Lost in Light (13 page)

Warmth blossomed in my skin, combining with the sensation of pressure to create a feeling I had not anticipated – comfort. It was like my mom’s homemade mac n’ cheese, the tangy mechanic smell of my dad’s garage, and the soft feel of the quilt my grandmother had made for me when I was a child, all rolled into one. I was home. Here in this man’s basement playroom, surrounded by devices of pleasure and pain, I felt more at home than I had ever before.

Two licks of the flogger turned into five, and then ten, each strike layering warmth and sensation upon me as he danced the tails over my back. I felt weightless and heavy-limbed all at once, my mind far away and awash in glowing ecstasy. Time was meaningless as I became lost in the sensation of the leather strands striking my flesh, echoing deep into my core where they crashed against me again and again like waves breaking on a beach.

I distantly became aware of someone moaning low and deep as each strike of the flogger landed upon me. Their wordless cries rising in pitch and volume until it sounded as if they were screaming in ecstasy. At the same time I noticed the heat and wetness gathering between my legs and smearing across my inner thighs as I writhed atop the bench.

It took several minutes to realize that he had stopped flogging me, that gentle fingers smoothed the wild tendrils of my hair back from my sweat moistened face. The nerve endings in my back were so alive with the fire of pleasure and pain that I would have sworn the blows were still being rained down upon me.

Following the curve of my cheek, down to my shoulder and across the heat of my back, his fingers wrenched a pleading moan from my lips. I arched my body across the slick leather, both seeking the touch of his fingers and to escape them. Skimming along my spine his fingers moved down to my butt and then to my spread thighs. I was too far gone to even think of being embarrassed when his fingers slid between my slick thighs to cup my dripping sex in the palm of his hand. Rocking against his hand I moved my hips in an attempt to rub my aching clit against his questing fingers, my sex heavy and swollen.

Answering my wordless plea he slid two fingers through my wet folds and into me, curling them inside to massage parts of me that I hadn’t even known existed. His skilled fingers tossed me into a sea of bliss that drowned me in waves of pleasure until I crashed, screaming, over the edge and into an orgasm that left me boneless and incoherent.

Seconds passed, or it may have been minutes, I couldn’t be sure as I drifted in and out of awareness. The feeling of strong arms guiding me up to my feet brought me back to myself. I felt as if I were floating when he picked me up, cradled against his chest, and carried me to the couch. Settling on the couch he kept me cuddled in his lap, the warmth of him and the steady beat of his heart against my ear lulling me to the edge of sleep in a matter of moments.

“You may stay in the guestroom if you like, or I can drive you home,” he said against my hair as I lay boneless and satiated in his lap, fighting the pull of sleep to stay awake just a minute longer.

“I’d like to stay... if that’s okay,” I answered sleepily, yawning wide as I buried my nose in the front of his shirt, the sweet and musky smell of his cologne surrounding me. Tucking his arms under me he rose steadily to his feet, carrying me like a child against his chest up the stairs to the main floor, and then up to the second story.

I was dimly aware of him saying “The bathroom is at the top of the stairs here and I am down the hall to the left,” as he carried me into a dark room, pausing inside the doorway to flip a switch that brought a small lamp beside the bed to life. The room was spacious and filled with comfortable, solid wood furniture. Setting me down on my feet he pulled back the sheet and comforter before guiding me down onto the incredibly soft mattress. I felt weightless and warm, as if already dreaming, as I sank down into the soft bed, snuggling into the pillows and humming contentedly as he tucked the covers around me.

“Goodnight, Rachel,” he said, his lips caressing the skin of my forehead.

“G ’night, Sir,” I murmured, slipping down into sleep.

Chapter Nine

The room was dark and unfamiliar when I awoke, momentarily disoriented and panicked, as I fought my way up through the fog of sleep clouding my mind. Moving in the bed I felt my muscles whine in protest, instantly bringing back the memory of Professor Davis’s hands on me and the feel of the lambskin flogger landing upon the bare skin of my back. I couldn’t help the Cheshire cat grin that must have practically shone in the darkness.

