Fantasy
Written by: Willow
April 1999
 
***This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual events is unintentional.***
 
"Hello Azia," the dark-haired man who had opened the door, greeted her.
"Hello."
"How are you?" He motioned for her to enter and then shut the door quickly.
"I'm fine." With a nervous laugh, she looked around. The foyer was gorgeous, marble floor, vaulted ceilings. Everything spoke of elegance and wealth.
"Can I take your jacket?"
"Um, sure." She removed her coat, revealing a silk sheath of vibrant hibiscus red. The dress was barely there, no sleeves, v-necked, two inches above knee level, and it looked stunning on her. The fabric moved and breathed, with a life of its own. Clinging one instant and floating the next.
"Nice dress."
"Thanks," with a nervous hand she smoothed the front of the skirt down. "He sent it to me." By the end of the statement, JC could barely hear her.
"Azia, relax." Placing a finger under her chin he gently forced her to look at him. "Relax, okay." When she nodded, he continued. "Remember, this is just a fantasy. I wouldn't be going along if I thought someone was going to get hurt." With a rueful grin, he admitted, "I'm still not sure how I got roped into this whole charade, but here I am."
"You don't remember?" Azia teased. "I do. You failed to...."
"Okay, lets not go there."
"But JC" she replied, smiling now.
"No really, Azia, I remember." By now JC was blushing lightly. "Come on, I have not yet fulfilled my duties."
"Really?"
"Nope," this with an evil grin. "If Madame would follow me."
With that he walked up the cherry wood staircase, knowing that she would follow. Upon reaching the second floor, he turned left. Glancing behind to make sure she was still there, he stuck his tongue out at her. Azia giggled and continued to follow him silently. Now that the time was upon her, she was more than a little nervous.
"Who knew that a simple game would get me into such theatrical productions?"
Because she had stopped paying attention to J.C., she bumped into him.
"Oops, sorry!"
"No biggie," he replied. "Listen, I will be downstairs. If you need anything, ring the intercom. Please, please remember that there are some things I have no desire to see, so..."
"I think I can handle it from here, J.C. Thanks though, I'll call if we need anything." Azia looked at the door, took a deep breath, and reached out to open it.
"Azia, wait."
Looking over her shoulder at J.C., she raised an eyebrow in question.
"You really love him, don't you?"
"Yes, yes I do." She replied seriously. "Besides, all this dressup is fun, don't ya think?" With that and a big grin, she turned the handle, entered the room and gently shut the door behind her.
"Well, no, actually for me I don't think it is much fun." Walking back toward the staircase he continued his monologue. "Of course if I was waiting for her, then yeah, it would be fun!"
 
