“This is a bust,” the man said as he walked through the rest of the ultimately lame convention. So much for ,”dfo comes to a place near you”. For a game with such a vast player base, there seemed to be about ten people there and only one of them was female, or at least was cosplaying as a female. The man passed several sad displays and eventually came to a small WiFi oasis populated by several disappointed men like himself and a Starbucks.
He sat down with a sigh. He ordered some overpriced Starbucks, something just because why not, and after, sipped it in defeat. He had left his laptop at home which proved to only be yet another mistake, unlike the other, disappointed guys dressed as some character from the game he wasn't even able to play; the thing he had come here to see.
Sipping on something that wasn't really coffee anymore, he started to fiddle with his costume. He had tried so hard on the male fighter costume he had on. He attempted the details and even brought himself to attempt to get into better shape. He was to the point where it wasn't anything to be embraced about.
“Hiya,” a sweet voice said from next to him. He turned and almost snorted “coffee” from his nose. Apparently there was a female at the convention and there she was, right next to him, and the most beautiful gunner he had ever seen.
“Hi,” he said, hardly able to speak, his eyes were swimming a bit. It hardly seemed real. She laughed, but more of giggled before she slowly bit her lip. He could only nod as if he agreed with her that it was funny. He just couldn't believe a real woman was speaking to him, with her own free will.
“I'm not sure why, but I like you,” she said blowing his mind before he kind of laughed, maybe choked a bit, he didn't know. He didn't know anything anymore,  except that all of the other guys slowly rose their eyes from their laptops in simultaneous jealousy, like a wave of envious confusion. He was confused too, he wasn't about to let that change anything, though, especially when she took his hand and led him away towards the probably perfectly private alleyway beyond the blessed, red glow of the words exit. In all seriousness, it was a possibility that he might be in the process of some kind of murder plot or advanced mugging technique, but he didn't care, he was going to die a happy man.
As the door swung open to the back alley and all of its glory, the man hardly had a second to breathe before he lost all of his breath. In a moment of gracefulness worthy of a divine goddess, the gunner woman had him against the door, her lips on his, gentle yet present pressure keeping him in place without an ounce of pain. Her hands eased their way to his wrist and moved them slowly so they were above his head. He opened his eyes, not sure which way the world was spinning and was greeted by fuchsia eyes opened to a half lid looking back at him like pink embers, he could have sworn her eyes weren't bright pink. He also could have sworn that none of this was actually happening, of all the things he could have been thinking of in those moments, he wasn't exactly sure why it was the eyes that caught his attention.
His eyes weren't open for more than mere moments though as the gunner woman went back for more. She caught him by the lip and ever so carefully pulled him towards her, beckoning him to her. He whimpered in response helpless to the woman who now had him by his lower lip. It wasn't for long, though, like the flow of a melody, she went smoothly from caressing his lips to stroking the inside of his mouth with her tongue. She tenderly went over his teeth before continuing down deeper into his mouth and then bringing her tongue across the roof of his mouth.
During the fit of passion, the man moved his hands to the woman's neck breaking her grasp on him momentarily. He caressed the curvature of her neck moving to her waist and stopping as his hands rested on her hips.
She looked up at him, eyes still bright, pink embers under a half lid. Her mouth now taking the short leave from his, curved into a slight smile filled with the same mischievousness as her eyes.
“Behave,” she said, the tone of her voice conveying a meaning more akin to the opposite. In a moment somewhere between complete bravery or utter stupidity he opened his mouth.
“What will you do if I don't?” he asked sheepishly as he gazed at her hardly believing his own words. She leaned in close, grabbing his wrist as she did so. Getting ever so close to his ear, she touched it with the very tip of her lips.
“I'll make you,” she whispered as she put his hands back in place receiving another whimper in return. She hesitated a second before moving down from the center of his ear to his earlobe. She sucked on it gently before giving it a prolonged tug.
She moved back from his face for a second and then gave him another short look into his eyes. A million thoughts seemed to be racing behind the pink glow. With ease she moved his hands from above to her neck again, only something was off. Instead of the feel of warm flesh it seemed different. It seemed cooler to touch, smoother and as her hands moved his a little lower he felt something that caused him to look up for a moment, more out of a questioning curiosity than anything else.
