She wanted the night to be special. She had planned it out carefully. Her best friend had chosen the costume she would wear. She had meticulously applied her makeup. She had gotten her nails done and just finished putting her hair up. She was nervous, never having been on a blind date before, and a costume party at that! She was also excited about her evening; her friend assured her that her mystery date was an honourable fellow. Glancing at the clock, she hurried to finish putting her costume on and the doorbell rang.
She was so excited she nearly tripped on the stairs. She couldn't wait to see what he had chosen to dress as.
He looked so handsome, dressed like a Scottish Lord, His kilt was vibrant and wrapped his body like he was accustomed to wearing one. It left nothing to the imagination. His hair was in a short ponytail tied with a piece of leather. His skin gleamed with oil in the moonlight as he held his hand out and asked her if she was ready to go.
"Yes." She whispered. Delighted with the vision of him before her. Placing her gloved hand in his she walked down the steps to the car. She couldn't believe she was going to be spending the night with such a handsome man. She was dressed as a slave girl, with lots of flowing silk but no real coverage. Seeing the gleam in his eye she felt shy like she was out of her depth.
Sitting in the car she turned to her date and asked "what shall I call you, sir?" And he replied, "yes, I think Sir would do nicely." A little flustered she nods "and what will you call me, Sir?" He looked over at her and his eyes scanned over her features and costume. "I will call you, Farrah - that means Beauty in Gaelic". His words cause a slow flush to creep over her skin, climbing up her neck but also spreading across her shoulders and down to touch the top of her breasts hidden by the silk. "I wonder Farrah if that blush travels all the way down." And incredibly the red deepened on her skin.
Quickly looking away she gazed out the window of the car. She had very little experience dealing with handsome men and she didn't know how to graciously accept his compliments. But she decided right then that she would play her role the best that she could. She was dressed as a slave called Beauty and she would call this stranger Sir. She could do this. Taking a deep breath she turned to him and said "yes sir, I'm ready."
The party was so much more than she expected. The beautiful costumes, heroic-looking men, and all sorts of damsels, queens, heroes of all shapes and sizes. She was very glad she had her friend choose the costume for her. She felt glamourous amongst a room full of glamourous people.
As the slave of her Scottish rogue, she happily kept to herself and followed his cues. Allowing him to direct her through the room as if they were dancers. He led her from one group of people to the next. Introducing her as Farrah to everyone. She curtsied and blushed at the attention and secretly loved every second.
Being HIS slave, she BELONGED. It made her feel so warm inside, comforted, and protected when she would normally have felt awkward and alone. And when he looked her way and she saw the desire in his eyes... Well that was just the cream on top, wasn't it?
When it was time to eat he sat at the table and pulled her into his lap. Snugging her into the crook of his arm he told her to feed him. This seemed to be such an intimate act! Each time she shifted on his lap to cut the meat and then turned to feed it to him her thigh brushed against his growing erection under his kilt. Her skin began to heat again and the blush crossed her shoulders as her bare back moved against the bare skin of his chest.
She peeked up at him through her lashes and saw that he was watching her intently.
"Now a grape" he instructed and as she placed the fruit between his lips he moved his tongue against her, closing his lips around her fingers and sucking gently. She let out a soft gasp and glanced at him quickly, only to see the wicked gleam in his eyes. Pulling her hand away from his mouth she couldn't tear her eyes from his. Unconsciously she licked her lips as she gazed at him.
Glancing around she recalled where they were and began to blush again as the sounds of the party crept back into her awareness. She saw that no one was paying any attention to them at their table, and also noticed that a great many of the men present had women perched upon their knee. She noticed that some women had men sitting at their feet, and she saw that most of the guests were eating in various states of undress.
Slowly, she began to realize this costume party was not what she expected it to be. Lifting her hand to her mouth she began to rise off the stranger's lap. He clapped his hands around her waist and kept her still. Gripping her chin in one hand he moved it so he could see into her eyes. Noting the fear there he gently said "Ah sweet Farrah, you have nothing to fear from me. I may have claimed you as my slave, but I will not hurt you. Do you understand?" And she nodded eyes wide. A tremulous smile on her lips she whispered "yes Sir, I understand."
"Come, Farrah, bring a bottle of wine and a plate of nibbles. We shall go somewhere a little more private." He said rising from his chair. Scrambling she hurried to do his bidding as he waited for her with his hand out and one brow raised.
"Yes sir" she whispered as she gathered the things and followed him across the hall. He tempered his gait to match her shorter strides and steered her through the tables and people by the elbow. Holding aside a curtain at the edge of the room she could see a tiny alcove hidden behind it. "Oh. I had no idea." She said looking at him wide-eyed. She ducked beneath his arm and entered the alcove. Placing the tray and open bottle on a small table she exclaimed "on no! I forgot glasses." Looking at him with dismay.
"Well then," he said with a grin as he sat on the cushions "you'll just have to be careful when you share it with me. Bring the bottle to your lips and fill your mouth. Do not drink and then bring me my sip of wine." Watching her as realization dawned and colour began to wash across her skin again. Carefully she did as instructed and came towards him, nervously she placed her palms against his chest and bent to bring her mouth to his. Opening her lips she allowed the wine to spill out of her mouth. "Mmm, good girl. Give me more."
As she turned to do as he bade he pulled her back into his lap. "From here." He said. She was glowing a delightful shade of pink as she reached across for the bottle of wine. Filling her mouth she turned back to him and repeated the process. This time he allowed some to leak from his mouth. "Clean it up" he demanded.
