A Whisper Of Solace

by K. J. Coakley

  I walk down the wall examining each painting for their deeper significance. Whoever the artist is, their brushstrokes suggest a sensual feel to their paintings. Each stroke ends with a slight upward flourish.

  Enamored with the feelings the paintings evoke, I reach out to touch the curve of the submissive’s hip when a masculine hand wraps firmly around my wrist and draws my hand back.

  Startled from my trance, I jump back and pull my hand away as my eyes raise to clash with those of the man still holding my wrist in a firm but gentle grip.

  A face covered with a mask, eerily similar to that of the Phantom of the Opera, looks down at me. Sexily mussed brown hair graces one exposed refined eyebrow and hangs just slightly over the hooded lids of ebony colored eyes. His mask is black and covers the left side of his face while leaving the right side of his chiseled jaw and sharp cheekbone in open view for my entranced eyes to ogle over.

  Plush pouty lips that make a woman want to do sinful things nearly wring a groan from me. He’s quite simply one of the most arresting men I have ever seen. With half of his face covered, his masculine beauty is still prevalent enough to make even my hardened ovaries quiver with need.

  I look down at his large, elegant hand wrapped firmly around my slim wrist. He has the hands of a white-collar worker. They’ve never seen physical labor, and I’m instantly struck with a longing for my husband's strong, calloused hands.

  I shake my head slightly to dismiss the thought and raise my eyes back to his.

  The corner of his exposed mouth quirks just a bit as if my reaction to him slightly amuses him. But his eyes stay slit like sharp razors as they look me over from head to toe.

  Satisfied with his perusal, he focuses on my eyes again and then his deep timbered voice rolls out and over my skin like a fine wine gliding over smooth glass. “Good evening. I apologize for startling you, but the owner frowns upon his paintings being fondled.” He gives a slight smile. “No matter how delectable the offender.”

  I pull my hand again and this time he releases me and then looks down as if somewhat surprised he was still holding onto me.

  My hands twist together in a nervous gesture that I can’t fathom reining in at this point. This man exudes wealth, power, and an intensity that intimidates me like no other.

  I take in his designer suit, obviously custom made to fit his physique to mouthwatering perfection. He’s wearing black from head to toe. Even the dress shirt beneath his suit jacket is solid black. No woman is immune to a man in a nice suit...and this man wears it as if he were the very definition of a cultivated man.

  My eyes rise from their inspection of his clothing and back to his plump lower lip and slightly thinner upper lip as they transform from a straight line into a panty-melting smile showcasing perfect commercial worthy teeth.

  He steps closer to me and runs his fingers over the loose strands of hair and to the nape of my neck, drawing me in close to his chest.

  The heat from his body causes goosebumps to prickle over my bare arms. His entire expression changes from friendly to a predator that has just zeroed in on his prey.

  He closes the slight distance between us and whispers into my sensitive ear, “Tell me, little lamb, have you any idea what it is you seek when tempting a lion so? Lambs should know not to play in the lion's den. And yet, here you are...enticing me with your succulent curves and a mouth that craves to have those luscious lips wrapped firmly around my thick cock.” His teeth gently bite the shell of my ear, sending bands of liquid heat through my belly and over my clenching thighs.

  Oh. My. God.

  I suddenly realize that my fingers are clinging desperately to his hips beneath his suit jacket. His shirt crumpled in my palms. I clumsily back away and stagger a little beneath his intense gaze.

  This is a man I know has the power to make me forget who I was and teach me who I need to be.

  “I...” I struggle to form a coherent thought and then clear my throat. My voice sounds husky and leaden with unspent lust. “I’m sorry. This is my first time coming to a place like this.” His eyes are so piercing that I find myself constantly looking at the ground to break contact with them. This seems to appease him as the corner of his mouth twitches with a slight smile of approval. My eyes flick from the floor to him, searching for any sign of what is about to happen next.