His hands felt what was almost a line, as he looked up he was greeted by the same, mischievous smile only slightly widened with excitement. With a single movement, his hands went under the crease like line and he felt warm as the cool different feeling was no longer what he felt. As his hands slid further he soon realized what it was, or at least what it could be.
She stopped him and pulled his hands out from underneath. With one hand she put his hands, held by the wrists, back to over his head. With the other she put her hand underneath the cool, strange feeling skin. She moved her hands toward the back and pulled, her features distorted and stretched strangely. She whipped off the mask in a single motion and she shook out a head of bright pink hair.
The locks bounced into an organized mess and in an instant, he could tell what was underneath. From the bright pink eyes, he would have guessed it, the encounter couldn’t have been anything less than out of the ordinary.
“How's this little magic trick for ya?” she asked, now with the face of the mage. He could only whimper in response.
“Hope you liked it, cause I like you, I just might find you again some other time,” she leaned in and whispered to him. She then reached out her tongue and stroked the inside of his ear. He could have sworn his eyes rolled back into his head.
She went back away from his ear, glancing to his lips before going straight back to kissing him. She grabbed his lip pulling him close before releasing his wrists and grabbing his waist. Their bodies seemed to be only separated by clothing at that point as they embraced.
With a few more kisses and another moment of her tongue exploring his mouth, she was gone as quickly as she had left.  That was only the first encounter with the mysterious woman he had; there were bound to be much more, the likelihood of each meeting as likely to happen anywhere at any moment. Any woman on the street could have been her, so he waited until the next time.
Several days later
He looked at himself in the mirror admiring his fresh shave and the now seemingly chronic pleasant surprise the mysterious woman had left behind in his cool grey eyes. It seemed as though ages, decades had passed since his surprise encounter with a woman that now captivated him.Yet it also seemed to have happened mere moments ago the pressure of her smooth lips still a phantom feeling lingering against his. He was caught in a paradox of a paradise longing for her yet feeling her just on the verge of his skin like a ghost in his shadow.
Looking back once more he watched himself through the reflection making sure that the woman was not actually there. He couldn’t deny his disappointment when she wasn’t, still he was sure he would see her soon. Tonight was the night of a Halloween party at the local park, and he was sure if he was truly meant to see the girl again it would be at that party.
He looked at the clock as he hurried by. The shower was taken care of yet he still had to finish getting dressed. He hadn't put so much effort into costumes since he was still trick or treating. He hoped the effort though would win over the woman's affections, he could almost feel that it would.
The mask she had worn of the gunner. The realness of the beautifully blond hair, the features, her every expression had become absolutely captivating. The obsession he had grown over the wonder of the costume itself was consuming. Based on the sheer quality of her every detail he could only assume she would appreciate his own efforts, so an effort he made.
He had scoured several stores and his own imagination to little avail, though. Sure it was a step up from 404 costume not found tee shirts of years past, but nothing spectacular like her. He carefully placed self-adhesive fangs into place and made sure his Victorian-esque formal wear wasn't looking too dorky before he finally felt ready enough to venture forth.
His heart beat a mile a minute the ticking of his clock pounded into his ears. His throat was dry as he made his first step out of the door. He was barely able to lock his house door through the shaking. The pounding was hardly tolerable.
Walking to the park, too wary of his own condition to drive, he felt the anxiety. Grasping at his slicked back black hair he questioned if he would actually see her if he would know her if he did. He almost joked to himself that if a woman acknowledged his existence that it would unquestionably be her, she was the first after all. You don't get struck by lightning twice.
Entering the all out pandemonium of the crowd he stuck out like a sore thumb. There weren't that many people traveling alone. Most were families with a few kids in tow, others were unruly teenagers probably too old to actually be there. A man in his twenties without even a girl on his arm, he was borderline strange. At least, he wasn’t as strange as the few single adults just wandering about. Still though he just wasn’t sure.
