Lost in Light (12 page)

I felt the heat pooled in the pit of my stomach swell and unfurl as I gazed at that photograph, wondering if the man standing behind me, heat radiating from him, could ever make me feel such wanton abandon.

“See anything you like?” he said against my ear, his breath tickling my exposed neck and making me tremble in both arousal and apprehension.

“D-did you take these?” I found myself asking though I didn’t turn to face him. There was something in the lighting and composition of each piece that reminded me of his landscapes that I had fallen in love with while still in high school.

“You have a good eye, Rachel.”

His hands settled upon my shoulders, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on my shoulder blades, making me feel like I would melt where I stood.

“Yes, I took all of them.”

“And the one’s you showed in class?”

“Yes, those too.”

“They’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” he said, genuine pride warming his voice as he gave my shoulders one last squeeze before removing his hands.

Still mesmerized by the photographs on the walls I nodded and let him guide me further into the room. There were several pieces of furniture scattered around the room, all of them completely foreign to me except for an angled padded table that reminded vaguely me of the massage chairs at the mall. A series of tall cabinets and drawers ran along one wall, many of the drawers wide and shallow like the kind I had seen architectural prints kept in at the library on campus. I couldn’t help the spark of curiosity I felt at seeing the myriad of doors and drawers, wondering what he could possibly keep in them. I found myself drifting across the room towards them when his voice drew me up short.

“I think we had better discuss a couple rules for when you are in this room. Let’s sit down,” he said, steering me back over to the sofa and armchairs, leaving the cabinets and their mysterious contents behind us.

Settling onto the sofa I was pleased when he sat down beside me, angling his body towards me and drawing one knee up onto the couch in a look of utter relaxation. Perhaps he felt as warm and heavy-limbed as I did.

“Before we begin I want you to know that this area is a safe zone. When we are here we may speak and act as equals as we are now. But as soon as you step on the concrete you will follow all the rules I am about to explain to you, and any others I inform you of later,” he said.

“Firstly, whenever you are in this room I expect the last word out of your mouth to always be Sir. This room is designed for your pleasure and safety, as well as my own. It is fully equipped with first aid supplies, which I will show you, and has a land line phone there in case of emergencies,” he explained, pointing out a phone on the wall by the door. Nervousness began to claw at my gut at the thought of first aid and emergency calls. What was he going to do to me that could potentially require such things?

“Do you understand so far?”

Nodding numbly I replied hoarsely, “Yes, Sir.”

He smiled deeply at my response, the pleasure so evident in his eyes making me smile despite the doubt that had begun to take root.

“You have an inkling of the things that I would like to do to you, but I want to be sure that you understand that you can say no at any time. I want you to submit to me in this room, allow me to push your boundaries and show you a whole new world of pleasure and pain. But, you must understand that what happens here does not affect our lives outside of this arrangement. I will not flaunt my dominance over you in your academic life, or take advantage of you in any way. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, barely restraining myself from rolling my eyes at him.

He’s speaking to me as if I were a child!
I thought as I listened to him explaining the rules in minute detail.

The lingering warmth in my sex and the desire to know what was hidden in those many cupboards and drawers of his was much more interesting than the rules. His voice was stern and irritated when it broke through my thoughts, bringing me back to myself.

“What did I just say?”

“Umm...” I faltered, guiltily realizing that I had completely tuned him out. Sighing heavily he raked a hand through his hair and frowned at me.

“This isn’t some boring lecture, Rachel. These rules are for your safety and well-being, as well as mine. Despite whatever romantic notions you may have dreamt up while reading about dear Mr. Grey, I can assure you that they do not begin to compare to the things I want to do to you. Of course, if you wish to skip over the rules and jump right in, I’d be happy to accommodate you.” The dark intentions beneath his words turned my mouth suddenly dry, and I couldn’t hide my audible gulp.

“W-what do you want to do to me?” I heard myself ask, my voice sounding small and meek.