God, the feelings that he inspires in me, it’s so good it must be criminal!
I thought as I rolled over again, slowly becoming aware of the pressure in my bladder.

Trying to ignore the need to pee I thought again of the soft leather raining down on my skin and how the thud of it had resonated deep in my chest, striking a cord within me that I hadn’t known existed. But despite my best efforts I couldn’t ignore my bladder any longer. Getting out of the bed I shivered in the cool air and cracking the door open peeked into the hallway. The house was quiet and dark, and after pausing for a moment to listen for any sounds, I darted naked into the hallway and then the bathroom.

After relieving myself and washing my hands I stood in front of the framed mirror above the pedestal sink, studying my reflection. I didn’t look any different than I had yesterday, or even a week before, and yet I felt utterly transformed.

The girl with the wide blue eyes and disheveled red hair staring back at me was both familiar and wholly alien. She wasn’t the naive and innocent girl I had been before. She had been spanked and flogged, had experienced earth shattering orgasms, and wanted to give herself completely to a man she had respected for years but never truly understood until now. She was wild, kinky, and bold in a way I had never been.

I liked her.

Gazing at the closed door beside me I wondered if she was bold enough to enter a man’s room and slip into his bed. Biting my lip in indecision I idly unraveled my hair from its braid, running my fingers through it to loosen the waves. It fell past my shoulders in a dark red cloud, tickling my back and reminding me of the warmth I had felt there mere hours ago. Turning in front of the mirror I looked at myself over my shoulder, checking see if there were any marks on my flesh, finding nothing but smooth skin. Taking a deep breath I opened the door and shut off the light, stopping in the doorway to look down the hallway to Professor Davis’s bedroom.

Moving through the house as quietly as I could I saw faint light spilling out of his open doorway though there was no sound coming from his room. The streetlamp outside cast a weak light through the closed blinds and illuminated the room just enough for me to make out the shapes of the furniture. The room was dominated by a large bed that looked vaguely medieval in the gloom, the solid looking posts at each corner almost reaching the ceiling. I was able to make out the shape of a chest at the end of the bed and a small table on each side. His heavy breaths drew my attention to the shape of him in the bed and instantly I felt as though I were intruding. Biting my lip in anxiousness I stood in the doorway, wavering between going back to my room or venturing further into his.

Deciding that I was being foolish and overstepping my bounds I turned to tiptoe back to the guestroom when his sleepy voice broke through the silence.

“Do you need something, Rachel?”

Cursing my curiosity I slowly turned back to face him, barely able to see him propped up on his elbows in the bed. Although I couldn’t see it, there was no mistaking the devious smile in his voice.

“I was err... I mean that I umm... went to the bathroom and must have gotten turned around,” I replied, sure that he could sense the lie in my words.

“Is that so? Do you need me to show you the way back?”

I frowned at the smugness in his voice and was about to come back with some snarky retort when he added, “Or would you prefer to join me?”

Overcome with nervousness I berated myself mentally,
Good going Rachel, you got what you wanted but now you’re too chicken shit to do anything about it. Curiosity killed the cat you know, and you don’t have nine lives!

The sound of him patting the mattress brought me back to myself and spurred me to action. Mustering the dregs of my confidence I stepped into the room, thankful for the darkness that hid my nudity, though my shyness was foolish considering that he had already seen every inch of me.

Moving quickly across the room I gratefully slid under the covers and then almost leapt back out of the bed when I encountered the long line of his warm, and very naked, body. I tried to disguise my startled gasp with a small cough and felt myself blush when he chuckled deeply.

Get it together, Rache. Why wouldn’t he be naked? It’s his bed in his house, he can be naked if he wants to be
, I admonished myself as I fought to get my racing pulse back under control.

“Hush, little dove,” he whispered in the dark, curling one arm around my waist and pulling me up against his body. Relaxing into him I felt my body melt into his, seeming to fit perfectly against his chest. His hand was soft as it skimmed along my body, starting at my shoulder and moving down the length of my arm to my hip and thigh and then back up again, while the other traced senseless circles just above my butt. We lay like that for several minutes, his hands soothing me as my pulse slowed and drowsiness began to flow over me again.

