned to Leah. I'm going to put the bandanna on you, he told her. That part, he left no room for negotiation with his tone. He hoped she would be receptive to the action, even as nervous as she may be. Remember my two rules I mentioned at the restaurant? Those are effective immediately. Blaine paused for a moment or two, letting Leah ready herself in whatever way she needed before he let go of her hand and stepped off to her side slightly to tie the bandanna around her eyes. Using some sort of blindfold was very common for Blaine and his first session. For one, he liked how it looked on a girl. But mostly, he liked them for what they did. Cutting one's eyesight out of the picture meant they would have to feel and listen, and trust, even if just a bit. His hands were gentle as he pressed the fabric against her brow, tying it loosely before adjusting it so it slid over Leah's eyes. Blaine was silent as he worked, but he watched and took in, trying to learn Leah and gauge her emotions. Good. Okay. Stepping back to face Leah, he took up her hands again to give her a sense of where he was. Plus, the physical touch always helped with establishing a bond. His voice was soft, hardly above a murmur as his eyes wandered over Leah's slender frame. In this space, when we are together like this, you may address me as 'Sir' or 'Master.' Nothing else. Excitement hummed in his veins as Blaine spoke, hiding under the surface of his skin and his calm, firm words. There was something to Leah, he sensed - something that held a weight to it, made her unique. Even though it had just happened not five minutes ago, his mind was already replaying the look she had given him before they started sure and slightly bold, and a shimmer of something more. Something that he suspected may come out once Leah allowed herself to submerge into the pleasure that could come from submitting to someone else. Both of his thumbs gently stroked over the backs of Leah's hands, trying to coax any stiff nervousness to relax in Leah. Do you understand?