The clanging sound of my cherry red stellitos echoed as I moved out of my car to enter the place I've been dreaming of coming to for the last two years.
Why 2 years? Because I was not a woman enough to enter this place at the age of 18.
I had always fantasized about this place, this enigma, the entire fucking aura and mostly, the desire.
People come here to fulfill the wildest fantasy and their sinful desire, without bothering about some class or identity and I am here in the search of my own relish.
Pretending is the perfect alternative to escapism. That's what I have been doing the entire time.
Samaira Sharma is a perfect example of Sunshine and light but no-one knows the dark and unilluminated version of herself behind the facade and because of that, I am here.
Enchantรฉ.
A masquerade party where people explore their taste, drives their craze at its peak and makes their wildest dreams and fantasy come true. It's perspective is simple.
Cherchรฉ.
Find someone and make your fantasy come true, on your own and live that particular period as a dream.
For men, Enchantรฉ is a hunt for their hunger and craving, for womens, it's an escapism from reality and I belong to that popularity.
" รtes-vous membre ? Mademoiselle ? "
( Are you a member? Miss? )
A Tall man with a huge build, the bouncer I guess, asked me in French.
" Oui je suis " ( Yes, I am )
I replied to him,confidently even though I was shit scared because I didn't tell anybody about this and came all the way alone in Marseille, France.
Marseille is a huge city and roaming alone in this totally unknown city, kind of scares me as I am just a 20 years old girl who was always shadowed by her siblings and parents.
I am currently studying in Paris, living my dream life as a perfect Uni student but no one is enclosed with my dark and shitty side. Not like anyone has to know.
" Touchez le capteur pour confirmer votre empreinte digitale "
( Touch the sensor to confirm your fingerprint )
He further acquired and I did as he asked me to do.
" Passe une belle soirรฉe " ( Enjoy the evening )
He nodded and welcomed me inside. I released a long breath, thankful that I didn't mess up and happy that I did it.
My Sister is an influential personality and one of the best business women in the country and nothing, I say, nothing can be kept hidden from her. Especially about me.
Diya Sharma is a brand and the most intelligent and interesting personality you will come across with. As much as I love my sister, I still don't want her to see this side of me. I don't and won't allow anyone to see this side of me.
A gleam of spark appeared on my eyes as I saw the spark inside the main hall even though it was completely dark and filled with people.
Everyone was disguised, wearing half masks, their skin painted with colours and glitters. Women, swaying their hips and men were staring at their boobs.
My black satin gown flared because of the cold air, causing me to shiver. I moved my fingers at the zip of my purse to take out my sliver, feathery mask and I wore them, by extending the elastic and put'em over my head and it almost covered my entire face as I have a very petite face.
Far from my position, I saw a woman, grinding over some man's body and he barely spared her a glance as his attention was on some guy.
Weird.
I later moved my gaze, only to see a Man, making out with another Man and I blinked my eyes twice before shaking my head with widened eyes.
My head jerked up as I heard laughter of some men and women on the first floor which was clearly visible from here as they stood near the edge of the railing.
I covered my eyes with the back of my hand due to the striking luminiousity of the huge sparkled chandelier and as soon as I opened my eye lids, I accidentally locked my gaze with dark onyx eyes but it disappeared when I blinked twice.
I jerked my head from left to right to find those certain eyes again because no eyes were attractive and captivating enough to gain my interest and yet, his single glance made me look for him in this crowd.
The music increased the glory of the evening and people started choosing their partner as they danced.
Some guys tried to approach me but I just waved at them and moved towards the bar counter to grab some drinks, thinking that I may be hallucinating and searching for my particular guy for the night.
The best part of the party was that people shag for a night and return to their usual life, the day after tomorrow.
Fulfilling your fantasy with an unknown person was thrilling and intimidating at the same time and I am always up for thrill and adventurous tasks.
I ordered a Vanilla Champagne because I do not have any knowledge about alcohol.
Did I mention that I was drinking for the first time ever? Hell yeah ! I placed the glass on my lips and tilted it a bit to have a sip and surprisingly, It was not weird but instead it was soft, almost effervescent.
I tried to take another sip but suddenly a hand brushed over my skin causing it to send chills to my spine and I placed the glass on the slab with a clang.
I stood from my seat, walked a few steps and looked around to find the person. I am being watched. I can feel it to my bones.
My heartbeats increased as I thought of being stalked by some creep clashing over my brain.
I returned to my seat while calming my thunderously beating heart and inhaled and exhaled the air to calm myself.
I sat while facing my back towards the counter and my attention towards the people, dancing, kissing and at some extent, fucking with their partners.
But looking at them was the least thing I did. I lifted my champagne between my index finger and middle fingle and swirled it while batting my eye lids and my eye balls roaming around the corner of the place.
Maybe trying to find the same person.
My searching mission came to an end when I heard a deep and manly voice and the owner of that voice was wasted. I could sense it but he presented himself as a complete gentleman.
" Puis-je danser, ma dame ? " ( May I have a dance? My Lady? )
He asked me with a playful smile and I gave in. I returned the gesture by smiling back at him and he gently took my hand between his and placed a kiss on the back of my plan and gesturing me to stand up from my stool to join him on the dance floor.
