Red Light“Hey Frau, do you want to play a game?” A voice asked, distracting you from your book. You looked over to the red eyes of the Prussian in the chair opposite you.Red Light2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Okay.” You agreed placing the book down. Smirking, Gilbert stood up and walked over to you. Once there he knelt down in front of you and looked up.
“Okay, we’re going to play red light. My hand is a fire engine. I’m going to run my hands up your leg. When you get uncomfortable just say ‘red light’.” He explained. You nodded again and looked down at your legs. The skirt you wore came to the middle of your thigh.
Prussia placed his hand at your ankle and slowly worked his way up. Every time touched a different part of your leg it felt like it was on fire. He continued his way up, only looking at you once he got to your knee. He lingered there for a second, before continuing his assault on your leg further.
Once you reached about three-quarters up yo