Chapter 23
KYLIE
“On your knees,” Luc commanded. My thoughts ceased and my body responded instantly to his request.
I moved towards the living room, grabbed a pillow from the couch, and dropped into position.
“Kylie, girl, you look so beautiful. But you forgot something. Last reminder. Clothes off before you get on your knees for me.”
My mouth formed an O as I met Luc’s gaze, and shame washed over me for failing his simple command.
“Sorry, sir.”
I removed my T-shirt in a rush as his eyes drank me in.
The power of his stare created an incredible high.
Every nerve ending in my body fired—the cool, air-conditioned temperature contrasted with the heat radiating from my body.
I shivered slightly, in part from the chill, but then from the anticipation of Luc’s touch as it triggered full-body trembling.
He’d read most of my answers, and with those pages, he’d learned things about my kinks that I had shared with no one before today. I even surprised myself when I answered the questionnaire.
I unbuttoned my shorts, gave a slight flick, and they slipped to the floor, pooling at my feet before I kicked them away.
Luc’s eyes never wavered, but I now recognized his tell, the slight tick of his jaw, the only outward sign as he struggled with restraint. His need for control was an aphrodisiac; it brought out the side in me that wanted to submit and felt safe enough to turn over my power to him.
Luc approached where I stood as my bra and panties hit the floor, and he fished a piece of black fabric from his pocket. He pressed a light kiss on my forehead.
“Ready to play?”
I nodded and said, “Yes, sir.”
And then he covered my eyes, tying the fabric behind my head; the make-shift blindfold shuttered every ounce of light.
I sensed when he stepped away from me, the chill in the air becoming more apparent against my bare skin.
My sense of touch amplified as I stood in the pitch-black darkness.
I inched closer, sensing him nearby, needing to feel the heat of his body against mine.
“My God, you’re beautiful. From your sweet, innocent smile…”
Luc traced the outline of my lower lip with his thumb, and my mouth opened with a gasp as he pressed his finger inside, and I sucked.
He withdrew his thumb; his hand traced the line of my jaw. His featherlight touch caused goosebumps to erupt as they danced from my neck to cup my breast.
“Perfect little tits,” he said as his large hand covered my breast, I right where I ached to be touched.
His calloused thumb rubbed my hard nipple, eliciting a whimper.
A cry ripped from me as he pinched it, steadily increasing the pressure to the point of near-pain.
Sensation flooded through me when he released it.
“Ah, I think the nipple clamps are more than a maybe, yes?”
“Yes.”
I nodded, still enjoying the sting of my over-used nipple.
“And your haircut,” he said as his fingers ran through the downy, manicured curls at the apex of my thigh. “So fucking pretty. You were made for me.”
Luc scooped me up, and I visualized his path as I traced his steps toward the stairs. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized he had hung a right towards the spare room.
“Playroom tonight.”
I shivered in his arms. Anticipating what he had in store for me sent a sharp rush of desire to my groin. I squirmed to relieve the tension as it continued to build.
“Be still.”
His deep growl bit through the air, and I complied. His day-old stubble scratched my jawline as he nuzzled my cheek, showing his appreciation.
Luc set me on my feet, a slight pressure on my shoulders, and I took a step back until I felt the wood of the cross as the smooth wood chilled my bare, sensitive skin.
My chest heaved in anticipation as I heard his heavy steps crossing the room.
The drawer squeaked, and I heard a faint rustling.
I visualized his extensive collection and struggled not to remove the blindfold.
I was acutely aware of his body’s position in relation to mine. I heard him close the drawer. The metal of the buckles squeaked, and my heart rate spiked.
His fingertips brushed the side of my waist as he raised my arm, strapping it to the top of the cross, and then repeated the process with my other arm.
When he spread my legs and attached my ankles, the leather of the cuff bit deliciously into my flesh.
The cool air on my clit ripped a moan from my throat.
His mouth nipped and sucked from my calf to my inner thigh, and when he found the aching flesh at the center, he swept his tongue across it, causing me to cry out in frustration as I strained against my bonds.
“Are you okay?”
“No!” I wanted more than a tease, and recognized that I sounded like a brat.
Luc chuckled. “Want me to stop?”
“No.” My voice cracked, sounding pathetic to my own ears. My clit thrummed, my nipples felt every slight change in the room’s airflow, and I grunted when Luc blew a hot breath across my chest.
“What do you say if you want me to stop?”
“Red.”
Luc’s fingers worked my nipples into tight peaks, and I gasped as he fastened clamps on each breast, a heavy chain sagging in the center of my chest. The pinch of the clamps created a delicious, biting sensation, and when Luc tugged at the chain and stretched my sensitive nipples, a wave of desire rushed south.
“Green?”
“Green,” I confirmed with a nod.
Luc pressed his whole body against mine, his clothes rough against my bare flesh. The contrast of power heightened as I yielded trust to him.
“You won’t be able to hear anymore, ready?”
“Wh-What?”
“Noise cancelation headphones. Are you ready?”
“Okay.”
“If things get too intense, use your safe word and we halt play immediately. Got it?”
“Got it.”
I had expected music, but the headphones drove me into absolute silence. Losing the additional sense caused a moment of panic. Luc’s hand stroked my cheek, grounding me at the moment as every nerve ending came alive.
