[And that was exactly Mephisto's intent, knowing just how uneasy people became once they lost one of their senses. Other senses would grow stronger to compensate, resulting in every stronger sensations than before. But there was more to it than simply that. With Reign's eyes covered, Mephisto was free to show in his expression just how much he was enjoying this game without needing to think about staying "in character". Sure, there was no real need for it, but Mephisto was nothing if not a showman.]

Yes, that's right. You're forbidden from moving them down-- nor may you touch yourself, nor me. If you do... I'll simply have to tie them in place for you as a reminder.

[Reign will feel the bed shift as Mephisto climbs up onto it, sensually drawing just the soft tips of his fingers down from Reign's lips and along his face. They move lower, tracing along his chest -- and then his nails press in, drawing light-pink scratch marks along his chest.]

[And as he does, he leans down further and presses his lips to wherever he scratches, kissing and licking at his skin, as if trying to preserve whatever marks may have been left with even more marks.]

[For as much as it might seem like Reign is the one being spoiled here, Mephisto really was enjoying this. Perhaps even more so when he thinks of just how long Reign might be able to last... he's already come twice, after all. Could he come a third time? A forth? Could he so thoroughly exhaust him that he'd be begging Mephisto not to make him come?]