“Better?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You don’t have to call me Sir here, unless you want to. Now, go to sleep.”

“Not tired,” I murmured, though my voice was thick and slow.

“No? Then what do you suggest we do?” he asked, his hand sliding from my hip to my stomach, circling my navel slowly.

Rather than speaking I laid my hand on his hip and leaned into him, searching out his lips in the darkness. Pride swelled in my chest at his surprised hum of pleasure, and I was further emboldened as he allowed me to explore his mouth with my lips and tongue.

I could feel the desire growing in him in the urgent touch of his hands and the growing erection pressed against my hip, but he remained calm and pliant, letting me find my confidence. Moving my hand from his hip I skimmed my fingers over his stomach and up his chest, the soft hair a distinct difference from Jake’s smooth chest and stomach. It wasn’t overly thick but fully covered his chest and abdomen, thinning into a narrow trail below his navel.

His breath whistled through his teeth when I tugged and twisted one of his nipples as he seemed fond of doing to my own. I was rewarded with a low growl of “Vixen” when I repeated the action, twisting his nipple a little harder and then soothing it with a long swipe of my tongue. Switching to his other nipple I was startled to find a small metal ring running through his flesh. I hesitated for a moment, unsure as to whether it would hurt him if I pulled on the ring. Answering my unspoken question he arched against me, all liquid muscles and hot skin, urging me to take him into my mouth.

The metal, warmed by his skin, clicked against my teeth when I tentatively licked and sucked the already stiff pebble. Feeling emboldened by his low and rumbling moan of pleasure I grasped the ring between my teeth and tugged gently, the pitch of his breaths letting me know when I was nearing the edge of pain. Letting the ring slip from between my teeth with a faint
click
I immediately sucked it back into my mouth to swirl the tip of my tongue over the little nub.

“Like that do you?” he chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my lips. “Perhaps I should give you a matching set.”

Shocked by his words I drew back, staring at the vague outline of him in the dark. The thought of him piercing my nipples, or any part of me for that matter, had absolutely no allure and filled me with dread. My fear was like ice water in my veins, dousing my arousal in an instant.

“Is that a no?” he mused, reaching out to stroke his thumb over my cheek.

“I don’t think I’d like that. I nearly passed out when I had my ears pierced,” I explained, grateful for the darkness that hid my embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I…”

“Shush, little dove. There’s no need to apologize. I’m glad that you are being honest with me. I want to bring you pleasure, and yes some pain too, but I would never do anything that you don’t truly want.” His words were almost as comforting as the soft hands that gathered me back into the shelter of his arms, his lips whispering over the skin of my forehead as he tucked my head into the hollow of his neck.

Soothing fingers traced along my spine and I soon found myself melting into his embrace once more, the lingering traces of his cologne sweet like vanilla and brown sugar when I buried my nose in his neck, his stubble rough against my skin. Daring to press a kiss to his neck I was delighted by his response, a sinuous flexing of his hips that pressed his erection against my thigh.

Apparently that’s a sensitive spot,
I thought with a smug smile.

Peppering his neck with kisses I judged the more sensitive areas by the pauses in his breathing and the rolling motion of his hips. Dragging my teeth against the smooth skin of his collarbone I danced my fingers over his ribs down towards his hip bone, the skin there as soft and smooth as silk.

I’d always had some strange fascination with a man’s hipbones, though I’d never had the chance to explore them. I’d seen plenty of shirtless men on TV, in ads, and at Chatfield Reservoir in the summer, and whenever I had seen that slight protrusion of a man’s hips I had wondered what it would be like to rub my cheek against that skin and how it would taste under my tongue.

I’d never been brave enough to find out with Jake, always worried that he would mistake my inquisitiveness for a desire to perform oral sex, something that filled me with hesitation and uncertainty. But if there was anyone who would allow me to satiate my curiosity without any pressure or judgment it was the man lying naked beside me in the dark. Bestowing one last nibbling kiss on the tender flesh at the juncture between his neck and shoulder I drew a steadying breath and began my slow descent.