Out of the Darkness (Untwisted #2)

by Alice Raine

  His unnecessarily harsh actions caused my eyebrows to practically rise out of my forehead. How dare he? ‘I …’ But my sentence was cut off by Nathan as he leaned in next to my ear. ‘Collaring yourself is a serious misconduct, Stella, with many doms your punishment would have been very severe. Seeing as you are new to this I chose to make my point in a different way by cutting it off. If you would rather my punishment was more standard I’m sure I could arrange that for you.’ He paused for a fraction of a second to let his words sink in. ‘Did you still have something to say?’ he then enquired mildly. His mere mention of the word ‘punishment’ had me snapping my teeth shut and rapidly shaking my head.

  ‘Good girl.’ Then reaching into his pocket Nathan withdrew a simple strip of dark leather and held it up in front of me. ‘Your replacement.’ He commented as he leaned in to place it around my neck.

  This time I really couldn’t hold back my thoughts, ‘But it’s nowhere near as pretty as …’ But the challenging expression on Nathan’s face as he tilted my chin back and glared at me stopped me in my tracks. I really needed to install a mouth filter and shut the hell up.

  ‘Nowhere near as pretty as the one you bought?’ he demanded, ‘We’ve barely spent any time together intimately, Stella, how do I know if you deserve to wear a pretty collar?’ Licking my lips nervously I decided his question was probably rhetorical, so stayed quiet. ‘Like I said before, if things between us develop pleasingly then I may consider giving you something different. Until then you wear this whenever you are with me.’

  Fastening the collar behind my neck Nathan stood back and assessed it with a small smile that was somehow both arrogant and appealing all at once. ‘Have I been clear, or do you need me to explain my actions further?’

  As I stood before Nathan’s looming figure I felt very much like a chastised school girl, but I had at least learnt my lesson without getting any sort of actual punishment so I shook my head. ‘No, I understand.’ I really should have known better when I’d researched it all, so biting my lip I also decided to add an apology, ‘I’m sorry Sir, I hope I haven’t spoilt our first proper night together.’

  Cupping my face Nathan tilted it upwards and graced me with a second of actual eye contact. ‘Not at all. Now that little issue has been dealt with, we can get tonight back on track.’ he muttered as his hands slipped to my waist, gripped my hips and practically swooped down to kiss me. His lips were hot and hard against mine and it was all I could do to cling to Nathan when his tongue demanded entry to my mouth at the same time as he scooped me up and carried me towards the bedroom that was my space within his apartment.

  Depositing me onto a wooden upright chair Nathan gripped my chin and forcefully tilted my mouth up for another scorching kiss. ‘My intention tonight had been to get you naked as quickly as possible, Stella, but seeing as you have taken such great effort over your outfit I think we will leave you dressed for a while longer so I can fully appreciate it. I will however ask you to remove your underwear.’

  Oh . Blushing as bright as a flame, I raised my wide eyes to Nathan and licked my lips nervously again. If I kept on like this they’d be so chapped I’d need an entire tub of lip balm to repair them. His eyes were glittering as he briefly met my gaze, before lifting an eyebrow curiously. ‘I take it from your expression that you’re not wearing any underwear tonight, are you, Stella?’ Swallowing loudly I was about to nod my answer, but Nathan beat me to it by leaning down and casually flicking the hem of my skirt up. I felt a brush of air on my heated skin and watched as Nathan sucked in a breath through flared nostrils. His suspicions must have been confirmed by a flash of my nude, pink pussy. This was the very valid reason that I hadn’t wanted to arrive by public transport tonight.

  ‘My, my, you are a naughty little submissive, aren’t you?’ he chided almost playfully, but no, this was No-Nonsense-Collar-Cutting-Nathan speaking, so surely in my highly aroused state I must just have misread his light-hearted comment.

  Nathan walked behind me and my ears pricked as I heard him open one of the wooden drawers that stood in the corner of the room. The top four drawers held the clothes I left here for the weekends, but not the bottom drawer. When I had looked in the bottom drawer on my very first weekend, I’d seen such a wide range of sex toys that I had blushed furiously and immediately slammed the drawer shut. Like a true coward I’d deliberately avoided looking ever since, but now as Nathan dug around in the drawer I was wishing that I had inspected the contents with a little more care to prepare myself for what was to come.

