Arcadia Resurgence, Vague Vermillion [best book club books for discussion .TXT] 📗

that put her deeper again into her submissive state of emotions. And of course, everything was amplified and intensified by the loss of eye sight and by being deaf - it forced her to feel all other sensations in a much more intense way.

And then, she was sure that by now the dress must have a large wet spot on it, because she has been dripping between her legs and there was no way she could stop that.

After a while, he moved her head up, forcing her to release his cock that was fully wet now, covered in her salvia.

And then something totally unexpected happened.

She felt that he was putting something around her neck. It must have been a collar! She gasped and opened her mouth, she was close to say something and protest when a gentle touch of a single finger on her lips sealed her mouth, signaling her that it was ok.

Yes, it was the somewhat familiar feeling of a leather collar that she now wore, for everyone to see. Everyone at this place that saw them now knew that he had collared her. Maybe they would not have seen the moment he put it there, but they would certainly notice it later when they left. Of course there must be a waiter or waitress that just had to notice it. Was it OK? She was not sure, but deep inside, she was way beyond thinking about it. She was now so much under his control that he could virtually do anything.

Just some seconds after she could no longer feel his touch, she felt a pull on her neck. She was leashed as well! She was pulled and forced to stand up and start to walk, no choice but to follow the lead.

Again she gasped and breathed heavily, she was now beyond complaining.

Whatever he had planned for her, she would just accept it. She was his. He decided. It was ok.

Once the pull stopped, a hand on her belly stopped her. She was standing somewhere, based on the distance she walked, most likely in the middle of the room.

Then she could feel his fingers on either side, touching her ... touching her dress. Was he opening the straps that tightened it? No, that could not be possible! But yes, it turned out to be correct: once he loosened it, with just a few fast movements he pulled up her dress over her head and she stood there.

Naked.

For everyone to see.

In the middle of the restaurant.

The only thing on her body where the high heel sandals and the collar ... and the shiny wetness between her legs and inner thighs that must be visible by anyone focusing at that spot.

Her heartbeat got stronger, she was shaking and hesitated to say something, but then there was his finger again. And his hands caressed her, to calm her down, to make her feel good. No, there was no panic anymore, there was only desire, passion and the need to obey and let him control her completely. This was what she was supposed to do and it did not matter who saw her. Because he was there. He saw her. She was doing this for him, to please him and she loved it.

He took her hands and tied the wrists behind her again and then she stood there, without his touch. She did not know for how long, but it must have been some minutes. He did not leave her, right? Of course not ... but it felt like he had to take care of something?

Then suddenly there was a pull again on the leash and she followed the lead as before. They walked a bit, before she hit something that felt like the edge of a sofa or something similar. A gentle pull on the leash showed her that she had to get on it. Using her body, her thighs, even by turning also her hands to touch and feel what was there, she could feel two naked legs. He must have taken his clothes of just before? What was this? A further pull made her get closer and closer until she eventually noticed his erection again. He pulled more, then used his hands on her hips to move her up ... impaling her on his cock.

It was heaven, an amazing moment. Feeling his strong hard cock entering her wet and slippery hole with ease, quick, fast, hard and strong. And then she was sitting there. Naked, except the heels, on his cock - in the perfect position to ride him.

And that is what she did - immediately after he started controlling her with the leash again with a motion that could only be understood as an order to start moving. After a few seconds, one of his hands ended up on her nipples, touching, exploring, giving her more pleasure, while the other hand was pulling again on the leash from time to time, encouraging her to get into the rhythm he wanted.

Once he was obviously satisfied with her movements, the leash feel down and now both hands explored her breasts and her hips, roaming all over the front of her body, always controlling her.

Initial moans from her mouth turned into louder signals of pleasure, into the sound he wanted to hear, the sound he demanded from her. He knew that she was getting closer and closer to reach a climax. Eventually one finger focused on her clit, stimulating it more and more until she could not hold back anymore and she climaxed riding his cock, shaking all over it, with spasms that he could feel and that triggered his release, making him shoot his seed deep into her.

