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Excerpt: <\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019d been inside Bash\u2019s mansion enough times to know where he was taking me, even blindfolded. Through the front door, across the foyer, up the never-ending staircase. Walking down the hallway, I heard muffled sounds, as though there were people coupled up and already behind closed doors, and the further Bash took me, the louder the voices became. But there were no discernable words\u2014it was more the breathless cries of men giving and receiving pleasure, and it made me hard as a fucking rock.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cSounds like the party started without me,\u201d I said, a smile tipping my lips.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNot where you\u2019re going,\u201d he replied. I heard the sound of a handle being pressed down, felt the soft rush of air as a door opened and I was led inside, and then the click of the door shutting behind us. Whatever room he\u2019d led me to was dead silent. We were alone.<\/span><\/p>\n Bash tapped the side of my blindfold lightly.\u201cYou\u2019ll keep this on until you get inside,\u201d he said, keeping his voice low, as though he didn\u2019t want anyone to hear him.<\/span><\/p>\n Ah, so I\u2019d be going through yet another door. I wondered at all of this secrecy, since usually these parties were informal, and if we wanted to wander off with someone, we did. Eyes wide open and lights on.<\/span><\/p>\n But I trusted Bash with my life and knew him well enough to know that he had to have a good reason for doing this the way he was. So I didn\u2019t think twice when I heard a second door open, felt his gentle hand on my back guiding me forward, and then heard him say with a smile in his voice,\u201cEnjoy,my friends.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Then he was gone, and yet I was not alone.<\/span><\/p>\n I removed the blindfold, but I needn\u2019t have bothered. The room was pitch black. Not a window, not a crack of light coming through the door. I couldn\u2019t see a thing, but I could feel another\u2019s presence, sure as if they were standing beside me. I waited for them to speak, but the silence lingered on. They didn\u2019t say a word, and they didn\u2019t move, though they had to know I\u2019d arrived.<\/span><\/p>\n This must be part of the game,<\/span><\/i>I thought. For whatever reason, we weren\u2019t allowed to see each other, and I\u2019d venture a guess that speaking was out of the question as well. Something told me there was more at play here than darkness simply heightening our awareness and setting the mood, and that had a shiver running down my spine.<\/span><\/p>\n If it\u2019s a game they want, it\u2019s a game they\u2019ll get.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n Opening my senses, I stood perfectly still and waited until I got a hint of where the man waiting for me was. My rapidly pounding heart was all I could hear for a long moment until a faint sound, maybe a quiet exhale, sounded to my right, and I stalked in that direction slowly, letting my prey hear me coming. Would he run and make me chase him? Or did he want me to find him waiting?<\/span><\/p>\n With my hands slightly in front of me, I moved forward until my fingertips grazed against smooth material cut with a cold and jagged line that ran vertically\u2014a zipper. The smell of leather filled my nose as I slid my hands up the man\u2019s jacket. He didn\u2019t move, but I could hear his shuddering breath as I reached his shoulders and slipped my hands beneath the leather to feel the naked, tensed muscles there. He was maybe three or four inches shorter than me, and as I pushed the jacket down, I realized he wasn\u2019t wearing anything underneath. No shirt. Nothing to cover the solid muscle of his strong arms and chest.<\/span><\/p>\n The leather fell to the ground, and then the man reached for me, his hands skimming up my arms, my shoulders, my neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. There was something so tantalizing about a stranger touching me, wanting from me, as we stood toe to toe in the unlit room. I could see how the mystery of it all would make someone shy feel more bold and empowered, though that had never been something I struggled with. I had no problem telling someone what I wanted and when, which meant tonight\u2019s clandestine activities were tailored for the man currently caressing my body\u2014but it\u2019d sure as hell be a fun, sexy pursuit for me.<\/span><\/p>\n When his rough fingers reached my lips, I grabbed his wrist and held him there. Then I kissed the tips and sucked his pointer and middle fingers deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him, and his gasp hit my ears.<\/span><\/p>\n The sound was so erotic, the salty taste of his skin so heady on my tongue, that I had to palm my already-up-and-ready-to-go dick to calm it the hell down. As if he sensed my arousal, he pulled his fingers from my mouth and punched his hips forward. I let out a throaty groan at the contact. His erection matched my own, though more constricted through the tight fit of his jeans.<\/span><\/p>\n Thirsty for more, I grabbed his trim waist and let my hands fall to his backside. His shoulders were against a wall, and with his ass firmly in my grasp, I held his hips against me, rubbing myself off on the bulge rocking against my own. All the while, his fingers deftly unfastened the buttons of my vest, and then he pulled loose my shirt and began removing those as well. My chest heaved as he pushed my jacket, shirt, and vest off in one go, and I kicked them away, not worried in the slightest about finding them later.<\/span><\/p>\n His touch made goosebumps break out on my naked flesh wherever he roamed. Down my neck and then my chest, where he pinched my nipples so hard that I cried out in painful pleasure and put my hands over his.<\/span><\/p>\n He froze, as if he\u2019d crossed an unspoken line. But if he\u2019d thought he\u2019d gone too far or that I was about to stop him, he was dead wrong. I guided our hands down together, over my trembling abs and then further, further, until we pushed beneath the waistband of my pants to my\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cFuuuck.\u201d His head fell back against the wall as the curse left his lips on an exhale.<\/span><\/p>\n In the dark, I smiled. He\u2019d broken the rules to his own game. 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