My body is a little woozy with alcohol, but the adrenaline offers enough stability to walk straight to my room. I grab the thinnest scarf I can find and head back to the living room.

Lucas doesn't say a word as I blindfold him. "Can you see anything?" I ask, tying the knot.

"No."

"Oops, I forgot to ask, do you want anything to drink?"

"No."

His mood makes me chuckle. "Also forgot to say, welcome to my apartment."

"Gee, thanks. Loving the tour."

"Right? I like to blindfold all my guests first."

"Great."

I kiss his pouty, angry lips. "No cheating, I'll take these blinds off in a couple of minutes."

"Okay. Hurry up."

I rush back to my room, nervous as hell. But, my competitive streak has taken control. I don't know how many drunk women Lucas has dropped off, but I will make sure he forgets them all.

Would it be so terrible if I take a quick shower? I calculate the minutes in my head and reason that it'll give me more confidence if I'm fresh. So I hop in. Two minutes. Done.

I put on the blue lace lingerie with nude heels that make my legs look long and lift my booty.

I beam at the blue robe I bought from Victoria's Secret, tying the string around my waist. Checking in the mirror, I tousle my curls for a messy, voluminous look and grab a lighter on my way out.

"Almost done." I sing as I pass by him. He's leaning on the couch with legs spread wide and hands on his lap. Perfectly still. Dangerously patient.

"Did you freaking shower?"

"Maybe... " I drawl, lighting the candles around the room. Finally my production knowledge can be used for something personal. I know exactly how to light a scene and where to position each one to create a dim glow.

The golden candle holders contrast against the cool tones of my blue outfit. I position some of them on the shelves of the wall, adding backlight to my shape. Then a few textured ones from the side, adding depth to my profile.

This guy is about to get the most cinematic, private, sultry dance of his life.

"Almost done..." I repeat, scrolling on my phone for a music choice. My heart is beating so fast, it's making me lightheaded. I take deep breaths, hoping my armpits don't sweat.

I'm not sure how this will play out, but I go with a playlist I've already created from my solo dances. I've been practicing in front of the mirror for years. Something about the control of it, the seductive spell of it, has always enticed me. And now I finally get to test it.

One of the sultry songs begins to play. I push the coffee table away, freeing Lucas's lap.

He sits absolutely still as I slowly approach and stand between his legs. Looking down at him, my body heats with dark warmth and my eyes feel heavy from our arousing scene.

I take his hands and guide them over the silk on my hips, teasing his imagination. Eyes on him, I lift his hands up my waist, my breath getting heavier when he passes the sides of my breasts. I take one hand up my throat and point his thumb against my lips.

I watch his mouth part as I open mine and lick the pad of his finger. His hand around my neck tenses. He tries to pull me on his lap, but I lift my heel on the cushion between his legs.

"I'm in control."

He releases a masculine chuckle that awakens a docile ache between my legs. He's letting me take control. Allowing me to play.

He wraps his hand around my ankle, caressing up my calf, leaving a tickling trail up the back of my thigh. Fire spreads when his fingers nonchalantly brush over my panties. I set my leg down and push him back.

"Behave."

He smiles slowly. The motherfucker is a blindfolded control freak.

I roughly cup his chin, pressing a kiss on his annoying mouth. Completely unfazed, Lucas easily takes over, drifting them apart, driving me to oblivion with his tongue.

Sitting on his thigh, I reach behind his head to unravel the knot without breaking the kiss. His hungry eyes take me in and rake down my body. Immediately his hands catch my hips and yank me close to him.

This is proving to be harder than I thought. With a defiant whimper, I weakly pull away.

"Don't ruin the surprise..." I breathlessly chide, backing away a safe distance.

I'm not even sure he's listening. His eyes are charged with primal determination, lips permanently parted. I take his silence as compliance and reach to untie my robe.

His gaze fixates on my hands, which offers me enough calm to start the actual dance. I begin slow. Swaying my hips the same way he moved us on the dance floor not so long ago.

Everything I do, it's with an image of him with his hands on me, lips on me, body on me. I want him drooling and dying to break the distance, to throw me down, rip these fabrics off and claim me.

But until then... I'm going to make him watch...

The bass of the music drips with erotic rhythm as our eyes meet across the room. I brush my fingers up the neckline of the silk robe and drape it over my shoulders. It slowly glides down, inch by inch, unraveling me for him.

If I weren't intoxicated, I'd be worried about how my stomach looks, if my thighs are toned, if I'm standing sexy. But I'm not worried. Not with the way he's looking at me. Like nothing else exists. Nothing else is important.

I drag my steps to the dining chair and place my hands on the top, rolling my hips low until my bum is on my heels. Lucas leans forward, forearms on his knees, eyes glowing in the night with pleasure.

