Her Darkest Desires (6 page)

She heard the door open and met Kyle’s eyes in the mirror as he approached the bed. He’d changed clothes again. This time he was dressed only in a skin-tight pair of black leather pants. He strode in, arms crossed over his chest. His muscular arms glistened in the flickering candlelight.

“I see you’ve obeyed my instructions.”

He came closer and reached out one hand to fondle her naked ass. “Now, hand me the hairbrush, Claire, and beg me to spank you with it.”

She swallowed, but the lump in her throat made it hard to speak. Burying her head in the mattress, she stretched out one hand, picked up the heavy wooden brush, and held it out to him, her hand shaking.

“Please spank my ass,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

“You can do better than that, Claire. First of all, from now on, you will address me as ‘Sir’. Failure to do so will result in immediate punishment. Second, I require that you watch everything in the mirror as it happens. I need to have you acknowledge the reality of everything you’re doing, everything that is done to you. Once you’ve seen yourself bent over the bed, surrendering your will to me, you can no longer deny the existence of your hidden yearnings. Over the next three days, I’m going to make you stare at your face in the mirror each time you promise to do wicked, forbidden things—for my pleasure, whenever I demand it. And you will do anything I command, Claire, because that is your shameful secret. I’ve seen into your soul. I know that giving up control is what you fear the most—and what you hunger for deep inside. I’m going to set you free, Claire… by taking away your right to say no.”

His voice had taken on a hypnotic tone, and Claire found herself staring at the scene in the mirror, unable to tear her eyes away. What she felt went far beyond physical arousal. Her body was shivering as though racked with fever. She was drowning in his words, longing for release, desperate for Kyle to do something,
anything
to relieve her torment.

“Now, ask me again, Claire.
Beg
me.”

“Please, Sir, I want to give up control. Will you spank my ass? Please?”

Wordlessly, he took the hairbrush from her shaking hand. Staring into her eyes in the mirror, he brought it down on her ass with a loud CRACK.

Claire gasped. There was a moment of shock, followed immediately by searing fire. She bit her lip, trying not to make a sound.

“Now say ‘thank you’.”

“What?” She stared at him in the mirror, not understanding.

The hairbrush connected again, this time on the other cheek. She cried out.

“I said tell me ‘thank you’ for doing as you asked,” he replied, his voice expressionless. “You will thank me after each stroke.”

“Th… thank you,” she stammered.

The paddle cracked down again on her ass. Harder.

“Sir,” he said. “It’s ‘thank you, Sir’.”

Claire fought back tears. “Thank you, Sir.”

The flat of the hairbrush connected again, this time smacking the same spot it had hit before. Claire moaned, instinctively jerking away, before remembering the words just in time. “Thank you, Sir.”

“If you move again, this session will be postponed until tonight, and I’ll repeat it in front of the entire room while you’re tied to that bench so you can’t squirm away. Now, get your ass higher in the air.”

Claire reluctantly bent over the bed again.

“Look at me in the mirror,” he instructed and then brought the hairbrush down again and again.

Claire moaned, digging her fists into the comforter on the bed to keep her body in place.

“Thank you, Sir,” she managed to mumble each time through clenched teeth. The pain had gone from sharp stinging to blazing agony. Just when she thought she couldn’t bear another hard wallop, he stopped.

“That’s better,” he said calmly. “Now, it’s time to discuss your schedule for the rest of the day. We’re going to have breakfast together. Then you’ll get some sleep. When you wake up, you will report to Mistress Jade and her assistant to be fitted with the apparatus you’ll wear to tonight’s ceremony.”

“Apparatus?”

“Silence!” he said harshly, delivering two more fierce whacks to her tender backside. “Do not question me. From now on, when you are in this position, you will speak only when spoken to or when given my permission.”

Claire stared into the mirror, meeting the hard eyes of the stranger who stood behind her. Where was the tender Kyle, the smart, funny, intriguing man she’d spent the entire night talking to? Her head was spinning, her ass was on fire, and her throat was tight with the tears she’d tried valiantly to suppress.

