Lost in Light
Authors: Kat Kingsley
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Bdsm, #Romantic Erotica
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Lost in Light
A Teacher’s Pet Novella
by
Kat Kingsley
Text copyright © 2012 by Kat Kingsley
All rights reserved. No part of this text may be reproduced, photocopied, shared, printed, transmitted, or distributed in any form, electronically or physically, without the prior permission of the author.
Cover photography by Bryan Lott
Cover design by Damonza
Formatting by Damonza
Lost In Light is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination of are use fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
For more information about the author, please visit
www.katkingsley.com
To Panda,
For always having faith in me, even when I didn’t have faith in myself.
This one’s for you.
Acknowledgments
I’d like to thank Panda for his patience and constant encouragement, my amazing photographer Bryan Lott for the beautiful cover photography he did – who knew I’d make such a good photographers assistant? Also, many thanks to my wonderful beta readers, especially Stick, Meta, Greg, Teresa, and Heidi!
Chapter One
My heart lodged in my throat as his fingers clawed at the buttons of my shirt. His breath, hot and cloying against my neck, was almost as jarring as his teeth clacking against the small rings in my ear. The lingering smell of chemicals in the photo lab made my head swim, or maybe it was my nervousness at finally letting Jake, my first college boyfriend, do more than kiss me.
We had spent a couple of weeks shooting shy, flirty glances at each other. Me, the awkward, quiet girl from suburbia and he, the dazzling, confident ex-football star. Destined for a stellar football career, he had blown out his ACL in his senior year of high school and had come to the University of Denver to major in Business instead.
Never in a million years had I thought that someone like Jake Green, with his sky blue eyes, shaggy mop of sun-bleached hair, and roguish smile would have been attracted to someone like me. His easy going attitude and quick smile had soothed my nervousness during our first date and here we were, three months later, taking the next step.
Despite the calming aura that he always seemed to radiate I couldn’t help the sickening ball of nervousness that sat like lead in the pit of my stomach. I could feel my pulse echoing through my body, pounding in my chest like a caged bird to finally flutter down into my palms that lay anxiously on Jake’s muscled shoulders.
“Oh baby, you’re so hot…” he whispered as several buttons gave way under his fingers, a jolt of uneasy electricity running through me as his knuckles grazed the skin of my belly.
“I want you
so
bad,” he added in an almost pained voice.
“Jake, I… I want you too, but I’m not sure,” my voice sounded so small and weak in the dark photography room. His aggrieved sigh washed over me, snaking down into my open shirt, tickling the sensitive skin of my breasts.
“Come on, Rachel, you know what you do to me,” he moaned, pressing his erection, so evident through his jeans, into my hip. I felt a nauseating flutter in my stomach at his obvious sign of arousal, a deep flush heating my cheeks, making the small room feel even closer and hotter.
“Just let me touch you a little,” he continued to plead, once more nipping and nibbling my ear lobe while his fingers trailed lazy patterns on my skin just beneath my bra.
I loved him, or at least I thought I did. So why did the thought of him touching me so intimately make my muscles scream with the desire to run? He’d been so patient with me, so understanding of my hesitation, wasn’t this the least I could do to show my appreciation of his patience?
Swallowing audibly and biting my lip, I pushed the anxiety to the back of my mind, squeezed my eyes shut, and nodded my head stiffly.
His hands, hot and rougher than I had anticipated, brought a startled “Oh!” to my lips as he cupped my breasts, his fingers quickly finding and pinching my nipples. Liquid heat rippled through my body but a dark trail of unease followed quickly in its wake.
“Not so hard,” I whispered against hair that smelled of sunshine and the outdoors, his fingers becoming more demanding, almost painful, in their ministrations.
“Hush, baby. Don’t you like me touching you?” His hands continued to knead my breasts through the thin cotton of my bra while his erection rubbed suggestively against me, pressing me painfully into the counter.
“Yes, but… you’re hurting me,” I said, my small voice was almost lost in the echoes of his heavy breaths.
“And you’re hurting
me
, baby,” he said hotly, once again pressing against my hip, letting me feel the stiff heat of his arousal. “I’ve waited so long for you. I don’t know how much more I take,” he groaned.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered guiltily, daring a quick glance up at his face, startled by the raw and burning passion I found there, and the hint of anger that glinted in his eyes.
Grunting roughly at my apology, he leaned harder into me, pressing his lips against mine in a hot and savage kiss, his tongue demanding entrance to my mouth as his hands resumed their rough handling of my breasts. Although my eyes burned with sudden unshed tears I made no move to stop him, after all, if I had let him do this sooner he would have been more gentle with me, right?
It was my fault that he was being so rough, I had made him wait too long. Yes, I needed to let him do this, needed to show him with my body that I was sorry for being so cruel and hurting him.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured again through his kiss. My hands, which had until now lay unmoving on his shoulders, running gently through his silken hair, brushing against the tanned skin of his neck.
His only response was to kiss me harder, his lips pressing against mine with bruising force as he pulled at the fabric of my bra, revealing my breasts. No one had ever seen me shirtless, let alone naked, since I was a little girl. Even in the locker room in high school I had been shy and hesitant about revealing my body to others. I always felt that I didn’t measure up to the other girls, that my hips were too wide, my breasts too heavy.
His hands were rough and brazen as they fondled my breasts, but I kept my complaints to myself as he pulled and tugged cruelly at my nipples. One hand dropped from my breast to skim along the waist of my jeans, and a panicked flutter taking root in my stomach.
