Page 50 of Wild Pitch
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.