Kyle put the hairbrush down and stepped forward, pushing her legs apart with both hands. He reached down to stroke between her legs, and Claire felt a jolt of pure lust shoot through her body.

“See how wet you are?” he remarked, casually running his fingers inside her dripping slit, then holding out his hand to her image in the mirror. “You’re loving every minute of this. You’ll be even wetter tonight. You’re going to appear in front of everyone and model your apparatus for us. Tonight you’ll wear a corset cut low to show off your nipples. It’s short, reaching just below your hips, so the apparatus that fits your naked pussy and ass will be on display for everyone to see.”

Claire shivered, trying to imagine what kind of item Kyle was describing. His hand probed again, this time teasing the tight opening of her ass.

“You’ll be all mine tonight, Claire. All mine to do with as I please. Say yes, Claire. Say ‘Yes, I will.’”

His hand slid further, rubbing the hard nub of her clit. Claire gasped as the fire of the spanking faded into the background and another kind of heat flooded her body.

“Yes,” she murmured breathlessly.

His fingers continued their assault on her throbbing clit, while his other hand picked up the hairbrush and gave her another sharp smack. This time, the impact only fanned the flames of her hunger. The pain was dulled, filtered through an endorphin-laced haze of lust.

“Sir,” he reminded her.

“Yes, Sir,” she repeated, hardly knowing what she was saying.

“Oh, and one more thing, Claire,” he said conversationally, as though his fingers weren’t busy bringing her to the verge of another shattering climax. “As I mentioned, while you’re here, your body belongs to me. That means you don’t come unless I give you permission to do so.” He stopped suddenly, leaving her frantic with need. She shoved her hips back wildly, seeking contact with his fingers once again.

“Beg me.”

She groaned, tossing her head frantically from side to side.

“Beg me to make you come.” His voice was rough. He grabbed her head, forcing her to meet his eyes in the mirror once again.

“Oh, please, Sir, oh God please, yes please, please make me come!” she babbled.

“Come, Claire. Come for me now.”

He drove three fingers deep inside her, while the other hand resumed his relentless assault on her engorged clit. Claire stared into the mirror and watched her mouth open in a muffled scream as she exploded.

Later, he met her for coffee on the terrace and they watched the sun rise over the mountains together. This time he was dressed in jeans and a casual V-neck black sweater. Once again, he was the perfect gentleman, chatting about the history of the mountains, telling an amusing story of the night he ran into the cast of “The Hunger Games” at a bar in Asheville when they were filming nearby.

They weren’t alone on the terrace. A table here and there began filling up as several of the other women she’d traveled with trickled out, carrying coffee cups and plates from the breakfast buffet set out in the dining room. Each woman was clad in a simple short tunic, everyone a different color. Melody was in red once again. She sat alone, her back to the other tables. Marge was with the handsome young companion she’d been assigned to when they arrived. She looked prettier—even happy—as she chattered nonstop while he smiled indulgently at her.

Claire said very little, refusing breakfast and barely touching her coffee. Finally, Kyle reached for her hand. “We’re still the same people we were last night when we talked for hours in the moonlight, Claire. Don’t be afraid to face the daylight. What you did last night is simply one piece of who you are. It doesn’t define you. It doesn’t have to consume you.”

He went on, speaking softly as he stroked her hand. “This trip you’ve made to The Dark Side of the Moon is a voyage of self-acceptance. It’s okay to feel pure pleasure. And it’s okay if sometimes you find that there is pleasure in pain. It doesn’t make you a bad person, a shameful person. Not everyone is wired the same.”

He went on, looking into her eyes as he spoke. “I don’t believe that our past experiences or our upbringing solely define how we turn out. In my opinion, people are born with different qualities, different needs, even different aspects of their personality already in place. For example, most psychologists now believe that some people come out of the womb attracted to partners of the same sex. The whole point of our journey through this world is to find out who we really are inside and then live the best life we can with what we’ve been given. It’s all good, Claire.”