Time seemed still trapped in the paradox of seconds lasting eternities and eternities within only seconds. Dizziness was taking him just a bit and soon he sat down somewhere near an “it's never too late” pumpkin patch populated by a few sad orbs that might have been more resembling pitiful squash. He sighed a bit as he looked at the two-inch wannabe jack o'lanterns and figured maybe bringing one home would be the best he was going to get. As the night wore on he became only more downhearted the dizzying a relative nuisance rather than a complete problem. The crowd thinning closer to a population solely of teenagers and adults without kids he finally rose from his place and stumbled in defeat to get a less than intimidating gourd.
The pumpkin patch didn’t even have an attendant anymore, just a few of the “pumpkins” that were left behind in the grass. He picked one up. It was a sad little thing, somewhere between the color of lemon yellow and rot orange. It was perfect.
“I thought you wouldn’t show,” a sweet voice said from behind him. It was a seraph's choir echoing down from heaven’s golden gates. He choked not even able to turn around. His whole body seemed to be frozen in absolute joy and anticipation.
“I thought you weren’t going to show,” his voice cracking and breaking like a thirteen-year old’s. Her arms came around him without warning wrapping him up in an embrace like warmth on a cold day. He looked down seeing long black gloves covered all that he could see. Her fingers were laced together interwoven like a fine fabric.
“Well now that I’m here, why don’t you follow me?” she whispered to him from behind before releasing him and grabbing his hand. He recognized her costume, it was a Halloween staple. Green and black stockings mostly covered by black leather over the knee boots were held up by straps that appeared to be from a garter belt. A shorter black skirt was full and lacey above that, it managed to be just short enough to be sexy while more than long enough to be tasteful. It was like magic, the whole thing was magic.
By the time he looked up he was astounded by cyan blue locks under a wide-brimmed black witch’s hat. Equally bright blue eyes marveled at him from under a half lid with wings did they may have matched the ones that must have once been on her back. Perhaps the long black cape was hiding them after all, angels must have wings.
“You’re,” he stumbled out unable to get over his own words. He wasn’t sure words could justify what he was thinking, feeling. She raised a single eyebrow at him, her growing smile more mischievous than memory served. He couldn’t help but feel memory did her no justice. He attempted to say something, anything. She raised her gloved hand and with its soft tip she brushed against the tops of his lips.
“No need to talk,” she whispered keeping one finger on his lips as if to shush him. “Just follow,” she said grabbing one of his limp and nearly useless arms and leading him away. He couldn’t feel his face, his legs as they moved below him, he could feel his hand, however. His hand felt amazing. He was somewhere between paradise and heaven and didn’t care beyond that.
She lead him away from the dissipating crowd and deeper into the park. The whole thing was slightly wooded and even had a river running through it with a nice bridge. It was on the way to the bridge that she lead him on the path and off towards the more secluded off beaten way into where the trees hid all and whispered their secrets on the wind.
His mind raced at the suggestion, the area was secluded and private as a hotel room at times, or at least, that was what his friends always said. Not many people knew that there was a small patio area under an awning forgotten to all but a select few horny teenagers. For the first time since laying eyes on the woman he wondered if she actually was a complete stranger, the thought sent his systems almost into shock.
As they moved down the unkept path traveling downhill a bit she picked up the pace and started to laugh. In the near silence, her laugh echoing against the trees felt like an orchestra pit, accept as beautiful as an angel choir. He felt himself laugh too as he tried to match her.
“Slow down,” he half chuckled unsure of himself, still curious in his mind at the question that seemed to grow by the second. He knew almost nothing about the woman except his electric draw to her and his excitement at her presence in his life. She looked back and smirked her grin almost appearing fanged.
“Make me,” she said in a way that he could only sigh to in response. He picked up his pace, possibly sprinting for the first time in years. The darkness growing with the night made her slowly disappear into the shadows. By the time he got to the awning he no longer knew where she was when he went to call out he realized he didn’t even know her name. Initial worry quickly subsided as a new yet familiar touch wrapped around his waist.
“What took you so long?” she whispered to his ear from behind before reaching out with her tongue outlining the ear before suckling the earlobe. With a sigh, she pulled the earlobe to her nibbling it ever so gently. As he turned his arms attempted to wrap around her, as almost expected though she had him by the wrist leading him towards an unknown somewhere behind him. She kept him from turn making him walk backward slowly. With a gentle guiding pressure, she sat him on a bench and got on top of him.