  Movement catches my attention and I watch as he places his hands in his pants pockets with his thumbs left hanging over the lip of the seam. I have come to recognize that power stance in the many business meetings I have attended. It’s meant to disarm and yet exudes a stance of complete control.

  Something clicks inside my body and the need to submit to his power is nearly overwhelming. I want this man to take control of me and I know he wants to as well. If the bulge in his trousers is any indication...he wants it as badly as I do.

  “Have you come alone?” It’s a simple question and yet I can sense it’s laced with a subtle undertone. Just what that means though, I haven’t a clue.

  I glance down at the floor, unable to meet his stare. “In a sense. I have a friend who’s here as well. I just haven’t been able to find him yet.” I begin to fidget nervously with my bangle bracelet all the while keeping my eyes downcast. It’s an unusual show of supplication on my part, but my body is screaming to give him whatever it is that he wants.

  Something raw and carnal passes between the two of us when he takes notice of my submissiveness.

  He appears to struggle with his thoughts and then his tense expression relaxes. “Well, you’re not alone any longer, little lamb.” He tips my chin up with his thumb as he wets his lower lip with a sensual glide of his moist tongue. My eyes remain glued to his mouth as it closes the distance between us and when his warm lips press firmly against mine...I am lost to the sensation churning within that his masterful caress brings forth.

  Deep swirls of pleasure curl in my lower stomach as his tongue pushes into my mouth, stroking over mine and exploring with an exquisite command. He instantly deepens the kiss and takes my face between his hands, his fingers plunging into my hair and pulling just enough to elicit a needful moan from me.

  Then, as quickly as it started, it ends. He pulls away and traces my wet lower lip with the pad of his thumb. I react without thinking and take his thumb between my teeth, nibbling just enough to cause his dark eyes to spark with desire, before sucking it into the moist cavern of my mouth, lightly suckling and caressing it with my tongue and then releasing it with a subtle pop.

  I reach up to remove his mask, but he quickly halts my attempt and shakes his head. “Tonight is a night of anonymity. All that you need to concern yourself with is pleasing your Master for the evening. Do you understand, my little lamb?”

  He clutches my hands to his chest and envelops them in his firm grip. “Tonight, I will be your Dom and you my sub. Follow me.”

  With his curt demand, I find myself tagging along behind him as he holds my hand possessively while leading me out of the main room toward a massive staircase.

  “Master X?” Trinity’s voice halts our progression, and we both turn to face her.

  The vision of the woman climaxing on the wheel flashes through my mind. It’s him. The man who never takes a sub for more than one scene. Just the thought of his hands gliding over my body as they did hers causes a damp heat to simmer between my thighs. I want this man. I want what only he can give me...release.

  Trinity’s expression is more than a little concerned as she takes in our linked hands and his possessive stance. “How can I help you, sub?” His sharp tone takes me back a little as I glance from him to her.

  “Sir, she’s a new sub and I wanted to make sure she was comfortable before she went any further.” Her worried eyes flick from him to me and then finally rest on him.

  “Ah, I see.” His fingers move over the top of my hand in a reassuring circle as he tightens his grip on our clutched hands. “You needn’t worry, little one. I shall endeavor to prevail all things safe and co
nsensual upon her.” It doesn’t escape my notice that he omitted the sane part of that clause.

  Trinity shuffles a little and looks behind her as if searching for some sort of backup. When she faces us again, her expression morphs into one of acceptance and she gives a grim nod. I reach out to squeeze her arm gently, our eyes meeting. “It’s all right. I know the safe word and we’ll discuss everything in great detail before beginning a scene.” She nods and steps back to take her leave. “I’m okay, Trinity. Really.” She releases a heavy sigh and gives me a tight smile. “All right then.”

  A slight tug pulls me back under his arm as he mounts the stairs. When we meet the large expanse of the upper level, my courage is momentarily tested as I take in the distinct sounds of sensual pleasure and purposeful pain coming from the rooms on either side of the hall.