His mouth captured mine, his tongue stroked mine, and I met his enthusiasm. The taste of mint exploded in my mouth. I devoured his mouth, the shackles at my wrists tightening against my raw flesh.
I cried out in frustration when he pulled his mouth from mine. Only Luc’s touch, kiss, and presence kept me grounded in reality.
His rough skin scraped against my flesh as his hands descended upon me. His tongue flicked the overstimulated tip of my nipple, and I whimpered.
A bolt of arousal shocked me when I felt his hands rest on the tops of my thighs. His hot breath was so close to my aching flesh. He teased my inner thigh with his lips. His stubble scratched against my skin.
I jerked when his mouth assaulted my clit. He tongued my clit hard and fast, replacing his deliberate and gentle touch and driving me over the edge. The orgasm wracked my body. His name tore from my throat in a long, guttural cry.
He continued sucking, and another orgasm tore through me as I begged for him to stop. My inner thoughts shrieked for him to stop! Go! Never stop!
Then, my mind went blank.
Luc inserted what I guessed to be a glass dildo deep into my pussy. The chill of the toy contrasted with the heat of the surrounding walls as they gripped the toy.
My body went limp, the cuffs tugging and holding me in place. My wrists ached with the pressure. I wasn’t numb, but everything felt light as I slipped into a trance, and my body stopped resisting the rolling orgasms Luc drew from my body. I lost track of time.
When Luc pressed himself against me the next time, I felt his bare flesh, his heat adding to the warm, floating feeling. His removal of the nipple clamps caused a sharp rush of throbbing sensation.
“Umm,” I groaned, straining as I sought contact with Luc’s warmth.
He had unstrapped my ankles, and I draped my legs around his body. He removed the glass dildo and thrust inside me, my back pounding against the wood of the cross.
My head lolled. Luc released both my arms, and I let them fall to his shoulders.
My body found yet another release as he continued thrusting hard and deep, his pace quickening and becoming more erratic just before he stilled.
I felt the sharp rise and fall of his chest as he buried his face in my neck.
He removed the headphones while still buried deep inside me.
I groaned at the abrupt intrusion of sound. My head dropped to his shoulder, and the sound of his feet thudded as he walked me from the playroom to the bedroom suite.
Luc placed me on the bathroom vanity and slipped the blindfold off of my head. I blinked in the darkened bathroom as my eyes struggled to adjust. He withdrew, disposed of the condom, and maintained a constant physical connection with me, his hands resting on my thighs.
The light from the bedroom allowed me to see our faint reflection in the mirror. My body’s lightness made it difficult for me to reconnect with reality.
I felt myself slowly regain awareness as Luc stroked my hair, the sensation grounding me back to reality. It was as if I had been so in tuned with my body that the only reality was the sensation. All thoughts had ceased.
“Are you thirsty?”
“Yes, please.”
My raspy voice startled me; my throat burned, and I sounded hoarse.
I drank from the glass of water Luc handed me, the cool water soothing my throat. I emptied it, passed him the empty glass, and he refilled it in the sink.
My hand went to my throat, the burn an indication that I had screamed myself hoarse.
“Was I too loud?” I asked, worried that I had embarrassed myself.
“Kylie, you’re so fucking perfect. What you say or do while you’re in subspace is an absolute gift to me. Do not let yourself become self-conscious about that. You and I will be the only ones who will ever hear you when we play. Look at me.”
My eyes sought his, pleading for reassurance; I found complete acceptance.
“Have you ever experienced subspace before?”
“What?” I asked in confusion as I registered what he had just said. Then it hit me, recalling a mention from a book about a submissive experiencing an almost out-of-body sensation. Experiences vary, yet that was my feeling. And I was having trouble getting the fog to lift.
His gaze held mine as my brain formed the connections. Everything was working slower than usual. I leaned into him, craving the physical connection and the safety of his arms.
I shook my head. “No, that was a first. But, fuck, Luc, that was intense.”
I peeked around Luc, shocked, when I noticed the time on his bedside clock. We had spent hours in the playroom; losing track of time was a common occurrence when I was with Luc.
His thumb grazed the marks that had formed on my wrists. “What is your shower preference: tonight or tomorrow?”
“The morning is fine. I feel like a morning shower helps me wake up for work.”
He nodded and wrapped me in his arms once again, and I leaned into him, his scent woodsy but with a hint of sex.
He squeezed a dollop of toothpaste on the toothbrush I had used the last time I spent the night, grabbed his toothbrush, and I watched him as we both went through the motions. I brushed, spit, and swished with the cup of water he passed to me.
Once we finished with our teeth, he picked me up and set me on the toilet.
“Are you staying in here while I pee?”
“Yes. I’m not leaving you alone right now.”
I hadn’t realized I had to pee, and as soon as I relaxed, it flowed out of me. I wiped, feeling shy only now after being spread wide open for this man to do as he pleased only minutes before. Once I finished, Luc took turns and relieved himself.
After we were in bed, Luc wrapped around me, becoming the big spoon. Even with his heat surrounding me, I shivered as my body adjusted to the intense shift in adrenaline. Luc rubbed his hands up and down my arms until I had stopped shaking.
“How are you feeling?”
“A little tired, but great.”
He pushed my hair off from my face and planted a soft kiss on the top of my head.
“Then sleep. Please wake me up if you need anything, okay?
I nodded, yawned, and then succumbed to sleep.