 He could feel himself starting to get aroused or perhaps he only noticed now as she sat in his lap her legs around him. In the dimmed if not absent light he could still see the bright of her white fanged smile as she faced him beaming. Her hand still grasping his wrists she put them against each side sprawled out like figure on a cross. He could only whimper as she came and began to at first gently and then with increasing pressure kiss his lips before trailing down to his neck. She only gave a slight pause before she carefully bites at his neck sucking as she pulled slightly at the skin.
He felt a twinge within him that was as unfamiliar to him as the current situation and he hesitated. Pulling away a moment she looked at him becoming more visible as his eyes adjusted to the gloom of the night.  He could see the questioning look on her face and it felt like his ability to speak left him as he attempted to answer
“Are you- I mean can I?” he stumbled out quiet as a church mouse. She seemed to understand though as she slowly rose his hands to her neck. She then let go and grabbed her hat only giving a moment contemplation before placing it on him.
He couldn't care less about the hat though, a new urge, desire filled him. With as much intent curiosity as a child, he examined the line that captivated him. Running his hands from the back he came around and slowly cupped his hands to each side of her cheeks. Gently he pulled the mask away from what was really distorting the whole disguise until it was extended unnaturally, sexily. It stretched from the real thing, or at least what could have been the real thing.
The holes around the eyes pulled forward, the lips coming away from what was beneath. He reached forward and gently touched his own lips to the mask pulling a little more. She sighed ever so slightly the breath coming from the mouth opening and leaving a slight warmth where it found him. He pulled a bit more and reached forward with his tongue outlining the inside of the mask the rubber feeling of it unique to his tongue.
She gently pushed him back for a moment and gave her signature look from under her half open eyelids her eyes a crystalline blue. The smile after assured it and she grabbed his hand and engulfed them under the front of her mask. He felt a great urge as he whimpered basking in the new feelings he had.
“Can I?” he asked sheepishly, her only response was to smile and wait. He could only guess to begin to slowly bring it off her head. The openings pulled ever so slightly as he lifted it off from beneath, once he brought it up far enough she whipped it off with a single motion of her own hand.
Black hair became visible as it was released from beneath and shook out. She held the mask by the cyan blue hair, the openings now hollow with only darkness filling them sagged ever so slightly. He sighed and leaned forward to kiss her but was stopped as her free hand raised and two fingers gently touched his lips.
“Not yet,” she sighed out barely audible. He closed his eyes leaning back as she began to trace the outline of his lips. The fingers came down on the fringe of not touching him at all, but still lingering on the verge of his ability to feel dancing their way down his neck and finally to the top of his chest. With a moment and a flick of her wrist she released one of his button from its hold on his shirt.
“Stop,” he whimpered to her. She looked at him and leaned in close to his ear.
“Make me,” she said before nibbling his earlobe pulling on it slightly as she moved down to the next button.
He opened his eyes, urges only getting stronger as for the first time his rational mind kicked in and started nagging him. He wasn't sure he wanted to keep going, he didn't have experience with him or anything else for that matter. Still the voice of reason was easily lost within the most voluminous urge that had a more primitive instinct start its time for kicking in.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the mask. It was still held, only now by a slightly tighter grip. The distorted face had a few lines within it and the openings gapped in their own way absent of something to cover. He felt a moan escape his lips, his eyes might have been rolling into the back of his head.
She paused for a moment and sighed into his ear her breath a second of warmth in the cool of the night. She pulled back so she was sitting in his lap in full view. She then put the mask beside him and with both, her hands reached to the back of her neck.
With a fluid movement, she pulled down and her skin became lax and came away revealing something underneath. She brought one of her hands to her lips and pulled at the gloved fingers. She pulled her arm away from the fake skin and revealed her arm and skin covered by a second black glove underneath. The second skin hung limp and it wrinkled and as her other hand came up and the second arm was revealed the skin fell around her waist.
She was wearing a black turtleneck the clung tight to her body. Along with the black hair and her beautiful eyes, he had a moment of recognition. She was dressed as Mavis from the kids movie, except that the black gloves were like opera gloves, all the way up to the middle of her upper arm. She got up for a moment and let the rest of the skin fall to her ankles. She wore red and black striped tights and black leather boots that went over her knees.