I straighten my legs with an arched back, slowing lifting my butt. Just the imagine of him, holding my hips in this position and railing me from the back floods me with flames, making me bite my lip.

I walk towards him, tracing my hands all over my body as if they're his hands. I'm not a hundred percent sure what to do. I'm not a professional dancer. But he seems into it.

When I get between his legs, his gaze lowers to my panties. His hands clench into fists by his sides. I bend forward, making his eyes fall to my chest and graze my hands up his thighs.

He mouths something that looks like 'fuck.' He looks parched. I lean in and slowly trail wet, lingering kisses up his neck. My whole body begs to curl into him, into his scent, his taste, his warmth, but I don't.

I turn around and sit on his lap, knowing he's getting a full view of my butt. I grind on his groin. The feeling of my soft curves against his hard lap makes me sink my nails into his thighs and crane my neck on his shoulder.

Taking a quick advantage, Lucas attacks my neck, devouring it with starving obsession. Hands chain my waist, keeping me still as I squirm and pant. I'm trapped. I'm losing.

I slide down and get on my knees, crawling away from him.

"My God..." He groans behind me, tortured and heavy.

I turn around and spread my knees open in a straddling position, hands in front of me, looking at him. Lucas slowly shakes his head, biting his lip.

I tilt my head and lift one hand to my bra, toying with the strap before dropping it over my shoulder. My other hand teases the edge of my underwear, wrapping around the the side, lowering it a tad.

I move to the side in a doggy position, gliding my arms down, face on the floor. Letting him enjoy that view, before sliding on my stomach and flipping on my back.

Turning the attention to myself, I close my eyes and caress my neck, my breasts, my stomach, before lowering between my legs. I arch my back, knowing he's staring, and show him how I pleasure myself, just a glimpse.

I roll my head, hair all over my face, to check on him. He looks like he's not breathing.

I get on all fours before rising to my feet, reach my hands behind my back to unclasp my bra. That's when he charges towards me. My eyes go wide.

"Lu—"

I yelp as he throws his arms behind my thighs and snatches me up like I'm a TV on a Black Friday sale.

The air is knocked out of my lungs as he tosses me on the couch and cages me beneath him, catching me in a violently urgent kiss.

One hand in my hair, other yanking my bra, grabbing and taking and pinching. I'm already a moaning mess, and he's not far behind, groaning and digging his hips into me.

"Fucking sexiest thing ever... " He sneers in my ear, kissing my neck, my chest, pulling my nipple in his mouth with tongue and teeth.

"Fuck!" I cry out, fisting his hair to jerk him away.

He growls and painfully seizes my hand, pinning it beside my head. My other hand instinctively tries to stop his attack, but it's rendered useless just the same way.

"Don't fucking move." He grunts, making me whimper. He glares under his lashes and comes up for a kiss, only to harshly bite down on my lip.

"Lucas... " I plead as his possession takes over. Space, time, and details become abstract. I drown in this blissful and addicting high.

"Yeah, baby..." He cooes, cupping between my legs.

"Fuck... " He releases a slow, stunned breath when his fingers stroke my wet underwear. He slowly teases up and down, making me whimper. "Fuck..." He says louder.

My mouth drops open and eyebrows knit, unable to look away from his primal gaze.

"You know your safe word, baby?" He moves my underwear aside.

"Hm?" He continues over my moans as his wet fingers glide, making me lightheaded. "What's your safe word?"

"Blue..." I whimper, closing my thighs. He shoves them apart and drives a finger inside.

"Blue... that's right." He taunts as I cry out.

Suddenly his movements slow down. His hand stops. I open my eyes to see his frozen state.

"What? What is it?"

He sighs and drops his forehead on my chest. "I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry."

"What? What happened?" Panic rises in my voice.

Lucas adjusts my underwear and with another heavy sigh, brings our foreheads together.

"I'm sorry... I completely lost my mind. You're drunk. You're too drunk for this."

"Are you stupid?" I shout. "I'm fucking fine. Keep going."

He groans and buries his face in my neck. His chest is rising up and down as he tries to calm his breathing. His arm wraps around my waist, holding me for a moment, before pulling away.

Standing up, he runs his hand through his hair. "Fuck... I need... I need cold water on my face."

I stare dumbfounded as he turns to me with the most flustered, nervous chuckle. "Where's your bathroom?"

I motion to the hall and watch him rush away.

Did I just... did I really do that to him?

I don't know if I should be offended or flattered.

Also, I'm so fucking blue-balled.

~ A/N ~
I'm blue-balled too. But don't worry guys. I got a plan hehe.