Void (5 page)

My client returned, gently placing the headphones over my ears and what little rustling noises I did hear, soon melted away into nothing.

Noise canceling headphones.
It was almost like wearing ear plugs. A small amount of crackling came through and then Sinclaire’s voice followed.

“Can you hear me, Miss Lane? Nod if so.”

I complied with a small shake of my head.

“Lie back on the bed and push yourself up towards the top.”

My body glided almost effortlessly across the smooth silk of the sheets and I laid my head down on very plush pillows, allowing them to absorb the weight of my head. The soft material at my back made me feel sexy in a luxurious kind of way. Although I couldn’t see them, I imagined them a dark color, maybe navy blue, or even black, making sharp contrast with the crimson color of my lingerie. I imagined the tan color of my skin becoming paler against the inky linens.

A large, warm hand circled my wrist and my heart beat could no doubt be felt through the pulse point of the thin layer of skin there. I felt my client’s fingers gently brush against my flesh as he expertly worked what felt like buckles to leather cuffs and secured them around my wrists. His warm hand skirted across my body as he rubbed against the surface of my skin, tracing the small, invisible hairs until he reached my ankle. With the same expert practice, my ankle was secured to the bed and he quickly followed up with the same task on the other side of my body.

“Are you okay, Miss Lane?” I heard Sinclaire whisper through the headphones.

“Yes,” I managed to reply with a swallow, as anticipation began to build to the point where my breathing became even more labored.

I had been with some strange clients in the past. Some who requested things of me that I never, in my wildest dreams, would have imagined. The positive part about my job was that, with my inability to care, I had no hesitations about saying yes to their requests.

As I laid on the bed in front of not only one, but two men, one who was instructing me, and the other who was touching me, I felt…
excitement
. I smiled slyly to myself. This was the reason why I did what I did. I hated that I was empty inside. Not only did I have the issue of not being able to process my own emotions, but I couldn’t understand those of others a majority of the time. It was painful to walk around every day of your life and watch others experience things that you didn’t understand because you had a hard time feeling the things they did.

With sex, I was able to feel. I was able to process what was going on inside of me, no longer feeling void; no longer feeling like I was broken or ineffective.

I jumped when my client’s nails scraped against the soles of both of my feet, sending a charge of electricity rippling as it climbed my thighs and hit that sweet spot in my body that was the only thing that existed to allow me to feel normal. I felt my clit stiffen, throb with a need to be touched as I laid spread eagle on the bed.

Something soft tickled the inside of my thigh.
Was it a feather? A scarf?
I couldn’t tell, but the sensations it was transposing within me were extraordinary. I could feel the small bumps rise on my skin as my body cooled and heated at the same time. The soft object traced the lines of my stomach, circling my navel before ascending upward towards my breasts.

As soon as the object appeared, it was gone. I had no choice but to lay there as my mind raced and my body buzzed. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear, and it made every one of my senses heightened to extraordinary levels. Each time he touched me, it felt stronger. Each time he walked past me and I imagined him admiring my body, I could smell the woodsy scent of his skin, mixed with perspiration and arousal.

After several moments, and me wondering if he was going to continue, I felt a gentle brush across my cheekbone before his finger traced over towards my lips and pulling it away from where I was chewing on my lower lip with my teeth. I felt his warm breath as he placed a gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth before ascending his lips down my throat and into the curve of my neck. I turned my head away from him, giving him better access to one of the most erogenous zones in my body. The soft, but scruffy hairs on his face caused friction with my skin and only added to my rapidly building pleasure.

I felt a buzzing in my chest and realized it was my own noises and I sighed and nearly growled in satisfaction as he found the spot just below my ear that turned me on more than any other place on my body. A slow swipe of his tongue against my flesh had my hips bucking off the bed, begging for something, anything to put pressure against my clit.

As if he heard my internal conversation with myself, his warm hand came down to cup my pussy, his thumb circling my clit with just enough pressure to ease the ache.

“Your client is very pleased by the response you are giving him, Miss Lane.”

“Well, please tell my client that he pleases me as well. I just…oh God…” I tried to say, but the words stopped just short of my lips as his hand slipped inside of my panties and traced the seam of my folds. The wetness, already deeply present, coated his fingers as he teased and taunted me with slow, sensual strokes. I clenched my fists, my nails finding the soft leather of the cuffs that bound my wrists and digging in.

“Please…please whoever you are…” I begged. My eyes opened from behind the blindfold. I’ve never begged a client before. Never asked a client to do anything to me unless they asked me too.

What the fuck?
How the hell did that just happen?

My client must have felt my stillness and the internal battle with myself because instantly his thumb made contact with my clit as not one, but two of his long, thick fingers slipped inside of me. My back arched and the muscles in my thighs clenched. It didn’t take long before I felt the familiar build up from deep within my lower belly. Elation and bliss began to progress in my body.

Yes.

This is what I wanted. This is what I needed. It was the only thing I didn’t have to try to force my head or my body to feel. It came to me, without any effort or any coaxing on my part. When a man was inside of me, it was then that I felt whole. I got to feel the things that normally ran null in my everyday life.

I felt open, fully engaged with what he was doing with my body. I didn’t care who this man was. I didn’t care where he came from, or what he did for a living. The only thing I cared about was reaching that point where my body exploded, that the resulting subjective orgasm sent my body skyrocketing so hard, that I felt like I would pass out for a few seconds.