She immediately got back on his lap. She gave her smile, wide and almost naughty. He couldn't even move anymore. It was like he was in heaven. He opened his mouth, she put a gloved finger to his lips.
“ Don't speak yet,” she whispered to him giving a little pause in between each word, hinting at him to defy her. Her words always seemed to imply an opposite meaning. He paused a moment and looked up at her.
“What's your name?” he asked  barely a whisper. She paused for a second and then leaned in.
“You first,” she whispered to his ear.
“Aaron,” he breathed out and could feel her smile on his ear.
“Just call me mistress,” she said as his every fiber of his being went into a wave of passion. “ I might tell you more next time,” she whispered on hushed lips as she leaned in and half kissed him as present as a breath of air.
And with that she left him for the night refusing him to walk her home, staying as much of a mystery as she had been before. The only difference being the next day a single black lily was left on his door with a note signed with scrawling black ink.
  Dearest Aaron,
I'll see you soon.
  Your Mistress
On the back of the note was directions to a masquerade dance that was going to happen in about two days. He walked back inside of his house and set the note down by the little pumpkin he had absentmindedly brought home. He was going to need a mask.
Two days later
He could hardly sleep without a thought of her, the woman he knew only as mistress. He had slowly come to realize he wasn't even sure what she actually looked like. He wasn't sure he cared too much, she was a woman of disguise. He could only fantasize about what she would look like this evening. He was still working on the finishing touches for his own costume, reminiscent of a black crow he was finishing details himself.
The masquerade was a relatively private event. It had no web presence. It was like it didn't even exist. The directions were exact though and lead to a private property way up in the mountains. It wasn't too far from the University he worked at, though, it would be a nice drive.
He only needs a few more details. He was clean and dressed, and even found a black feathered cape. He only needed to finish the gold and silver trim in his plague doctor like mask.
Within minutes of careful stitching, he was ready to go. Other matters would have to wait until later. He could already feel that he would meet this woman who had come into his life stealing his every thought and affection. He took off and locked the door to his home before taking off onto the road, google maps at the ready.
The way was windy. It soon left away from the proximity of campus. Then minutes later from the proximity of most light. The wilderness crept in and made the way more intimidating. The signal held through the way through. He at the end approached a black metal gate, tall, and imperial looking. It was guarded by a pad awaiting a guests identification.
He drove up and rolled down his window before stretching his neck out to look. The stillness of the night greeted him with a slight chill. He then heard a tone sound and a monotone voice.
“Good evening sir, would you happen to have an invitation?”
He paused for a moment. He wasn't sure, the only thing he could think of would have been the letter. He had left it at home.
His whole body went cold. He wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't have come all this way, couldn't blow her off. He would rather walk back and get that piece of paper himself than leave in dismay.
Then he heard the click, click, clicking from over the other end. The approaching of high heel clad footsteps on some sort of tile.
“One second sir,” the monotone voice of the person over the intercom said before the tone died. He couldn't hear the other end now. He wasn't sure if they could hear him.
He slouched back in failure. He couldn't believe it. What would happen if he didn't meet her here? Would he be back to his job, back to his empty house? He didn't even have a cat, a goldfish. He had forgotten how barren and empty his life was. It's like he woke up to a bright future only to see it fade away from him.
the intercom came back on, his heart skipped a beat. He awaited the voice to ask in its monotone tone for him to leave, possibly finishing up by calling him Wesley.
“Go ahead sir,” the voice said as the gates opened automatically. He kind of froze for a moment, his mind was not quite processing what had occurred. He couldn't help but feel, could that have been her? He waited a moment and then got his body to move. He pushed the gas and drove onward.
Twenty minutes into the winding way he passed yet another dull curb in the way. He was nervous, uneasy but possibly more so from anticipation rather than anxiety. Like a firefly at night, there was a glimmering up the way that caught his attention. It only grew as he came closer and closer.
As he was nearing the thought dawned on him on how large the light actually was. A manor built into the side of the mountains face was what he was seeing. It was hidden, faced away so it couldn't be seen by anyway aside from those who came up the very path he was on.