She nodded and took a sip of her coffee. Kyle could tell that she was still in turmoil. She’d been incredibly aroused by giving in to what she’d always been told were wicked, immoral desires.

“Go get some sleep, Claire. Things will look different once you’ve had some rest.”

Hours later, Claire woke suddenly, disoriented. She stared around the dimly lit room. As she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror, naked in the bed, the memories came flooding back into her head. She blushed, thinking of the scene she’d witnessed in that huge mirror a few hours ago. Kyle standing behind her, a hard-muscled dom in black leather, paddling her ass as she begged him for release.

Then she remembered his words at breakfast.
I’ve lived too long worrying about what everyone else thinks of me
, she told herself.
I was always afraid to test the boundaries that I let everyone else set for me—afraid of being labeled as kinky or weird or slutty. But I came here because I was tired of going about my boring routine day after day, never feeling truly alive. I’ve never had the guts to make my darkest fantasies a reality. But here I can. No one else is judging me here, so why should I judge myself?

She slipped out of bed and found a tray on the drum table by the fireplace. There was a plate of sliced chicken, a croissant and a small salad, along with a carafe of iced tea with a sealed envelope propped up against it. Claire was surprised to find that she’d apparently slept right through someone coming into the room and leaving the tray. Curious, she tore open the envelope.

Mistress Jade commands your presence in the Fitting Room to prepare for this evening’s ceremonies. Her attendants will come at 5 PM. to escort you to her.

Claire glanced at her watch. It was nearly three. She couldn’t believe that she’d slept away most of the day. Idly, she wandered around the room, looking for something to do to pass the time. No TV, no internet, no radio. No books or magazines that she could see. She still had no clothes of her own, but the silk robe was hanging in the bathroom along with the simple, short blue tunic-style garment she’d worn at breakfast. No underwear that she could find. Claire slipped the tunic over her naked body, grabbed her iPod and her lunch tray, and headed out the French doors.

The spring sun was warm at this elevation. Claire headed around the corner to the bench she and Kyle shared the night before. The wide expanse of lawn was empty. But at the edge of the woods, Lady Gwen and two of the male attendants were moving smoothly through what looked like a Tai Chi exercise. They were all barefoot, dressed in white karate uniforms. They stopped, and one of the men faced Lady Gwen and bowed. She bowed as well, then in a swift move, attacked. Her attendant was well over six feet tall and looked like he had 50 pounds on her, but Gwen performed a sweeping kick, putting him on the ground. She reached out a hand to help him up and found herself next to him on the grass.

Claire watched, fascinated, as they sparred. At one point, Gwen took on both men, hands and feet blurring in a flurry of kicks and strikes. Finally, she dropped her head and held up one hand. Then she bowed to each man, shook hands with them and walked away slowly. Claire could see she was obviously in pain. But who wouldn’t be, she thought, after being slammed into the ground over and over, taking blows like she did? Gwen is tough. I know she’s older than I am, but you’d never believe it to see how she moves. Kyle said Gwen had her own demons. I wonder what brought her here, what drove her to create a place like this. What motivates her to keep going through such a grueling workout?

Claire picked at her lunch, too nervous about what was in store for the evening to eat. Turning on her iPod, she played back Kyle’s music from last night. She gazed at the layers of mountains all around. The fresh green of new leaves on the trees gradually gave way to a darker green-blue in the distance, finally disappearing in a haze of smoky blue-gray on the horizon. She played Kyle’s song over and over as the quiet calm of the mountains slowly filled her, driving all fears, all worries out of her mind.

Phrases popped into her head, flowing with the chords of the song.

Sweet music fills the night

My secret dreams take flight

And then another.

These ancient hills have power

She’d written a lot when she was younger, even dreamed of being a novelist. But the day to day tasks of living crowded out her girlish dreams long before she married Jim. It had been years since she tried her hand at putting anything creative down on paper. When did I give up on myself? How did all of my dreams fade away? She shook her head, feeling as though a long-lost part of her was awakening, forgotten dreams and wishes bubbling to the surface along with the strange erotic hungers this place stirred.