"That's got to be her. She loves making an entrance", he said loudly before moving ahead into the crowd. It was pitch black, and everything went mute like everyone was waiting for something to happen. There was anxiety and excitement in the air. It was nothing like those parties I went to as a teenager or the ones my friends hosted for the holidays. This was different - calm and well-behaved. Is this how millionaires party?

A few seconds later, the woman spoke in her strong yet seductive tone. "I won't keep you all waiting anymore. Inspired by the 'Dine in the Dark' franchise, I have some blind men serving us food in the ballroom. You will be taken to your seats. I hope we all have a wonderful dinner."

Slowly, one by one, we were walked to our tables and seated. I have seen the night sky or walked in the dark before, but never have I ever been in a pitch-black situation before - not a sliver of light was allowed to escape. Since they had taken our phones and had us sign an NDA as we entered, there was no way we could even cheat with our phone torches.

As everyone settled, the shuffling toned down, but there was the clinking of china with everyone trying to touch and feel what was in front of them. A few minutes later, a 5-course meal was served on each plate by the blind servers, who guided themselves by touching our shoulders. At first, I grabbed a fork and a butter knife to cut through something that felt like a steak, but eating it in the dark wasn't an easy feat. I resorted to using my good old hands, feeling the food with all my other senses. I felt like my smell, touch, and taste were all heightened as I tried to guess and savour the food in front of me.

I kept my eyes closed as I devoured one plate after the other, biting, chewing and licking off my hands. I might have even lifted the plate and licked it clean, too. There was no fear of following etiquette, or table matters or being seen. At that moment, it was just me and the food in front of me. I leaned back against the chair, sipping what I imagined to be some expensive wine that I could never afford. My heartbeat was rising steadily, and a jolt of euphoria passed through me. I wanted to tell Beth how I felt at that moment, but she was nowhere close to me. The parties were split up, and I wanted to shout at that moment to let her know, but I couldn't steady myself in the dark. 

I gulped the rest of the wine, banged it on the table and pushed myself up to scream, "Beth! Beth!", but my tongue felt funny. Now, why am I unable to talk? 

"Beth, I can't... I feel", I stumbled and landed back on my seat. I might have even hurt my hands in the fall, but I could barely feel my fingers anymore.

And just then, a hand touched my shoulder from behind. He spoke in an undertone so soft, but his deep voice was just enough to startle me, "Come with me. You don't seem well. I'll take you somewhere safe."

He held my hand as we tiptoed across the hall. I was waving through the room frantically afraid of hitting something. He stopped. "Stop waving your hands and trust me. Just walk!"

I continued placing one leg after the other behind him. Even though it was only a few meters away, it felt like we were walking for hours. 

"Why are we still walking? Where are you taking me?"

"Please follow me. I need you to walk up the stairs with me in a bit. Can you do that?", he said tightening his grip around my fingers.

"No, No", I pulled away from his hands and squatted down, holding my head. "I can't. Take me outside. I want to breathe"

"There is no way out but up", he paused before he muttered under his breath. "Or I could do this."

"Give me your hand!", he ordered.

His voice so thunderous, made me want to obey him. I put my hand out and he immediately lifted me up. His hands left mine and slowly grazed through my waist, and before I could utter a word, we lifted me up in his hands and began walking. 

"Stop! Stop! We're going to fall down", I protested.

"No, we won't. Stay calm."

"How can you tell me to calm down? You're walking up the stairs, carrying me, in the DARK. Are you insane?"

"I will take you up the stairs safely, i promise"

"Impossible!"

"What will you give me if I do?"

"What? I said its impossible.. Or uhh, its just too difficult"

"Tell me now, what will you give me if I take you up safely?"

"Whatever you ask."

"Deal!", he chuckled silently and began walking up the stairs with utmost confidence, like he has walked these stairs all his life; like he knows every nook around here or he must be wearing some special glasses that are letting him see in the dark. 

He continued to walk up the stairs, and when I could sense that we had reached the landing, he didn't put me down. He kept walking across what must have been a narrow hallway with me still in his arms. I could feel his hot breath against my half-exposed breasts. I raised my hand and put it nonchalantly on his chest, trying to listen to its rise and fall. It was beating just as rapidly as mine. Our pulse would be off the charts now, and it felt like we were beating as one now. 