“For starters I want to tie you to that St. Andrews cross over there and flog you until you’re glistening with sweat and begging me to fuck you,” he said, his words sending a shock of fear and arousal down into my core.

How could his words both excite and terrify me at the same time? Looking over my shoulder to where he had gestured I spied the large wooden X with solid looking metal rings affixed at the end of each beam. It looked innocuous enough in the soft glow of the light overhead, but I had an idea of its menacing nature.

“And then while you’re begging for my cock I want to strap you to the spanking bench and turn your ass a delicious shade of pink,” he added, his words drawing me closer to him with their dark promise. My gaze was fixed on his mouth, watching his lips form each salacious word and wishing that I could feel them on my own tingling lips. “But before I can do any of these things I need to be sure that you understand the rules and guidelines that are here for your safety. Are you willing to pay attention now?”

“Yes, Sir.” Chastised and intrigued by his words I focused on him, paying careful attention as he explained the use of safe words.

Chapter Eight

“Have I exhausted you?” he asked, his voice soft and tinged with the warmth of his smile. Stifling a yawn I rolled my head on the back of the leather sofa to look at him.

“No... Sir,” I said, my reply broken by a yawn.

“Perhaps I had better let you go home. I’m sure I’ve given you a lot to think about.”

“No!” I burst out as I bolted upright, dreading the thought of leaving him. His smooth chuckle brought a flush to my cheeks.

“Perhaps you would like the tour then?”

Looking over my shoulder at the room behind us I felt the warmth spread from my cheeks down to my chest, my nipples stiffening in response against the silk of my shirt.

“Yes please, Sir.”

Rising fluidly he extended a hand towards me, pulling me up to my feet effortlessly. My breath halted in my throat at the nearness of him, his body warm and hard against mine. A long moment stretched out between us, his eyes smoldering as he looked down into my face, my hands clinging to the front of his shirt, my lips parting expectantly.

“Where would you like to start?” he asked, stepping back with a devilish tilt to his smile. Sighing in exasperation I turned to look at the tallest cabinet, my curiosity rekindled.

“There?” I asked, feeling suddenly shy.

Taking my hand gently he led me around the sofa and across the room, the concrete cool and smooth beneath my bare feet. Stopping in front of the cabinets he moved to stand behind me, his thumbs stroking small circles on the backs of my shoulders.

“Go ahead and open them.”

Reaching out tentatively I opened the first door, intrigued by the collection of objects hung neatly in rows on several carved wooden pegs.

“Floggers. Touch them if you like,” he said against my ear.

Licking my suddenly dry lips I trailed my fingers over the first flogger, feeling the intricately weaved leather on the handle and then the long pale grey tendrils that flowed through my fingers like water and then swung back and forth rhythmically when I released them.

“Lambskin. It makes a deliciously loud thud with no sting at all.”

Moving on to the next one I stroked the tails, the leather heavy and pebbled to the touch.

“Bison, also very thuddy. You can feel it deep in here,” he said, reaching around to lay a hand on my chest.

“Bull hide, lighter for more sting and less thud. Elk, one of my favorites,” he said, his hand remaining in place atop my chest.

I moved down the line, touching each one in turn, feeling the leather slide over my fingers as I tried to imagine how each one would feel on my skin.

“And this one?” I asked as I touched the mass of thin black and blue tails, the leather stiffer and rougher than any of the others, possessing a sharper edge.

“It’s a Kangaroo stinger. I’m sure you can guess how it might feel.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do any of these interest you?”

Leaning back against him I considered the question while relishing the contented hum that resonated through his chest and into my body. His hand that had been lying as a delicious weight on my chest now moved down to my breasts, skimming over the silk of my shirt to tease my skin with feather light touches. My nipples peaked beneath his barely there touch, my back arching to push my breasts up into his palm, seeking more contact and sensation.

“The ahh... oh... the l-lambskin,” I replied in a breathy whisper, my eyes drifting closed and my head rolling on his shoulder as he pinched and pulled my nipples through my shirt.