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    Shutting the door, Azia leaned against it and surveyed the room. It was huge. The king size bed dominated one wall but what was truly spectacular were the floor to ceiling windows. They ran the entire length of the room, and the sunset that they displayed was at this moment the only illumination. Slowly, Azia returned her gaze to the figure in the middle of the room. He was seated, in a comfy looking chair, his back to the windows. She knew he had heard her enter the room, but was silent, waiting for her to make the first move.
    Pushing away from the door, Azia crossed the tile floor towards him, her heels lightly clicking. She stopped in front of him and noted that the blindfold was secure. For a long moment she just looked her fill. He was wearing only boxers and they did little to hide the state of excitement that she and the game was arousing within him.
    Just wait sweetie, tonight is only going to get better.
    Softly she touched him. He drew in a startled breath and then grinned. She lightly rubbed her hands over his chest, barely touching him. There one instant and gone the next. Azia smiled and then stepped away from him. He followed her movements, listening intently, as she walked to the couch and sat taking off her shoes. She padded back towards him, but without her shoes he couldn't hear her move. Watching the light play with his blond curls, she imagined all the things she was going to do to him and how much both of them were going to enjoy it. She knew that if she could see his eyes they would be sparkling, that light baby blue, and filled with desire.
    Kneeling in front of his chair, she lightly blew on his nipple. Seeing the goose bumps that her action created, and hearing him groan with delight, Azia repeated her action. Adding a quick swipe of her moist tongue, just to torture him, she ran her hands up his legs, and then down again.
    "Azia, I...." Justin began.
    "Shhh," she silenced him with her words and her fingers, lightly against his lips. "Don't say anything," she commanded, and then giggled when he pulled her fingers into his mouth and began sucking on them. "Later," she promised while removing her fingers. "Now is just for you! Your fantasy, remember!"
    Justin nodded his head. Azia began again, softly running her hands over his chest. From his shoulders, to his fingers and back again. She lightly ran her nails across his nipples, watching him twitch from the sensation of pleasure-pain.
    "Oh Azia," Justin groaned, as she lightly scored his nipples again and ran her hands down to his abs, tracing little patterns there. "I want, ummmm" he stopped again, as she ran her tongue from his neck to his nipples.
    "Yes, Justin what is it you want?" She asked just before biting him lightly, in the spot where his shoulder met his neck, causing him to jump.
    "You. I want you...."
    "Ummm," she paused to lick and kiss her way up his neck. "What else do you want?" Her hands continued to tease him unmercifully. Moving in and out of his boxers, under the waistband, up the legs, never once touching that which ached for her touch.
    "Kiss me." He demanded on a sigh.
    "Your wish is my command," Azia whispered in his ear, just before nipping at the lobe in the way she knew that Justin loved.
    "Kiss me, Azia."
    Knowing that he couldn't see her, only feel what she was doing to him, she teased him a bit more. Softly she touched her mouth to the corner of his. When he turned into her, she moved away and kissed the other corner, in a whisper soft movement. Again Justin followed her, trying to deepen the kiss.  With a quick smile Azia satisfied them both by slanting her mouth over his. She groaned when he pushed his hands into her hair and thrust his tongue into her mouth. As their tongues dueled, she ran her hands down to his waistband once more.
    "No more teasing...." Justin groaned, as Azia rubbed herself against him sinuously.
    "We'll see," Azia replied, kissing him again. This time, her tongue found its way into Justin's mouth as she simultaneously rubbed his erection.
    "Oh god...." Justin ground out against her mouth as his hips moved in tandem with her hand.
    "Relax, baby." Azia whispered as she pulled away from him. "We've got all night."
    "Where..."
    "I'm right here. I just thought you would like to be a bit more comfortable. Okay?"
    "Sure," he replied with a grin, sure that he knew what was going to happen.
    Feeling Azia, touch his arm, Justin couldn't help but comment,
    "Ya know there is another part of me, that would like your attention!"
    "I'll get to that," Azia replied with a grin. Softly she cupped him, "It will just have to wait for a minute or two."
    "Wait, for what?"
    "For this..." With that she gently tied Justin's wrists to the arms of the chair, using the scarves that she had specifically brought with her.
    "What the...?" Justin questioned as he lightly tugged at the bonds.
    "Trust me, okay?" When he didn't respond, Azia reiterated "Trust me. This is part of the fantasy, remember?"
    With a smile and a final tug at the bonds Justin said "Okay."
    "Good," she breathed into his ear smoothly inserting her tongue into it. When he involuntarily lifted his hips, she yanked his boxers off. "Much better," she murmured approvingly.
    "Azia...."
    Whatever Justin was going to say was cut off when she bent down and lightly kissed his erection. With a soft sigh, Azia slipped her tongue around Justin. Her hand reached down and squeezed his balls as she bathed his cock, never once allowing him to enter her mouth.
    "Azia, oh god, don't stop." Justin plead, his head thrown back, straining against the bonds on his wrists. He quivered, whether from anticipation or pleasure, Azia couldn't be sure. "Please...." he groaned and moved his hips towards her.    
    Starting at the base, Azia ran her tongue up his shaft, still playing with his balls, and then pulled him into her mouth. Placing one hand on his thigh, she engulfed his cock in her warm, wet, mouth and began to suck.
    "Ohhhhhh....ummmmmmmm.......god," Justin moaned, moving his hips to the rhythm that she set.
    Looking up at Justin, Azia could see that he was getting close to losing it, so she picked up the pace. Running her hand up his shaft, she pulled away so that only the tip was in her mouth. Running her tongue around the head, Azia scraped her nails up the length.
    "Azia...." he nearly shouted, as his hips bucked and he lost control.
    Justin shook and groaned with his release, which Azia lapped up like a cat sampling cream. After the tremors subsided Justin relaxed back into the chair and Azia released his penis with a final soft kiss. Moving up his body, she kissed his abs and left a moist trail up his chest and neck to his mouth. Fitting her mouth to his, Azia thrust her tongue into his mouth, allowing Justin to taste her and himself. Slowly, not releasing his mouth from her kiss, Azia lifted the blindfold from his eyes and then broke off the kiss. Looking into his eyes, she smiled.
    "Wow...." Justin commented as he watched her. "How come you are still dressed?"
    "I was waiting for you to help me," she replied.
    "Well," he shrugged and then pulled at the scarves. "Help me" he requested. "Then I will help you," Justin finished, his eyes promising untold delights.
    "Your wish is my command."