While his cock was slowly getting limp, still inside her, he pulled her forward and down. He removed the ear plugs and then grabbed her head, forcing her to look up a bit and then helped her to remove the contact lenses.

It took a while, everything was blurred and her eyes were quite dry. She moved her eyelids several times until she realized where she was. It was their own bedroom. She was at home. How did she get here? She was confused. Trying to say something, he again silenced her with a single finger and looking her deeply into her eyes:

"Everything is OK, my little one ... there were no others ... we had dinner at home," he said in a soft and calm voice. Neon Bleeding

 

Aiming for the stars

I shoot my silvery arrows high

I do not know if they'll hit or miss

but I have fire in my eyes.

 

Success may elude me

But I'll never know if I don't try

I'll stumble, yes, but it won't extinguish

the fire in my eyes.

 

Battles to be fought and won

The toil half the prize

I'll put in effort,  train slow but steady

to feed the fire in my eyes.

 

Climbing mountains is not easy

But I'll attempt this enterprise

Scaling the rocky spires of life

fueled by the fire in my eyes.

 

Those who laugh and mock my folly

For they think life has made them wise

How can they ridicule what they lack:

the fire in my eyes?

 

I know I have the power of will

I alone must recognize

That I can soar with my ambition;

that fire in my eyes.

 

Ambition is a force

Too volatile to be measured or sized

My challenge is to channel and not misuse

the fire in my eyes.

 

My advice to you, fellow mortal, is this:

Set your sights towards the skies

At times it might sputter, but never ignore

the fire in your eyes. 

Do you have your keys...

One year had passed.

One year since the Worlds of Light and Twilight were saved from an evil Darkness –saved by a young Hylian, chosen by the Goddesses and wielder of the Triforce of Courage.

One year since the only known connection to the two worlds were shattered – literally so – by a mourning princess of a people dwelling in the gold and crimson sky and fluttering shadows.

Midna was restless, anxious, yet determined. She had thought it to be for the best if the Mirror of Twilight was destroyed, but having done so left a crippled, wounded heart. There was void in her chest when she had cut Link off from her life, and the pain ate away at her at every moment.

How utterly pathetic she had been – pathetic and utterly depressing.

Still, there was a spark of hope; like Hylians, the Twili were a people who had a gift for Magic and, although it was forbidden, there existed a spell to take here to where she wanted to go – to where Link was.

The Light World – a world she didn't belong in, yet she coveted it more than anything for the sole reason that the Love of her life resided in it.

One year of regret, heartache, and longing had finally pushed Midna to her limits, and it was time to take action. No longer would she cry herself to sleep, weeping for the loss of her beloved. No longer would she spend a full day in solitude and depression, blaming herself.

It was finally time to rectify the mistake that was the shattering of the Mirror of Twilight. Even if it was just once, for only a moment, seeing Link again would put her mind and heart at ease.

So, as she conjured the spell and her private chamber was alight with its manifestation of magic, she smiled more brightly than ever in her entire life.

"I will soon see you again, my love."

x.x.x

Twilight. It brought a somber smile to the Hylian's face. Idly watching it as the clouds drifted away, Link thought back to his adventure a year ago, which had all started right from this very spot; Ordon Spring.

His bare feet were buried beneath the clear water, absentmindedly wiggling his toes. His mind wandered, like it often did, but it always returned to the person he cherished the most, the Twili named Midna. Her departure had been bittersweet and, as a result, the proud Hylian had been in a minor state of depression.

They had bonded over the course of their adventure. The once mischievous, selfish little imp had turned into a reliable, loyal companion and a dear friend – a friend whom Link had grown overly fond of, and had, deep down, seen in a different light; when he had met her for the first time in her true form, his gaze had been full of affection and his heart had skipped a happy little beat.

And now, that friend was gone. Forever, it seemed.

His eyes welled up with tears that he quickly brushed off