  By this point, my heart was hammering so hard in my chest that I felt sure Nathan must be able to hear it. Nervous anticipation was making me start to get a bit clammy behind my neck and after Nathan’s quick inspection between my legs, I suspected I was getting pretty damp down there too. After noises of rummaging that sent my imagination running wild, I finally heard a hum of approval from Nathan followed by the soft click of the drawer closing again. He’d chosen.

  ‘Arms behind your back,’ Nathan ordered in a low tone next to my ear, sending goosebumps rising on my skin. Since being with Nathan I’d discovered just what an erogenous zone my ear was, just one hot, whispered breath on that area was enough to have me quivering at his feet. Mind you, I pretty much did that anyway just from the sight of him.

  An involuntary shiver ran through my body, from fear or anticipation I wasn’t sure, but my weeks of training ensured that I responded to his orders without hesitation, dropping my arms to the side of the chair and holding them back behind myself.

  The touch of Nathan’s skin caressing the pulse point on my wrist made me gasp, but a frisson of panic ran up my spine as I felt a cold bracelet close around one wrist and then quickly around the other with a loud clicking noise. Drawing in a shocked breath, I closed my eyes as recognition hit me. Handcuffs.

  Nathan had cuffed my hands behind my back. When I tried to move my arms, I realised that as well as cuffing my wrists together he had looped the chain of the cuffs through the wooden rails on the back of the chair effectively stopping me from standing up. Pervy and cunning, what a combination.

  Calming my raging heartbeat was near impossible, it was literally galloping against my ribs, but I tried to repeatedly remind myself that Nathan wouldn’t harm me, if I’d learnt anything in our weeks of training it was that I could trust him, no matter how scary he might seem, or how daunting the situation might be at the moment, Nathan had proved to me that he was trustworthy. I hoped.

  Nathan chose that moment to lazily stroll around in front of me with a wicked gleam in his eye and two silk scarves hanging loosely from one hand. My mind was too overwhelmed to concentrate on anything other than their colour, blood red. Without a word, he bent in front of me and tied my ankles to either leg of the chair spreading my feet, knees, and thighs wide apart, but restraining me from moving my limbs fully.

  Standing back, Nathan ran a hand across his jaw and an appraising gaze across my seated form before a frown spread across his handsome brows. God, what had I done wrong now? But before I could try to work out what was wrong Nathan stepped forwards and after placing a short, hard kiss on my lips he gripped my hips and with slight difficulty lifted me, pushed my skirt several inches up my thighs and then shifted me forwards on the seat so I was sat right on the edge.

  Moving back again Nathan reassessed me and grinned broadly, a look so stunning that it made me forget my nerves as a lusty breath caught in my throat. ‘Now there’s a perfect view,’ Nathan murmured salaciously. I was well aware that now my legs were spread Nathan would be able to see right up my bunched skirt to the apex of my thighs, an area of my body now beyond my control, which seemed to be getting hotter and wetter by the second.

  Letting out a low growl of approval Nathan stalked forwards again and ran a finger gently from my left temple across my cheek, over my jaw and down my neck to where it lingered on my collarbone leaving a hot trail of needy skin in its wake.

  Chuckling at my groan of pleasure Nat
han brushed my bottom lip with his thumb before lowering his head for a kiss. I had expected a forceful barrage like Nathan’s previous two kisses, but to my surprise, he brushed his lips across mine so lightly that at first I thought I had imagined it. Repeating the gesture Nathan buried a hand in my hair and gently tilted my head up to deepen his kiss by pushing his tongue between my parted lips to leisurely explore my mouth.

  If I hadn’t been tied to the chair, it was quite possible that I would have fallen right off it from the dizzying sensations spreading through my body from his heady kisses. With his free hand Nathan skilfully flicked the top of my corset down to reveal my breasts, my nipples already erect from arousal and apparently too tempting for Nathan to resist as his lips suddenly shifted from my mouth to trail across my skin until he finally sucked one nipple into his mouth and laved the hard bud with his tongue, causing me to cry out needily and buck in my chair.

  Given the limited movement I had I began to writhe shamelessly in my restraints as his ministrations shifted to my other breast, but that was nothing compared to the delicious sensations that swept through my body as one of Nathan’s hands finally slipped between my parted legs. After only seconds of teasing my wet lips, Nathan’s fingers slid up my folds to the sensitive nub that was screaming for his attention and he began lazily circling it and driving me wild with sensation.