  “Don’t fret, little lamb. I have no intentions of breaking my new toy.” His deep chuckle sends a thrill of alarm down my spine, but I shrug it off as we make our way down the hall and past a DM. He raises his chin to Master X in acknowledgment.

  Knowing that he’s out here in case I need him serves to settle my nerves a little.

  “You look like a blue to me,” he comments idly as he takes me to a large black door and flips the sign on the handle from available over to occupied as we walk in. The soft click alerts me that we are now sealed off from everyone else. My heartbeat speeds up as adrenaline fuels the excitement churning through my veins.

  The first thing I notice is the room’s deep blue walls and black tile floors.

  He gently pulls my hand, silently commanding me to follow and my legs move of their own accord to a large sectional couch against the wall.

  “Sit.” His curt command settles over my body like a comforting blanket, and I immediately obey.

  His grin of approval is all the reassurance I need that I have done good and he will reward me. He pulls a small stool in front of me and takes a seat. Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees and looks me in the eye. “Let’s discuss what is about to take place.” He laces his fingers together and gives me an assessing stare.

  I fight to contain the need to squirm beneath his intense gaze. I blink to regain focus.

  “You will address me as Sir or Master at all times. No names shall be exchanged and unless you are blindfolded, my mask will remain in place. Anonymity is the theme tonight, little lamb. Do you understand and agree with everything so far?” he asks with a sardonic tone.

  “Yes, Sir,” I respond automatically. No thought to the reply or what to address him as. It’s as if my body is hardwired into his subconscious and all it wants to do is please its Master. I’ve never before been so compelled to bend to the will of another.

  A slight twitch of his mouth is the only sign of his approval. “Very well then. I have a mind to utilize three implements tonight.” He stands and walks toward a chest in which he removes his items of choice. When he turns around, my eyes go wide with trepidation.

  “A flogger, a cane, and a crop are my tools of choice. I seek to bring you pleasure through pain. Do you understand what it is I speak of?”

  “No, Sir.” I swallow the lump of sand quickly forming in my throat.

  His uncovered eyebrow raises in contemplation and then he proceeds to explain. After a five-minute lecture regarding his various methods and the expected results, we come to an agreement that he’ll omit the cane from tonight's scene.

  He asks me all manners of private questions. Have I been tested for STDs and am I clean? Am I on regular birth control? Have I ever received a blood transfusion or participated in blood play? I answer in quick succession. Yes, I’m clean. I was tested for everything when Derek and I decided to try to have a baby. Yes, I’m birth control. Because I couldn’t fathom having a child with any man other than Derek. And a definite NO to the final question. He seems satisfied with that, informing me that he is regularly tested and is clean as well.

  It’s all very formal and a little unsettling. It’s like purchasing a car and running over all the specs and finance information before you sign the dotted line and drive it home.

  I agree to be bound, blindfolded, whipped, denied my orgasm, and then fucked as a reward if I’m a good sub. He explains the various sex toys he has laid out to use on me to drive me to the very brink of breaking, only to bring me back down into a state of mind-numbing pleasure.

  His words, not mine.

  His explanations are very thorough and precise, and at the end of our talk, I’m feeling confident that what is about to transpire will deliver us both to a state of complete euphoria.

  “Remember, your safe words are yellow and red. Use yellow if you’re uncomfortable and you would like me to slow down. Only use red if you would like to call an end to the scene. Red is when something is too much for you to handle. It’s the end all of safe words. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He smiles in approval and gently slides the tip of his finger over my cheekbone. Against my own will, I find myself leaning into his delicate touch. Seeking his approval in all things. It’s amazing how lightning fast my body and mind has jumped on board with the role of a submissive. I never thought it would come this naturally to me, but my reaction to him is almost instinctive. I would have thought it would be mildly unsettling but instead, the thought of allowing him to control all aspects of our time together completely captivates me.

  He points to the two cameras mounted on opposing sides of the room. “Everything we do is under strict surveillance. Your safety is paramount. Be honest with me and use your safe words if you ever feel like it’s too much.” I nod. I’m a little overwhelmed, but also excited for what’s to come.