Within the space of a breath, my panties were ripped from my body, and the front of my corset torn away from my breasts. Cool air hit my skin as I felt him move away from me.

No!

Then suddenly, my ankles were released from their restraints and I was flipped over to where I was facing down on the bed. The movement nearly knocked the breath from my body. My wrists, now crisscrossed over my head, left me with little to hold onto as I felt his warm hands on my ass, lifting my hips to where they were now poised in the air and my cheek rested on the bed. Gentle caresses on my ass made the ache worse and I shook it, silently indicating for him to drive into me.

Heat, a stinging, but welcomed pain hit my right side as his hand collided with my skin, resulting in a deeper warmth that was almost too much to bear. The vibrations in my body quickly turned to throbs and I felt the wetness of my pussy begin to trickle down my thigh as it thirsted for him to fill my body.

His grip on my hips tightened and I stilled, trying to absorb the heat of his body from behind me. I bit my lip in anticipation as he began to rub his dick along the seam of my ass. Through the sensation of his touch, I could tell he was huge. The hardness sliding closer and closer to my entrance. It was instant. A single drive, and my body opened to him, welcoming his presence as he stilled inside of me. A bite of pain seared my core, but it only added to my pleasure. Slowly he began to rock into me, his balls tapping against my clit with each thrust.

One of his hands glided up the smooth surface of my back and I felt him take hold of the strands of my hair and give it a gentle, but firm tug. My chest rose from the bed and the cuffs at my wrists tightened just enough for me to use them as leverage to help keep my chest up.

I had never felt pleasure that intense before. I had never had the courtesy of another man watch me in the throes of passion while another man pounded into me from behind. It was new, it was different, it was…incredible. My body began to experience sensations I had never felt before. I didn’t know whether to laugh or sob as I began to become overwhelmed by the new experience. I remember crying a few times in my life, and of course I could understand humor, but empathy? Love? Complete happiness? None of those things I have ever experienced before. I couldn’t see this man’s face, or hear his voice, but I have experienced more sensations with him than I had in all of my existence upon this earth.

His thrusts were coming quicker now, his hips colliding with my ass as his rhythm was timed precisely.

“Oh my God, Yes!” I yelled into the room. I could only hear the sound of my own breathing and the muffled tone of my voice as it vibrated through me. I had no way of telling if my client was enjoying the experience as much as I was, but I didn’t give a shit. I was teetering on the edge of bliss and oblivion as he continued to drive into me, my body jolting forward with each thrust. My chest and arms burned, but the feelings I was having were almost too agonizing to sustain and I only begged for him to continue so that my body could feel the release and surrender to the incredible amount of pleasure I was experiencing.

It only took a few more thrusts of his cock and I lost control of my body, stilling as I cried out into the room as my senses were electrocuted over and over again. It was only several more for him and I felt him also surrender as he emptied into me and I felt the warmth of his ejaculation through the condom. My body, having felt like it had just ingested one too many cocktails, became drunk on the surge of pleasure, finally collapsed and shook into the sheets below me.

I felt his warm lips press into the curve at my back, and I stilled. Then suddenly he withdrew from me and instantly I wanted to beg him for more. I let my knees give out from underneath me as I came to rest fully on my front, absorbing the coolness of the sheets and allowed them to cool my overheated body. I felt a tear fall from the corner of my eye and absorb into the soft material of the scarf. Whatever the hell just happened scared me.

What the hell was I feeling? My body quaked to the point I felt like I was seizing. I wasn’t cold, but the complete opposite. I felt my chest tighten as if a vice grip were around my ribcage. So many feelings that I hadn’t ever felt before began to force their way out of my body and I began to feel something else that I had only ever read about.

Panic.

Fear.

I began to thrash against the restraints, feeling the leather bite into my skin as I tugged.

“Miss Lane! Please calm down. Are you okay?”

“No!” I yelled continuing to fight against the restraints. I felt him return, removing the cuffs from my hands and as soon as I was free, I scrambled off the bed, my body falling to the floor with a heavy thud. I quickly removed the headphones from my head and then reached for the blindfold, but was stopped by a warm pair of hands.

“No. Do not remove the blindfold. Breathe, Miss Lane. Breathe.” Sinclaire said in a soothing voice as he cupped my chin in his hands and stroked my cheeks with the pad of his thumbs. Slowly, I felt the panic begin to subside and my breathing begin to even out.

“Stay right here while I get you something to wear home.” Sinclaire instructed. I stayed like he had asked me because for some strange reason, he seemed to be soothing to me. I felt like I could trust him as ironic as it sounded seeing that he was just as much a stranger as my client was.

“Stand up, please.” I heard him ask, and I rose to my feet to stand in front of him. I heard him let out a puff of air before he placed a soft piece of fabric over my head and I slipped my arms through the holes. It felt as luxurious as cashmere as the material came to rest mid-thigh, just long enough to cover the stockings I still wore.

“That should keep you warm until I get you home. Please leave the blindfold on until then.” I nodded as he told me to slip the arms into my jacket and took my arm in his to lead me from the room. I looked behind me, stupid I know, seeing as I couldn’t see anything, as if trying to say goodbye to whoever it was that gave me not only the best orgasm of my life, but also so many other things I’ve never felt before, no matter how much it scared me.

All I felt was blackness, as if he were no longer in the room. It made me wonder who he was. Something that was also new to me. And for the first time in my life, as Sinclaire led me from the room and out of the building, I realized something.

I cared.