Once he was to the manor a chauffeur approached and as he stepped out the man simply looked at him.
“Right up that way sir, the people at the door will show you in. Your vehicle will be here when you need it,” the chauffeur said easing his way into the car. Aaron just stood there for a moment before finally starting off to the manor doors.
The grandeur was astounding. It felt almost other worldly and dream like. The people standing guard at the door were dressed finely and wore masks themselves, even the chauffeur was wearing a mask if he remembered right.
Both of the guards stood at ready he looked at them both and they moved from the spot where they stood and opened the grand doors. Although there were stairs to go up to each side a man standing guard on the inside pointed him to a grand staircase pointing down leading into the mountain.
The whole room echoed and was built more ornate than the finest the older world had to offer. Things were hand crafted, hand placed and all with a little extra love. The inside looked like a king's most precious treasure. He shrunk in on himself as he went down the stairs. Everything was as perfect as the woman, yet not quite there.
The lights dimmed as he descended until only the glow of various wall torched was all that lit the way. The torches themselves changed their color on a shifting scale like a lazily spinning color wheel. The fake torches only enhanced everything about the night, more dream than reality.
When he reached the end of the downward steps he saw what he had been invited to. He came onto a balcony that overlooked a vast cavern in the shape of a large ballroom. Around two hundred people danced below wearing finery fit for nobility. Each man and woman had on a unique mask. Some were minimal while others seemed to be immense covering the entire head.
Music seemed to come in gently on all sides. A waltz seemingly aged yet perfectly suited played before fading into Moonlight Sonata. The melody was as smooth and pure as if it was being played in person by an orchestra.
He wandered down one of the twin stairways that lead to the floor of the room. He was assaulted by aromas fit to a feast. It was tantalizing to the nose, strong enough so that he could taste the most decadent foods he had ever had. When he reached the end of the stairs he knew why.
Under the balcony he had entered the room from was a spread of tables each with a buffet of food. He could see everything from fresh fruits and veggies set out in decorative cut displays to bounties of seafood. There were tables dedicated solely to cuts of meat served in a variety as mundane as chicken and as exotic as caribou. He walked over light headed and ended up leaving with only a breadstick.
He looked down at the breadstick and realized a slight problem. He looked around curiously to figure out a solution. He soon realized that the few people that were eating had on only masks that covered the eyes and little else.
He slide the breadstick under his mask and melted from a satisfaction only heavenly food could supply. His body tingled with warmth as he found an unoccupied table and sat watching the graceful elegance of the masked dancers. He felt a slight feeling on his shoulder and almost died of anticipation before he turned around.
“Forgot something?” a familiar voice hummed to him before putting the invitation in front of him. It was the same one he had left at home he would almost swear it.
“How did you?” he stammered a bit looking yet hesitating to completely turn around. He only saw her hand gloved in black satin with small bows at the wrists making it look a bit like a short glove over a long one. He sighed as he felt his body begin to tingle at the end of its nerves.
“I have my ways,” she whispered to the ear opposite the way he was looking. His eyes fluttered shut. He could feel her hand upon his lips. The soft gloves tracing slowly over the skin of his cheek caressing it slowly as he felt the top of his head meet gentle lips. He could only sigh.
Within seconds, she moved around and sat next to him. He turned to see her in a sea foam teal dress that ended a bit below the knee. It had a sweetheart neckline and was complimented by long black opera gloves. Striped tights could just be seen retreating into the dress mostly cover up by thigh high black leather boots. She took one leg and rubbed it against the side of his leg just barely touching it.
“Let's dance,” she said taking him by the hand whisking him off his feet. He clamored up haphazardly following after her dragged by her strong grip. Before he knew it she was leading him on the dance floor to a waltz, one two three, one two three, and so on.
He swallowed dry. He hadn't really danced before, or had anyone to dance with. He could feel the burning of blush on his cheek, he was thankful that the cheeks themselves were covered. He could tell that she knew though. It was obvious she knew even as she switched on him and made it so he lead.
With not half the grace of her, he leads, twirling her and leading as they merged into the crowd of the other dancers. He could see the wonder of the costumes. Most were dressed like royalty with beautiful jewelry on every woman and extraordinary dresses of every shade of the rainbow. The men were dressed to the nines with a suave formal wear ranging from modern to that of old princes or kings.
