The room is quiet and dark. I'm standing where I was instructed to before the lights went out. Breath by breath, the anticipation of what is about to transpire mixes with my fear, my excitement and the desire arround me. Closing my eyes and taking deep breaths, I wait for what seems like an eternity, until I hear the click of a door.
My eyes open wide searching the darkness. His footsteps are slow and deliberate - moving around the room at the pace of a predator. Feeling rather like his prey, I spin around disorienting myself trying to place him in the dark room. I turn again as I hear a noise across the room. The footsteps begin again until I feel him right behind me.
"Are you ready, chéri?" he whispers into my ear.
His fingers lightly graze my arm, working his way to my shoulder. I'm positive that he can hear the pounding of my heart. As he pushes my hair to the side, my breaths turn into pants and my skin tingles where his lips press behind my ear.
"Ceci est votre dernière chance d'échapper à mon coeur," he says in a silky, authoritative – almost challenging tone.
"I'm ready." I replied.
And so it began.