Blindfolded Riku Mga Nobela at Kwento

My fists trembled as I rose and my legs shook, but I didn’t let them see it. If I cried, I would be laughed at. If I screamed, I would be punished for being dramatic. So I stared back at them, with a blank face and a heart of stone, then I whispered in my head: You’ll break before I do. Riko came again, I sidestepped, swung and the blade glanced off his arm. A scratch on his face, I smirked in my head, but the silence that followed was loud. “You cut me,” he said, stunned.

“Hoped. Big difference.” There was a vibrator—sleek, purple, with multiple settings. A strap-on harness with a realistic dildo attached—veined, thick. Nipple clamps connected by a chain. A butt plug—small, jeweled. Lube in various flavors. Blindfold. Handcuffs—fuzzy, pink, ridiculous but hot. My pussy clenched at the sight. “What first?” Riley’s eyes darkened. “Blindfold. I want you guessing.” She tied the silk over my eyes—world going dark. Heightened senses: the rustle of sheets, her breath near my ear, the faint click of something opening.

She murmured, letting out a little laugh as she was led into a room—Luca’s body being the guide. “Don’t worry, you’ll love it.” He insisted, tying a black cloth around her eyes now. He pushed her onto the bed, sliding smooth metal over her wrists and cuffing her to the bed. Kiara shook her hand curiously, and only then did she realize she was latched onto something. Within seconds, the blindfold came flying off and there Luca was, shirtless right in front of her. “Surprise!” He gave a devilish smile, one that creeped Kiara out and shook her to the core.

"But you won't stop me. Because you want to see if it works. If I can really become no one." Silence. The cold deep. The dark green. She was right. I wanted to see. But not for the reason she thought. I raised the cane. Not to strike. To show her. "I brought this," I said. "Your cane. Ten years of performance. Blindness real and fake." She opened one eye. "I don't need it," I continued. "I never did. But I took it. Because without it, you're just..." I searched for the word. "Naked. Visible. Someone who has to be seen."

I wink at him, “Pun intended...” He throws his head back, and laughs, “Come here, Lil’ D!” He gives me a tight bear hug, lifting me off my feet and then dropping me back down again. Riku is a man in his early thirties but looks like he could be in his mid-twenties still. His long, black hair is tied up in a man bun, while his sides are shaved. I hear he is a real ladies’ man, and that’s probably why he doesn’t have a partner of his own yet.

Yet, amidst the flurry of preparations, a single figure stood apart – Nana, the King's trusted advisor, her brow furrowed in worry. Lucius, the Alpha King, was nowhere to be seen. Blind since birth, he navigated the palace with an uncanny awareness, a symphony of memorized footfalls and the subtle shifts in air currents his constant companions. Yet, tonight, the familiar rhythm of his steps was absent.

He adjusted it to ensure it wouldn’t slip. “Don’t take it off,” Tales instructed. As soon as the blindfold was in place, Tales grabbed Raja by the collar and pulled him into a kiss. It was aggressive, filled with pent-up frustration, and caught Raja off guard. But when he recovered, a deranged smirk appeared on his lips. Even with the blindfold, he felt Tales’ gaze on him. "Is he staring at me? How cute." Raja’s hands immediately went to Tales’ waist, pulling him closer. The toys he had prepared were forgotten on the table, his focus entirely on the man in front of him and how to devour him completely.

Then a football came flying across the space and slammed directly into one man’s face. He stumbled backward with a grunt, blood immediately pouring from his nose as a dark voice echoed softly through the field. “I told you not to move.” The voice sent a chill down my spine before I even saw him. Riko stepped into view. He wore only loose black pants hanging low on his hips, his chest bare and damp with sweat. The afternoon light caught over the tattoos running across his skin, dark chess pieces inked across his shoulder and ribs, mixed with old scars that looked too vicious to come from football alone.

The darkness needs light to give way to freedom... Rizine was trying so hard to make herself see again. Because she heard that Kristina had made her blind for a few minutes. Rizine could not accept that she would not be able to see anything for a few minutes. Because she was afraid that Alpha Ryker, Aster, or Kristina might kill her. And she won't be able to see who would kill her since she is blind and was not able to see who was attacking her.

I fisted my hand. "I told you he won't play fair." Aldrich commented. He was on full alert now. "Ya, ya, I know." I rolled my eyes at him and tried to clean my eyes with my sleeves. "Vinci be careful he is attacking you. On your right.". Bro cautioned me. I heard the sound of his arm moving towards me from my right side and took hold of it before it could reach my face. I was trained for this. We trained a lot with blindfold to fight our opponents with just sounds that came from them.