“Oh, baby I need you so bad,” he moaned against my mouth as he popped the button on my jeans and began to pull down my zipper. Before I could stop him, his hand was slipping inside my underwear, his fingers so hot against my skin that they almost burned as they sought out my most intimate place.
I didn’t want to. I wasn’t ready, not for this. But I felt powerless to stop him, seemingly frozen in place as he violated me. A choked sob erupted from me as he forcefully thrust one finger and then another into me, my insides clenching painfully at the intrusion. Hot tears flowed over my cheeks as I pressed my lips together to hold back my cry of pain as his fingers moved in and out of me with a roughness I had never expected. Each thrust inward caused my stomach to cramp in pain as he pressed against my hymen, threatening to tear the thin membrane that signified my innocence.
Sobbing brokenly I cried out, “No Jake, please stop. You’re hurting me!”
“Dammit Rachel, shut up!” he growled, his voice low and rough in a way that I had never heard before. The hand that had been ruthlessly kneading my breast clamped down over my mouth while the other continued to roughly penetrate me. The pain between my legs was almost unbearable as he thrust with renewed vigor, and I felt something snap deep inside me. My legs trembled with pain and fear, my tears scalding as they coursed down my cheeks and over the fingers that ground into my flesh, pressing the insides of my cheeks painfully against my teeth. The hint of copper on my tongue let me know that somewhere my mouth was bleeding.
Pulling his hand from between my legs he stared with disgust at his bloody fingers before smearing them across my stomach
“Stupid virgin bitch.”
Roughly spinning me to face the counter he tangled a fist in my hair and forced my face down against the cold surface. Pulling my jeans down my thighs he wrenched my underwear down to join them. As he fumbled with the button on his own jeans against my bared ass I felt my heart breaking and my soul crying out in anguish.
My sobs were loud and hiccupping now, echoing in the small dark room. Jake had never loved me. At that moment I doubted that he’d even liked me. How could he, when he was now being so cruel?
The door crashed open, flooding the room with light. My eyes squeezed shut at the sudden brightness as the tall figure of my art history teacher, Professor Davis, loomed in the doorway.
“What the hell is going on in here?” Professor Davis thundered, his face red all the way up to the roots of his dark chestnut hair, the muscles in his neck straining with anger. My own face burned with mortification as I clutched my shirt closed with one hand, and tried to pull up my jeans and underwear with the other. I was all too aware of the blood smeared across my stomach and the tears streaking my cheeks. Professor Davis’s pale green eyes narrowed as they swept over me, seeming to take in every detail of my appearance in one pass. Then they settled on Jake, who stood between us, his stance one of causal defiance.
Professor Davis’s face blanched a shade or two before darkening once more, his eyes smoldering with seething anger. Before I could draw a breath to try and explain, Jake was yanked out of the room by the scruff of his shirt, and Professor Davis slammed him up against the wall.
“What the fuck!” Jake yelled, pushing at the hands holding him in place but unable to move them, a faint note of panic rising in his voice.
“Shut. Up.” Professor Davis growled through clenched teeth as he leaned in towards Jake, their noses almost touching.
“You can’t tell me what to do. Do you know who I am?” Jake snarled.
“I know exactly who you are, Mr. Green. You’re a coward. A disgusting worm of a boy who is so pathetic that he satisfies himself by abusing women too weak or naïve to know any better. If I ever see you near my building again I will make you regret the day you were born,” he hissed, his green eyes flashing fire and fury.
“You can’t do anything to me,” Jake said with a sneer that was stunted by Professor Davis jerking him roughly.
“You think so?” The twisted smile on my professor’s face made my blood run cold. “If you so much as blink in Miss Parker’s direction again you will be
very
sorry.”
I felt a small shiver of vindication when he leaned in even closer to Jake, for a moment looking as if he would kiss him, before turning to whisper something in Jake’s ear. I couldn’t hear what was said, and wasn’t sure that I wanted to, when I saw Jake visibly shudder and pale, his voice little more than a horrified whisper. “You sick fuck!”
“You understand me then,” Professor Davis purred low and deep, a sound that would have been heart poundingly sexy if not for the murderous glint in his eyes.
Making a deliberate show of releasing his grip, Professor Davis paused to smooth the rumpled fabric of the Jake’s shirt. He took a smooth and languid step back, a derisive smile curving the corners of his mouth.
“Whatever,” Jake shot back flippantly, though I saw the obvious shaking in his hands when he ran them through his hair. Shooting me one last look that was full of burning hatred, he flashed me a cruel grin, mouthing the words “Catch you later, baby,” before brushing past Professor Davis with a toss of his shaggy blond hair.
As soon as Jake was out of sight a choked sob bubbled up in my throat, my legs sagging with sudden exhaustion as I began to tremble all over. I felt the weight of Professor Davis’s gaze on me even though I was unable to bring my eyes up to meet his. I was so ashamed of myself. So angry for having let Jake do this to me, for letting myself be fooled by his easy charm and quick smile. How could I have been so stupid?
My sentiment was reflected moments later by Professor Davis as he uttered those same words, “How could you be so stupid, Miss Parker?”
My heart plummeted even further at his words. Losing the respect of the teacher I most admired was like rubbing salt into the wounds left by Jake’s vicious actions.
“I’m…so… sorry,” I sobbed, clutching my shirt to me all the tighter as my vision swam with fresh tears.
I watched through blurry vision as his shadow lengthened on the floor, his steps soft as he moved back from the door, his arm directing me into the room beyond.
