“So impatient,” I continued to place the items on the ground, tempted to hold back on rigging it, finding that happy medium. “If you fall three times or more, you’ll do it again and there might be a punishment.”
“You expect me to get on the first try?” She asks.
“You’ll be able to do it. Trust yourself,” I tell her, now standing in front of her. I reach for her sweater and jacket, stripping her of that barrier. Leaving her in her jeans and her tank top, I say, “I’ll help you for the first few steps, which means you have to trust me.” My hands graze across her skin spreading goosebumps across it.
“If I get hurt,” she starts, I lean forward, capturing her lips, kissing her senselessly. I give her a taste of passion, but sinful temptation. Our energy matching each other, I pull back after she moans in my mouth. If I keep touching her, I won’t be able to stop.
I take her hands in mine, extending her arms out in front of her. I walk backwards, her steps start off small, her cautious mind trying to work harder to prove me wrong.
“If you trust yourself, you’ll be fine. Use your other senses, just because one sense is gone doesn’t mean you’re defenseless,” I say.
I can feel her pulse in my hands, racing, her mind and body working hard.
Her feet take small steps, sweeping the floor with her foot before she steps. She’s adjusting to the obstacle in front of her. But, she has me guiding her before we turn the corner of the ring. I softly let go and watch as she adjusts to me leaving.
She lets out a whine, she doesn’t think I heard but I did.
I placed weights around the floor randomly. Her foot touches one of them and she quickly switches positions to step over the weight, but not before her other foot catches on another weight. I hold back a snicker, not rushing to her aid.
“Motherfucker,” she yells as she stumbles to the ground on her side. This is going to be a true test on how she gets back up after being shaken up. She starts to straighten up, wobbly at the knees.
“That’s one, angel,” Two more and we get to play my way.
“Asshole,” she hisses out, “I don’t think you’re playing fair.”
“You’re not talking your way out of it, you’re almost at the second corner, halfway there,” I try to encourage her.
She mutters to herself, probably cursing me under her breath. Her feet start sweeping the floor again, testing for more weights. She stops as an idea appears as her lips curl into a curious smile. She stretches out her arms and turns to the outer ring, making her way towards the side. She feels for the edge, then hoists herself on the edge and scoots along the side, her feet not touching the ground.
You little cheat.Two can play that game. I quietly walk towards the third side, sitting along the edge waiting for her.
“What no applause for my cleverness?” She jokes, getting off the edge to cut around the corner before sitting back on the edge, to find that she sits on something else. She gasps finally realizing who it was as I restrain her arms before her. I pull her closer to me.
“You think you’re clever? You think that this will be easy out there? Did this work? Yes, but you can’t rely on easy,” I say. I pull her hair to the side as I place a tender kiss on the curve of her neck. She relaxes in my hold, allowing herself to give in for a moment, before I nipped right there. A little indent is left.
“Keep going,” I growl out.
I give a gentle push to the floor, she’s still disoriented. “Turn left and then keep going straight.”
She nods her head, listening to every word.
Listening to the noises around us. I slip off the edge of the ring and walk towards the next corner. She steps and sweeps repeatedly, using what she has to move around. She keeps amazing me on how she adjusts. There’s another weight in front of her and her foot touches, she quickly adjusts to step over it, keeping her balance. A soft smile lands on her face, she’s proud of herself, that confidence.
“Keep going, you’re almost to this corner, and then one more to go,” I say.
“Then I get my reward. You promised,” she reminds me, as if I needed it.
But something in me doesn’t want to reward her. Maybe this last stretch, we really bring the fun. I quietly bring over heavier objects to place in her direction as she rounds the corner. She has already fallen once, just need to push her a couple more times. She’ll be angry, but I’d release that anger soon.
She turns the corner and her smile gets bigger.
She chuckles, a bit of celebration in her voice. “Look Keola, I did it.” her body sways in excitement. All I see is temptation beckoning me towards her.
“You did, I’m proud of you,” I say after giving her more of a challenge.
Her breath hitches, she becomes flustered, it’s adorable. She starts to take a step forward, in front of her is a small wall of foldable floor mats, her foot hits it, she pauses and then readjusts thinking the obstacle is small. As she brings up her foot it catches midway and she tumbles over the mats, landing on her side.
She grunts loudly, “Son of a bitch.”