He placed his one hand on my back while the other one held mine. His hairs were gelled and his eyes covered in a white-shiny mask, with a sharp jaw-line and perky nose. His eyes held mischief and lust as his eye balls travelled all the way from my head, halting a little at my cleavage and later shifting to the long slit of my satin gown.
I shifted a bit due to discomfort and his touch felt like a burn on my skin. We swayed with the music, our hands interlocked with our gaze clashing with each other. He held my hands and lifted them as he wanted to twirl me and as soon as I did, my eyes encountered those same, dark onyx eyes.
This time, He didn't disappear into thin air but he held my gaze. His eyes were dark, raging and lethal and something burned inside my self. An unusual feeling crawled over my heart as he continued to look at me or the place the guy was touching me.
Fear.
I was fearing him and it is unusual for me to feel that way. He was standing near the edge of the railing of the first floor. His perfect black matte tux was shining due to the luminosity of the chandelier and his Dominic mask made his look more breath taking.
Fuck! Why the hell is he affecting me this much? Air. I need air. His intense gaze was making me feel suffocated and I just wanted my way far away from his presence and influence.
" Excuse me "
I excused myself from that man and ran away to god knows where. Probably at the corner? far from his attention.
I took a left and passed by a lane, my steps were short and fast, my breathing were harsher than before and sweatbeads covered on my forehead.
My steps froze the moment I heard a woman, gasping and moaning. Shit!
A blonde was pinned against the wall and a man was devouring her and by devouring, I didn't mean her lips. He was going down on her, Publicly.
Fucking hell.
I shook my head and kept my gaze straight, ignoring them, I fastened my speed and later encounter with some drunken assholes and succeeded in bypassing them but my hands started trembling as soon as I sensed those same eyes on me again.
I tried to walk faster, crossing this lane while keeping my steps steady and my face, confident but as soon as I reached the end of the dark lane, I was yanked by my arms and a surprising yelp left from my lips but it was soon muffled by a large palm, covering my mouth.
My eyes were closed and chest was heaving up and down frantically. Gathering some courage, I managed to open my eyelids, very slowly, only to find that I was standing straight, face-to-face with the man who had his eyes on me, ever since I entered the place.
His eyes held fury and rage and he looked into my eyes with utmost frustration, as if I had stolen something precious from him.
I parted my lips to say something but no words were utered from my mouth.
He slowly, moved one of his hands on the side of my waist, while the other one playing with the slit of my satin gown.
His features were sharp, his beards were slightly trimmed and his Dominic mask added much more elegance to him look.
Shamelessly, My eyes trailed down to his chest, His upper buttons were undone and his matte shirt perfectly fitted around his muscles.
My eyes widened as I felt his fingers going inside my dress, via the slit and I gave him a pleading look, almost begging with my eyes and shaking my head frantically. But who was I kidding?
My breathing turned rough and harsh at the anticipation and I kept my eyes, locked with his dark one.
I skillfully played with the hem of my lace panties and my back arched back automatically. Without wasting a single second, his hand which was resting on my waist, moved to grab me by my neck, to keep me at place and stilled.
He was suffocating me. Fuck! I couldn't breathe. His hold on my neck tightened as he slided the material aside, using his fingers and caressed my fold. Gently, teasingly and torturing me.
A loud moan escaped from my mouth and my eyes fluttered at the anticipation. His mere touch made my eyelids heavy and filled with tears. My lips parted and my breathing didn't calmed a bit.
" Shh....As much as I would love to hear you moan for me, I need you to be really quiet, for me "
He whispered the words while leaning against my face and keeping his lips just inches away from mine.
The greedy part of mine wanted his lips on mine but my sane being was cursing out loud on me for letting him having his way with me.
Fear was visible on my face, clearly and to add more of it, he slid his finger inside me and increased another digit causing me to moan at his mercy.
His fingers started moving inside me and I let out a sob as pain slashed through my entire body and his hand, grabbing my neck.
His fingers worked faster inside me, scissoring and curling thoroughly and slowly, causing me to loose my remaining senses.
My knees gave up, I might fall anytime soon and I would have been on the ground if it were not for his hold.
He tortured me for fine minutes and I felt a knot forming in my stomach, causing my clit to throb and my walls crying with pain and need.
I was a sobbing mess, don't know if I was pleading him to stop or keep going. My back crushed against the wall with each thrust and the eagerness to have a release increased inside me.
To my horror, his finger were withdrawed as soon as I thought of having an release. What the fuck did he just do? What the actual fuck?
I let out a frustrating groan as I felt empty and needy.
" Next time you let anyone touch you, remember who owns your cunt "
He whispered and gave me a sensual yet short kiss and left my through with a jerk and and I fell down as if I were a lifeless body.
Last I saw, He was licking his fingers clean. Savouring my taste while keeping his attention and eyes on me.
I couldn't see clearly, everything was blurry and shinning due to my tears. My throat was hurting because of his constant hold and my loud moan, mixing with my sob.
When I saw his disappearing figure, I yanked out my mask and threw them somewhere while letting out a frustrating cry and scream.
Fuck him, Fuck that asshole.
I calmed my breathing and sat there quietly on the floor, not afraid of being embarrassed.
My eyes jerked open when I heard the ringing sound of the clock.
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