The music was rich and soon he moved with simple grace without having to deeply think about what he was doing. He instead fell into her eyes, cyan pools as bright as neon. They were gorgeous. When he managed to take his eyes away he saw her hair turquoise short ending a bit above a pure black choker.
“Why would you invite me?” he said tight throat barely making a sound. He looked for the first time at her mask. It was gorgeous, almost as much as she always was. It blended teal and a varying variety of blues together starting lightest around her face before spanning out ending in rich blue. It almost looked like layer feathers made up the majority of it and appeared reminiscent of a songbird. Her cheeks were rosy and a soft pink. He marveled at it as it drew his attention.
“I thought I already told you why ” she whispered to him letting him glide them across the dance floor.
“I'm not sure if you did,” he half asked feeling disbelief on his face.
“Oh yeah?” she asked playfully, “ You fascinate me, have I not said this time and time again with my word and actions?” she finished getting a tone in her voice that sent shivers throughout his spine as his eyes fluttered shut. It was the best kind of being played with and he took pleasure in it more and more every day that passed.
He twirled her gently and slightly dipped her unlike the many dancing around them. As he held her, holding her up in a way so she wouldn’t lose balance yet was still dipped, he could see the way her eyes lit up. They sparkled with a simple kind of happiness.
“Behave,” she half whispered to his ear as she raised herself back up. He could hear the smile that had to have been on her face. “ Or I'll have to make you,”
His cheeks flushed brighter than before as his whole body reacted in a way that let a whimper ever so softly escape his lips. He couldn't help what happened next as a they continued the dance.
“How?” he whispered, whimpered back to her. He couldn't believe the words as he was saying them. Couldn't believe he had dared to try her. She simply leaned back and smiled showing bright teeth ended at fangs in the corners.
“A mistress has her ways,” she said her eyelids slightly lowered covering part of the now flickering blue neon flames beneath. She held tight his hand in her embrace and started to lead him away from the dance floor off towards the buffet. He only followed unable to not. He was hers now for whatever she desired him for.
She didn't stop at the buffet. With a soft grace, she weaved in and out of the crowd and through a small gap in the tables. She smiled as she pulled him towards facing him as she approached the wall. Just as he became confused as to where she was going, the wall gave way to her. It was no more than a curtain.
She led him through by the hand and once they were back through the curtain was again appearing no more than a wall. He stood for a few seconds dumbfounded. He had not seen such well-made curtains before that they could appear like a false wall. He could feel as his hand was tugged on and like a child he gave little resistance.
She led him through a tunnel, guided by gentle blue lights that cast a cyan glow on all around them. There was only the gentle hum of some unknown device and the muffled clicking of the mistress heels on the floor. He gazed all around, the tunnel was far from claustrophobic with a good amount of room and vaulted ceilings.
“Is it, is it much farther mistress?” he questioned amazed at how much he sounded like a child. He stuttered and spoke like a mouse. He felt like a child to a strict parent, unsure yet not unsafe.
She turned her head and smiled at him. She looked amused, yet there was a hint of something more behind her eyes. There was almost a hunger, a deep desire in the way she looked at him. It danced about and flickered teasingly in her eyes. He wasn't sure whether to feel like a great treasure or prey.
“Not very much, hush now my,” she paused for a second still walking,”my good little boy,” she had such an alluring shift in tone he felt his whole body shake with a moment of excitement. He wanted to feel her lips on his, her body on his, her- he stopped himself. He could feel how his body longed for hers and he wasn't helping his case.
He only whimpered a bit in response. It was all he should do, all he could do… until a thought crossed his mind.
“Yes mistress,” he whispered sheepishly. He felt his heart begin to quicken in anxiety. He was unsure whether he had done the wrong thing by responding. He was about to start to succumb to silent unease she turned and smiled a fanged grin.
“Very good, my good little boy,” the mistress hummed to him. He felt good, very good. He felt happiness previously unknown to him from getting the mistresses approval. That's what it was. Her approval was undeniably one of the great reasons he felt the happiness, or perhaps it was her voice, her face that sent his mind into a pleasurable frenzy.