Thread: The Arrangement (Translucentfeathers & Father Figure)

Claire simply watched the crowd without really seeing them, attempting to keep her eyes focused on anything other than the man next to her, her gaze getting lost in the crowd. Despite all her attempts to to mentally distance herself drom him though, she could not ignore his words, the answer to the question that she herself asked. The response washed over her like a wave that could cause you to slip and fall, to sink beneath the surface after it knocked the breath from you so you were left feeling exposed and unable to catch your breath it stole from you. Claire simply lifted her glass and took a sip, though there was a brush of a hand gracing over her her bare knee that forced her away from her idle staring she had become lost in, the contact of his fingertips on her skin so unexpectedly sent slight shocks of what felt like electricity through her. Claire looked at the hand over her knee before she glanced up with an arched brow though she wasn't met by his intense gaze as she had feared, rather he had turned his focus out onto the dance floor and she followed his eyes to the submissive who was currently strapped down with her upper body suspended as she was fucked brutally before a crowd of pleased onlookers. Claire tried not to focus solely on the actual interactions that began to occur as the night progressed, finding it too easy to get a little lost in the show. The blatant display though had her slender fingers tightening their grasp around the glass she held, her legs despite the hand at her knee shifting as she struggled to try and tear her eyes away from the scene even as she heard the womans cries and noises of pleasure begin to rise above the crowd and reach her ears. It was at that moment that Matthew had leaned in towards her and Claire held her breath as she felt him slide his nose along the curl of her hair before his tongue traced along the piercings of her ear. It had her subconsciously tilting her head slightly as if to offer him more of herself. Claire's breath caught in her throat when the hand at her knee smoothed up over her pale thigh, fingers digging in and leaving a blooming ache in their wake as she felt her skin flush under the secular focus he offered her. She finally had to tear her eyes away from the scene on the dance floor, repressing a shiver that raced along the bared curve of her spine as she felt his warm breath cascade over her delicate ear. The question he asked, the ideas he was instilling into her mind left her feeling slightly caught. Her eyes flicked back to the brazen display of the submissive being so thoroughly fucked for all to see and while she felt no hesitation or inclination either way about watching or not watching, the idea of being so blatantly taken, of being put on display for all to see had her squirming back a bit. The idea of all that focus being centered on you wasn't thrilling and it had her tensing at the concept of being so blatantly seen doing things she was only beginning to dip her toes into. The concept of being in public, of possibly getting caught or having others overhear without being able to reach or touch you. The idea of the only and sole focus on you being that of the dominant currently working you over and taking from you want he wanted...of being able to give him what he desired? That had her heart racing in ways she couldn't explain. At his teasingly asking if she was a quiet one had the blush on her cheeks furthering to stain her neck as she felt her legs begin to go lax under the strength of his touch if only for a moment. Her free hand not clinging to her drink came down to circle the wrist of his own as his fingers slipped up further, though she wasn't pushing him away despite how her sensibilities screamed at her to do so, instead? She felt herself merely hold on tightly, short nails biting gently into the skin of his forearm. Claire's lips parted as she sucked in a quick breath to try and steady herself even as he continued to speak, the bold question at the end leaving her uncertain how to answer. She had to look away from the couple on the dancefloor, finding herself slightly overwhelmed as her eyes darted almost subconsciously to the booths along the wall that were curtained off though you could clearly hear the moans of pleasure within. She wracked her mind for anything to say, some sarcastic remark or idle brush off as Claire had used all night with success on others. Something to throw Matthew off his game though he didn't strike her as the type to be so easily diverted once something had caught his attentions. Her words never came, though, feeling as though her voice was caught in her throat, her mind left reeling, though Claire pulled back from his mouth enough for her eyes to rise and meet his. Are you implying I participate with you, then? She asked when she finally found the ability to speak, though the words didn't come out as strong as she intended, instead falling into a more breathless category as she worried the soft swell of her bottom lip between her teeth.