Sensitive ~ Paranormal Erotica (3 page)

I dreamt of water. Vast and open, like it
covered the entire planet. Still, calm, clear water.

I sank deep inside it. The water was cool
and clean, so clear I could see on in every direction.

I drifted deeper. The water caressed my
every pore. I was able to breathe, despite the glittering surface
being far above me.

I opened my eyes.

The jolt into consciousness was vexing. I
hadn’t been dreaming. I really was under water. I gasped, but air
didn’t fill my throat and my lungs painfully contracted.

Then air was mechanically forced into my
lungs. I lifted my hands to my face. A breathing tube filled my
throat and a mask was secured over my face. Reflexively I started
to tear it out, but then reason held me.

I was under water. If I pulled it out, I
wouldn’t be able to breathe.

The water rushing around me stilled. The
ventilator periodically filling my lungs, I tried to focus to see.
I was in a glass tank set in the middle of a bright room. A man in
a doctor’s coat stood on the side of the tank, turning a dial. He
had a worried expression on his face. I tried to get him to meet my
gaze but he didn’t.

I thought of Luke in that Star Wars movie,
waking in a water tank after almost freezing to death.

I looked up. The top of the tank was sealed
with a metal disk. I gasped, but again breathed against the
ventilator. I dug my fingers into the side of the mask.

Before I could tear it off, I met eyes with
the stranger standing directly outside the tank.

Jordan.

He mouthed “stop” through the glass. I shook
my head. I banged my hand on the locked lid.

“
Wait,” he mouthed. His
face was drawn with concern.

A full breath filled my lungs. Jordan nodded
to me and stepped to the left.

I looked down. I was dressed in white
panties and bra. My feet touched the metal base of the tank,
covered with smooth holes. That’s where the rushing water had come
from.

There has to be a way out.

I looked up, but my gaze fell on Jordan. He
was filling a needle from a vile. Next to him was a suspended IV
bag. The tube led to the top of the tank then inside, going down to
my arm. The ventilator tried to fill my lungs but I held it,
shaking my head at him.

Jordan pushed the needle’s tip in a joint of
the IV and met my eyes. I clutched the tube and tape on my arm,
prepared to rip it out.

“
Stop.” His mouth formed
the word and his eyes pleaded it.

I looked down to the needle in his hand.
Seeing me settle, Jordan’s body loosened. He gradually pushed the
plunger of the needle, freeing its contents into the plastic tube.
I felt a twinge in my private area from the slightly sexual act. I
held the IV tube in my hand, but I didn’t pull it out. In moments I
felt the numbing flush up my arm from whatever he injected it
with.

Jordan placed his palm against the tank. I
closed my eyes a long moment. I wanted to be held in his arms. I
wanted to be alone with him in some dark room, not exposed and
distant in this... research lab. I wanted to feel him inside me,
not just imagine him there.

I placed my hand over his on the glass.

It’s almost over.
His voice was in my head.

Great, now you’re going crazy again.

I stood there, suspended, the ventilator
breathing for me and the drug making my body feel detached and
lethargic.

He probably doesn’t even want you. He’s a
doctor, and you are just a patient. Yeah, a mental patient.

Jordan reached over to the dial the man in
the lab coat had turned. He began to twist it, keeping my gaze.

The look on his face was passionate and
intense. My sensitive folds warmed and contracted under the
panties. I pressed my legs together. He turned the dial further and
jets of water flowed over my feet and legs. I tilted my pelvis, the
rushing water providing some privacy. He turned the dial again and
the water rippled all over my body. I could no longer see Jordan,
but I knew he was there, his palm still across mine on the
tank.

Sensation rushed over my
private areas. My pelvis tightened with pleasure.
What are you doing?
My
conscience scolded me. But I didn’t care. I wanted more of it, and
I wanted it at his hand.

The current became stronger. My back arched
and my head fell back, welcoming the rush over my skin. Normally,
it was very difficult to make me reach orgasm. My previous
boyfriends rarely took me there. I mostly faked it, just to make
them think they were doing a good job. Still, I almost came right
there, just from rushing water and the thought of Jordan’s touch on
me.

My excitement, however,
began to dull. I was losing ability to feel the moving
water.
The drugs.
I would have scowled at the IV if I could open my eyes to see
it. The rush intensified, almost strong enough to be painful, but I
couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel anything.

I slowly became aware of my body, sore but
comfortable. A hand cupped my neck and lifted my head up.

“
Drink,” a sultry voice
stated. Something cold pressed against my lips. I swallowed the
water that was poured into my mouth.

Water.
I opened my eyes, expecting to see the tank, but instead I
saw a cream colored, spacious room.

Holy shit, was that real?

I lay on a large bed under a white
pillow-stuffed comforter. The room was softly lit with fixtures
built in the molding. The walls were empty, except for the wall to
my right. A floor to ceiling waterfall decorated the middle of the
wall. It was at least eight feet wide and sounded like a forest
stream. On either side of it were what looked like windows, except
the glass was darkened.

The hand supporting my head laid me back and
I sank into a pillow. I looked up to Jordan seated on the bed
beside me.

“
Where am I?” I asked
quickly, before I could get lost in his eyes.

He held his hands together over his lap. “A
research facility,” he answered. I wanted to laugh, but his face
was serious.

