firefly-flashes: “Where are we?” she asked nervously as he guided her to a seat, not removing the bl
firefly-flashes: “Where are we?” she asked nervously as he guided her to a seat, not removing the blindfold. “Guess,” he said. She took a deep breath, the smell of old books and lemony floor polish making her smile. “The library.” Her hands toyed with the skirt of her fancy gown. “Why?” “Because,” he said, his voice nearby, but far enough away to make her anxious. “Your shoulders have been driving me mad in that dress tonight. And don’t even get me started on those shoes…” He took and deep breath and she heard the faint creak of wood and leather, as he sank down in a chair opposite her. “Did you comply with my instructions tonight?” “Yes,” she whispered. “All of them?” “Yes,” she insisted, a blush creeping across her pale cheeks. “Then show me,” he demanded. “Spread your legs for me and show me what’s mine tonight…” -- source link