“Mmm, a perfect choice for the beginner. Should I use it here, maybe here, or even here?” he asked, first touching my breasts, then my butt and finally cupping my center, making me keen wantonly while rocking against his fingers.

“Yesss,” I sighed, flexing my hips to grind my sex against his hand through the fabric of my skirt.

Grasping my shirt by the hem he pulled it off over my head and tossed it in the direction of the couch. The air was cool against my skin after the warmth of my shirt and made me shiver. Turning me around to face him he pushed a few loose strands of hair back from my face, stroking my cheek tenderly.

“I like that you’re very eager to learn, but you do understand that we don’t have to do it all in one night don’t you? You are far more innocent than any other submissive I have trained, and yet you take to it like a duck to water. Tell me to stop.” His words became impassioned and desperate as he went on, his eyes full of pleading as if asking me for permission, whether to stop or continue I wasn’t sure.

“Never stop,” I heard myself reply, my voice sounding more confident than I felt, and yet the words rang true deep in my soul. It was all so new and exhilarating, and beneath the excitement and arousal it felt so right it was almost scary.

Leaning in to me he placed a tender kiss on my forehead, and then on each of my eyelids when my eyes drifted closed. His lips roamed over my face, tasting my eyelids, cheeks, chin, and finally my lips, his kiss at first soft and coaxing and then more demanding and hungry. Slipping my arms around his shoulders I tangled my fingers in his long ponytail, his hair sliding through my fingers with a fluidity akin to the floggers hung in the cabinet behind us. I moaned into his kiss when he grasped my butt through my skirt, squeezing my flesh and pulling me tight against him to feel the stiffness of his erection against my belly. Grinding his hardness into me he growled through his kisses, sucking my lower lip into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth.

Finally breaking the kiss he paused to press his forehead against mine, his breaths heavy and fast and his fingers trembling where they clutched my ass.

“How do you bewitch me so?” he murmured into the narrow space between us. “I’m going to have to flog you before I give in and just fuck you over the back of the couch.”

Breathless and trembling I could only nod as he pulled the lambskin flogger from the cabinet, entwined his fingers with mine and led me towards a large and strange looking piece of furniture. Made of sturdy oak with a dark mahogany finish, the top padded and covered in black leather, it looked similar to the massage chairs I had seen in the mall, but wider and without the face rest. The main part of the bench was angled upwards and narrowed towards the top with two padded knee rests protruding from the bottom and arm rests running along the sides. Metal rings were attached on either side of the knee and arms rests and at intervals along the sides of the bench.

Unzipping my skirt he slid it down over my hips, pausing briefly to bend and place a single kiss on my mound before guiding me into position, helping me arrange my knees comfortably and then lean on the bench, urging my hands to grip the handles built into the arm rests.

Dropping down to his haunches beside me he stroked my hair, guiding my braid over my shoulder and out of the way.

“Would you like me to restrain you?”

“I-I’m not sure,” I answered truthfully, my voice beginning to shake just a little.

“Another time then. Remember, yellow to slow down and red to stop. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, my body buzzing with excitement and trepidation.

“Grip the handles and remember to breathe.”

Curling my hands around the smooth wooden handles I drew a deep breath into my lungs only to have it rush out of me a moment later at the first whispering touch of the leather against my bare skin. The tails were cool and soft as he trailed them over my back, starting at my shoulders and following the curves of my body all the way down to my spread thighs. I shivered as the tickling sensation of the flogger sliding over my bare skin brought every nerve ending in my body to buzzing attention. Waiting just long enough for me to take another breath, he drew the flogger up and over his shoulder and brought it down in a long arc that landed squarely between my shoulders.

I was shocked to find that there was none of the expected pain, just a deep thud that reverberated through my chest accompanied by a feeling of pressure as if he were pressing his hands on my back. A shudder rippled through me and straight down into my nipples at the tickling feel of the tails sliding across my skin as he drew the flogger back to strike again. Drawing the tails through his other hand he lifted it to his shoulder and then let it fall down upon me, striking the same spot.