Gently, he pushed through a door and placed me on a soft bed. He walked around pushed open the ceiling-high screens on both sides and opened the doors that let in the cold night's breeze in. The moonless night wasn't a big help, except now I could see shadows and outlines. A figure in the dark.

I watched him walk back close to me and kneel down next to the bed.

"Are you feeling okay?" he said, holding my hands again.

I nodded, like he could see me.

"You're burning up. I'll go get someone," he said, trying to stand up. Quickly, I grabbed onto the collar of his shirt and pulled him down. "Please stay, I'll be okay in a few minutes."

"Alright then,"  he said, settling back on the floor. "I hear it's your first time in here."

"You must know Beth. She sort of compelled me into it. I haven't been to a party like this in my life."

"Well, to be honest, you haven't even seen the best parts yet."

"There's more?", I sat up from the bed and fell back in exasperation. "I can't wait to go home"

"Not a social person, are you?"

"Not really, but I'm ready for a change."

"Then I hope you have an unforgettable night,"  he said, getting close to me when we heard the clamouring and voices of men and women, grunting, yelling, and squealing. 

"Is that what I think it is?" I gasped in shock as I closed my mouth with my hand. He quietly placed his hand on mine and pulled it away from my mouth. He grew closer to me, with his nose gently grazing my right cheek as he breathed.

"I could make you scream just like that,"  he whispered into my ears. That was the last thing I heard before the already dark world went blank. "But tell me you want it, only then I'll touch you"

"I... I..." I hesitated. I was too proud to say that I wanted to get fucked by this mysterious man I met only a few minutes ago. If his voice sent shivers down my spine, I couldn't imagine what his touch would do to me. I craved to see more than just his silhouette, but tonight, I'm taking what I have; his smell and his taste. Maybe I could devour him without seeing him like the food we had.

"Tell me, do you want it or not?", he asked. He didn't order me, but it felt like an ultimatum nonetheless, that I had to tell him and obey him. 

"Yes", I murmured under my breath.

"Yes? What?"

"I want you to fuck me."

His hands did not take much longer to reach out to my cheeks as his lips pressed onto mine. His wet lips parted mine as he kissed me further and explored the inner parts of my mouth with his tongue. He wasn't gentle, but it felt like he knew what he was doing. His right hand slowly landed on my breast, which he squeezed so gently, making me release a feeble moan.

"I feel hot", I blurted out.

He stood up from me, and tossed me around on the bed, turning me to the other side. He pulled the zipper down slowly and tugged the dress away. I turned back to face him as he was standing on the edge of the bed, where my legs lay on his two sides.

"Is this better?", he said, taking off his shirt and throwing it on the floor. He pounced back upon me kissing my lips and then my neck, while his hands intertwined with my fingers and pulled them up my head. As his left hand held both of my wrists together, his right hand moved down and grazed over my underwear, revealing how wet I was to him.

"Looks like you're ready for me to taste,"  he said, letting go of my hands and dragging himself down. "Lift up", he said, tugging my underwear from below me and thrusting it into his pocket. He planted his face between my legs as he parted them further and further, anchoring his hands between my breasts and pushing me into the bed. 

With his tongue stroking my clitoris back and forth, and my juices ready to explode, he picked up his pace as I began to shiver. I held his hair as I pushed his head further and further into me. His tongue was working magic on me. I was feeling extremely ecstatic as I closed my eyes and let him eat me. And to further add to it, he gently thrust his fingers into my vagina as he continued to lick me with his fingers. My mental dictionary was out of words to explain the feeling at that moment. 

"You are so wet", he said as he rose up from me, unbuckled his pants, and pulled them down his legs. Then, he came back up to face me. "I'm going to fuck you now, and I promise to not be gentle."

While he teased with his edge, my heartbeat rose further, wanting him to push it in already. He pulled my hands back up above my head and pushed himself into me with a jerk, making me cry out in pain. He went back and forth, and every time he went in, it made me want to scream, but I didn't want him to stop. 

He then pulled out of me, turned me on my knees and went in again as he pulled on my hair. I was yelling as his thrusts got harder and faster. He moved closer to touch my clit as he continued to take me from behind. I screamed and yelled as I climaxed, with his fucking me, leaving me to gasp for air like I had just run a marathon. 

He finally let me go, and we both landed on the bed and hot. 

That was the last memory I had of the night.