“
Are you government?” I
pushed my elbows into the bed to sit up. I cringed a moment, my
body protesting from having lain in the same position for too long.
Jordan moved his hand beside me, but I was able to sit up on my
own. I noticed the IV was gone from my arm. I looked back to
Jordan, demanding an answer.

“
Sort of,” he
answered.

I looked around again, expecting to see
security cameras mounted on the ceilings. There were none. I found
the door on the far end of the room. I thought it would have chains
and locks and a peep window, like some mental hospital, but it was
just a normal door.

“
Why did you bring me
here?” Gazing at him, my breath caught in my throat.
Shit.
His hair was loose
over his shoulders, shining black and smooth. He wore a
form-molding white shirt. And my... his form. Chiseled and muscular
torso, toned arms. He wore black jeans and a leather
belt.

He knew I was staring at him because he
didn’t respond until I looked back up to his eyes. His expression
wasn’t condescending; he was almost smiling. “This is a place for
people like us.”

“
Us?” I could guess what
he meant. He touched my arm, sending rippling sensation across my
skin. That confirmed it.

Stress, opiates, head injury... all causes
of delusions and hallucinations. Heat stroke... that’s it. You
passed out in the parking lot on your way to class. And
dreamed...

I met his charming eyes.

...
of the most handsome man alive.

He waited for my thoughts to settle. “Come,”
he stated and offered his hand, “I’ll show you.”

If it is a hallucination, why not play
along?

I took his hand. I pulled the blankets
aside, worried I would only be dressed in underwear. But I was
wearing a light-fabric white tank and shorts. Feeling woozy, I
tightly held Jordan’s hand to get out of the bed.

As I stood my back spasmed. I cringed,
unable to move. I definitely had been laying in one position for
too long.

I felt Jordan place his open hand on my
lower back. Warmth radiated through the cotton shirt. The pain
wasn’t just dulled, it dissolved. My back straightened and my
energy renewed. I turned to Jordan, his hand still on the small of
my back, strength and warmth still filling me.

“
How do you do that?” I
whispered.

He stood three or four inches taller than
me. His dark eyes reflected the light. His fingers pressed against
my back and I had to close my eyes from the rush that went through
my body.

I am alone with him.

I opened my eyes and stared at him in
disbelief. Not so much that he had magic hands, but because of how
his attention was so completely filled by me. No one had ever paid
this much attention to me before, not even ex-boyfriends.

I realized he still held my hand. Hesitantly
I wrapped my fingers around his, feeling his skin. I watched him,
worried he would pull away, but he didn’t. I’m sure I blushed like
a schoolgirl.

His hand lowered from my back. “We are made
of energy.” He gestured forward. “Touch the window.”

I looked to the dark rectangles on the wall.
He walked beside me, keeping hold of my hand.

I stopped before the dark glass, reached
forward and pressed it with a fingertip.

The glass immediately changed, becoming
transparent and letting in the light from a bright, open area
beyond.

“
How?”

“
The window responded to
the electricity in your touch. It is the same as turning on a
transitional touch lamp or using a touch screen phone.”

I paused, gazing out the window. The room we
were in was on the second story of a large complex overlooking a
courtyard. People walked through trees and fountains, gardens and
benches. The courtyard was surrounded on all sides by buildings and
large, rectangular windows like the one we stared out of.

“
Some people are more
sensitive to this energy,” Jordan stated.

People below walked or sat
together, some sat alone reading or laying out on the grass.
Peaceful, but a little creepy.
Above the courtyard was not open. It was covered
by a dome of glass that let in the sun’s light.

“
Some people learn to
manipulate it.”

I looked back to Jordan
and lifted my hand out of his.
He’s as
crazy as you are.
My chest tightened and I
could feel my heart pound against it.

“
What do you want with
me?”

He faced me squarely. He responded to my
accusing tone with deliberate calmness. “You have a gift, Miya. We
can teach you to use it.”

I felt sick.
Of course it was too good to be true. You’ve
ended up in the looney bin at last.
“And
if I don’t want to learn?”

He stepped closer. His
proximity caused tingling across the body.
It’s just your imagination.

“
We will make you forget,”
Jordan whispered, his eyes lowered. “You’ll wake up in your
apartment with no memory of this place, or anything that has
happened.” My body started shaking. “But if you chose to stay,” he
met my eyes and my breath caught, “I will show you things that
you’ve only dreamed of.”

I swallowed hard. I pictured myself running
for the door, being caught, restrained, and sedated, much like the
trip it took to get here. Jordan crossed his arms and waited,
staring at me.

“
What...” my voice
cracked. I cleared my throat. “What sort of things?”

Jalin nodded behind me to the enormous
waterfall. I walked to the center of where it ran across the wall
and onto a pool on the floor.

“
This water flows through
the entire facility. If you touch it, you should be able to feel
what I’m talking about.”

Fine, just a test.
I reached my hand forward to touch the water. A
few inches from the flowing water, my hand hesitated. Jordan
stepped beside me. My brows lowered, and I forced my fingers into
the stream.

The explosion of sensation was like nothing
I had ever felt before. It was like an electric shock. For a
heartbeat I left my hand under the water, but in that small space
of time a conglomerate of images and feelings flooded my awareness.
Too fast to understand them distinctly, the fragments made me think
of many different people.