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earrings to swing and I realized I’d forgotten to take off the matching pearl earrings to my necklace. I fingered the smooth orbs, drinking in the room. It really was beautiful, exuding a sense of safety and comfort. I sat on the edge of the chair beside the bed and anxiously kept my eyes on the door.
    I took a deep breath, brushing my hands down the silky material of my dress. Michelle had loaned me a black spaghetti strap dress with a scooped neck bodice that flowed softly around my thighs. I wondered again if I should remove it, but then thought against it. I imagined that he would be an expert at undressing women. It might be a sensual experience to have skillful fingers remove my clothing. Clinging to that thought, I allowed a fiery anticipation to simmer in my body and a thrill buzzed along my spine. I thought about some of the panty-wetting stories Michelle had told me about this place, and although I imagined they might have been somewhat embellished, I allowed my fantasy to take flight and soon a languid warmth was flowing between my thighs.
    Then the lights went out and the room was thrown into total darkness. Shit!
     
     
    I heard the breath shuttle from my lungs and tried to draw it back in. Instead, the soft rasping sound was consumed by the heavy darkness. I instinctively wanted to bolt to the door, but instead clutched the edge of the wooden chair and forced myself to calm. My gaze shifted around the room as my vision struggled to adjust to the darkness. A muffled sound caused my body to stiffen. I frowned, but hardly had time to dwell on it because the door opened and a large silhouette filled the doorway. My heart slammed against my ribs, thudding fast with pure adrenaline. The door closed suddenly and the room was again shrouded in darkness. Time grew lethargic and I held my breath. Oh, God… What the fuck was I doing? Had I lost my mind?
    Deafening silence poured into the dark room as the figure stood eerily still.
    “Is the darkness okay for you?” The voice was a purr that rolled over my skin, peppering it with goose bumps.
    My tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. I nodded and didn’t know how he knew, but I heard his steps draw closer. Thin moonlight filtered in through the window, defying the heavy drapery and offering a measly shadowing of objects in the room. I could feel my eyes splay wide, eager to get a visual of the figure moving towards me, but all I could see was a large murky blur defined with generous brushstrokes. The first thing I noticed was his scent, an earthly fragrance with a subtle hint of sandalwood that seeped into my senses. It was perfect for the room. Natural. Heady. I wondered if it was part of the fabricated atmosphere.
    A palm traced slowly down my cheek, and because I hadn’t expected it, I jumped back in the chair, startled. My skin still tingled from the gentle touch and I could feel my entire face heat. I swallowed hard, my breath now panting through my parted lips.
    “Relax, beautiful…” That voice again. A gravelly disembodied whisper. The sound made my nipples stretch.
    I laughed lightly at his words. “How do you know I’m beautiful? It’s pitch black in here. I could be a hideous troll for all you know.”
    And you could be too… I stifled the thought piggy-backing my words. Many women would consider Josh drop-dead gorgeous. And look where that had gotten me.
    A deep chuckle brushed over my skin, causing the hair to stand on end.
    “I know,” he whispered.
    I was about to ask him how, but was distracted by the knuckles trailing along my jaw and passing slowly down my neck. He turned his hand and the pads of his fingers rested lightly on my collar bone, the touch like an inferno on my skin. I didn’t know if it was the darkness that heightened my senses, but my skin seemed infinitely more sensitive than usual. Every stroke of his finger left an electric trail behind. He drew small circles, slowly widening the arc until they slipped beneath the