(Arata)
After two drinks I slightly relaxed and that awkwardness lted away. Quickly I realised that he was a great talker with a unique sense of humour. He had a way to make everything about his companion and not about himself, although he wished to stay anonymous.
"So should I keep calling you ’Desperate Princess’ or will you give your na?" He snickered in amusent. There was a small hole in his mask and he used a straw to sip the wine, like juice.
"Arata!" I had no intention of eting him again and I was pretty sure he only had one-night stands so it was highly unlikely we would ever cross paths again. There was no reason to lie.
"Even your parents seem like ani fans," he throatily chuckled, placing the empty glass down. Arata was a na well-known in the circle of ani lovers.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Runs in the family." Picking up a square chocolate with a cashew nut on top, I popped it into my mouth, it lted releasing the sweet taste inside my cavity.
"So why Ken?" He asked in that rumbling voice which made my knees weak.
"He has so many personalities, he can be sweet and as well be savage when needed. Plus, he is a badass." I preferred anti-heroes and characters who were multi-dinsional.
"I have never t a girl, whose favourite character is Ken. Girls prefer Gojo and pretty guys," he thoughtfully answered. His bent fingers rested under his temple.
"Maybe, you haven’t t many girls," I winked, the alcohol was making bolder.
He chuckled again, his head thrown back. He made a sweeping movent of his hands towards his body.
"So what do you think? Did I do justice to your favourite character?"
I let my gaze glide all over his body and nodded in approval. I had never seen a more perfect cosplay than this. The blue light danced off his costu and I did wonder what lay underneath, the re thought made my insides scream in excitent.
"I like it, you brought him to life for ." Our eyes t again. That mask made my skin tingle, the deep-embedded desire to be owned by a masked man was awakening like an ungerminated seed and his hypnotic gaze was all the water it needed to take root and shoot out.
He extended his half-covered hand again.
"Co, let show you my world. A world of forbidden pleasures."
His guttural voice turned my insides, a shiver trickled down my spine. This ti I took it and let my fingers coil with his. His grip was strong as I had expected but not painful. He nudged and I left my seat, confidently sauntering over to him.
Grabbing my waist, he delicately settled on his right thigh.
Clean and fresh, he slled like a morning oceanic breeze with a hint of salt. His muscles under my bottom were like cords lded together but they weren’t uncomfortable to sit on. I looped my arms around his thick shoulders as my heart decided to increase its beats. Nervousness shackled my whole body and I tensed, unable to gaze into his eyes.
His right hand comfortably landed on my knee and gently rubbed it, the dress hiking up. The left hand remained on my back. His mouth landed on my ear and he whispered.
"Relax and enjoy."
I let out a breath and my body deflated as his hand slid up my knee and rubbed my thigh. The slight roughness of the leather against my smooth skin was arousing.
"I love your mask but can I take it off?" He leaned in and murmured against my neck, the small hole in his mask let his warm breath seep out and stroke my sensitive skin. The little hair on the back of my neck instantly stood up.
My eyes found his and I gave consent with a slow nod. His hand slid from my back and into my hair, his fingers combed through them as if enjoying their texture. The fingers pulled the ribbon and the mask slid down from my face and landed in my lap.
A hunger grew in his eyes as they drank in, his fingers slowly explored my cheeks, nose and then rested on my lips. The pad of his thumb slowly brushed against my lower plump one while his right hand slid between my thighs and rubbed the soft skin.
Shivers travelled through my system as his soft touches continued to explore .
"What a gorgeous woman you are," he murmured, his voice throaty and invoking. I shivered, and my cheeks and cores began to heat up. I wished to close my eyes and lt like ice in his arms, turning into water.
"How did you discover ?" He questioned in a hypnotic voice.
My mind was turning hazy. "Through a friend, I needed a distraction." My voice ca out utterly needy.
His hand slipped from my lips to my neck, he traced the arc between my face and shoulder blade with a sinful slowness and a tease which had liquid pooling into my panties.
Suddenly he grabbed my jaw and snatched my face to face him. The intensity in his eyes had multiplied tenfold as his other hand now brushed against my panties. My body involuntarily jerked in his hold at the sudden dominance both in his actions and voice.
"So tell , Arata, did I distract you?"
"Y...yes," my words fumbled, my chest tightened as my nipples peaked. I was sure my face was a strawberry now, more like a tomato because of my fluffy cheeks.
"Do you wish to be more distracted? Because I can certainly blow your mind, just give your consent." He held my face in a strong grip but it didn’t hurt, only aroused more.
Gulping I gave another nod but it took an effort because of how he held .
"Use that sweet mouth of yours...use your words..." he instructed but it was more like a command.
"Yes.... I give you consent. Distract with your body and claim for tonight," I blurted out, unable to look away.
"That’s more like it." His foot moved between mine and parted my legs, and his hand finally cupped my burning core. Strong and rewarding, his touch between my legs elicited a small moan from .
I couldn’t see what reactions his face carried but mine were certainly he was drinking up which ranged from embarrassnt to excitent.
"Before we play. There are certain rules..." His palm began to pump against my silkiness and my mouth opened, his other hand left my jaw and cupped my right breast, tracing his thumb directly over my itching nipple. They scread to be held to be tweaked and pinched.
"Rule number 1: Just say "Red" if you wish to stop at any mont."
He pressed my nipple and my body jolted as if he had given an electric current.
"Rule number 2: I will not reveal my face so you will have to wear a blindfold."
The roughness of his gloves I could feel rubbing against my softness and that was a feeling I had never experienced before.
"Rule number 3: If you want sothing to be done a certain way, just tell .
Now tell what your stance on sex toys is?"
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