  The reassurance that we are under surveillance by DMs in the security office, and the one in the hall, allow me to further relax and settle into the scene. He notices my body loosening up and gives an approving nod.

  “Strip,” he says as he pulls his tender touch away from my cheek. The shifting of gears from patient teacher to controlling Dom happens in the blink of an eye.

  He turns his back to me and strides over to a chair in the far corner of the room where he removes his suit jacket and drapes it over the arm. Then he unbuttons his cufflinks and rolls his sleeves to his elbows. While he’s doing this, I kick off my shoes and shimmy out of my dress, then remove my undergarments and any jewelry I have on. Carefully folding and stacking everything and putting it in a drawer in the nightstand beside the large bed.

  With his back still facing me, he sets out his tools and prepares the toys for our play. The room is fitted with a bondage pole, a spanking horse, and a sex swing. Not to mention a chest full of toys. An entire wall is dedicated to a series of shelves and hooks full of various spreader bars, rope, whips, canes, and leather cuffs for binding and restraining movement. It’s a veritable treasure chest of BDSM toys and equipment.

  “Sir, what was this room designed for?” My tone is soft and does little to hide the nervous tension coiling within.

  “All of the rooms are pretty versatile and can serve a multitude of demands to pleasure its inhabitants. However...” He spins around to face me, his eyes going a shade darker as his excitement reaches a nearly palpable level. “I would say this room is fitted with the tools of a sadist to pleasure their masochist.” The look in his eyes causes me to step back a little. A movement that doesn’t go unnoticed by him. He sets down the crop and walks toward me. When he’s within reaching distance, he extends his hand for me to take.

  It’s an offer, not a demand.

  I chastise myself for allowing my cowardliness to ruin the moment and slowly place my trembling hand in his. His strong hand closes around mine and swiftly jerks my body flush with his, eliciting a tiny squeal of surprise from me. His free hand moves under my chin, forcing my head back so that his dark eyes peer into my frightened ones. “You need not fear me, little lamb. Just remember, you can always use your safe word if it’s too much.” At the mention of my safe word, my breathing eve
ns out and my frazzled nerves settle a degree. I can stop this at any time. I can do this, I chant to myself.

  “There you are. See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” I can’t shake my head because his fingers beneath my chin keep my face immobile.

  “No, Sir,” I answer.

  “That’s my brave sub. You have to trust me in all things. I can bring us both the pleasure we crave, but I’m going to test your limits in order to do so. You must free your mind and allow yourself to simply feel the moment.” He releases my chin and steps back. My hands fall to my sides as his gaze sweeps over my naked body.

  I move to shield myself, but he raises a hand to stop me. “Do not hide yourself from me. Your body is mine to do with as I please tonight. This is the last warning you’ll receive. The next will garner a swift punishment. Now to the spanking horse, sub.”

  I obediently follow his command, positioning myself over the large barrel-shaped beam and dangling my arms and legs beside the leather cuffs. His hands work swiftly to secure me. When he steps away, I struggle a little to see how much movement I have.

  None.

  The cuffs don’t budge and my body is unable to move an inch after he finishes with the last of the bindings. “This will enhance your experience,” he says as he lowers a black sleeping mask over my eyes, completing shutting out all light and leaving me momentarily panicked. My breathing ratchets up a notch until I feel his soothing touch glide down my spine and over my buttocks. His touch floats away on the air as it gently sweeps over the curve of my ass and then disappears. My thoughts no longer center on my nervousness but are now honed on to the desire coursing through my veins.

  The shuffle of fabric alerts me to his movements as he glides across the room. A light crackle sounds throughout the room before a deep and rhythmic drumbeat comes out through the surround sound. I try to think if I’ve ever heard this before, but I can’t recollect ever listening to this type of music. The bass of a cello begins to play and then several higher pitched cellos tune into the rhythm and I find myself breathing in pace with it.