  I was so turned on and sensitive that it almost hurt, and as much as I found it hard to believe, I felt myself slipping towards an orgasm almost as soon as Nathan had touched me. I knew he had serious amounts of sex appeal, but I had never, never in my life managed to achieve a climax from anything other than missionary position, let alone from a man’s hand, so I hadn’t expected this to be any different. But after mere moments of Nathan’s skilled touch I felt my abdomen begin to tighten with my approaching orgasm.

  ‘Come for me, Stella.’ He murmured against my mouth and as if on cue I arched my back and let out a moan that verged on a whimper as a climax smashed over me, my body pulsating so hard it was almost painful. He hadn’t even needed to put a finger inside me for goodness sake!

  Wow. Just wow. That had been in-cred-ib-le, but before I had a chance to voice this fact or even briefly start recovering, Nathan dropped to his knees in front of me and replaced his fingers with his tongue which immediately began to lick along my folds and run circles around my swollen clitoris, making my body weep with moisture all over again. Christ, this man was good.

  The feeling of his hot probing tongue on my already over-sensitive clit was just too much to take and my head began to swim hazily. ‘Oh God … Nathan … Sir, I can’t …’ I begged haphazardly, seriously doubting my ability to stay conscious if Nathan chose to give me another amazing orgasm like the one I had just experienced.

  In response Nathan merely chuckled against my quivering flesh, which in itself sent vibrations seeping through my already over-sensitised skin, but he made no effort to move away. In fact, if anything he doubled his endeavours plunging first one and then two fingers into my moist depths making me cry out from the deliciousness running through my body. ‘You can, and you will.’ Nathan ordered, his words vibrating through me as he spoke. Holy fuck, this guy had serious skills in the sex department.

  Nathan increased the pressure of his tongue and the speed of his fingers until unbelievably I felt my body tensing again towards a second peak. This felt so good it was like Nathan was introducing me to a whole new reality of pleasure. Sensing my imminent release Nathan did a quick swap, moving his thumb to my clitoris and plunging his tongue right inside my tight channel, causing me to shriek embarrassingly and then shamelessly thrust my hips up against his face as I came hard around his lapping tongue and screamed my release though heaving sobs.

  Completely exhausted by the earth-shattering start to my weekend, my head rolled to the side as I struggled against the sudden tiredness that swept through my entire body. Crikey, no wonder Nathan had a gym in his apartment; he’d need it to keep up his fitness and stamina if this type of sex was usual for him.

  As I was left feeling floaty and groggy Nathan seemed completely calm as he speedily removed my bindings and cuffs before spending several minutes gently massaging my wrists and ankles where the cuffs and scarves had been. Then, scooping me up he carried me to the bed where he laid me out and thankfully allowed me to relax momentarily while he stripped us both of our clothing.

  Even in my exhausted and disorientated state I wasn’t allowed to rest for long though, and over the next two hours Nathan continued to bombard me with his incredible sexual prowess in a variety of different positions and opening my eyes to the astounding new world of sex that I could expect during my time with him.

  I quite literally had never known it could be this good.

  Surprisingly I found calling Nathan ‘Sir’ during our session wasn’t a problem at all, in fact he was so in control and compelling that it had just felt natural to me.

  I had, however, earned one brief punishment, a swift spanking, after I forgot myself and gazed into Nathan’s eyes for what he obviously deemed to be too long. Much to my surprise, I had enjoyed even this aspect of the evening, probably because Nathan had followed it up with such a deliciously fast orgasm for me that the mild pain of the spanking was soon forgotten. Something about the stinging slaps had been incredibly arousing for me though, and now as I lay there in my post-coital afterglow I wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about that – did it make me some kind of freak?

  It wasn’t my most elegant pose, but I was currently sprawled across the bed on my stomach completely naked and seriously struggling to keep my eyes open. I was so tired I felt like I could sleep for a week. Apparently, Nathan had finally had his fill for the night and after gently cleaning me with a damp washcloth he had disappeared into the bathroom where he had been showering for an absolute age. He seemed to be just as thorough with his own hygiene as he had been with mine when he washed me. Mind you, I didn’t really give a hoot about his odd washing habits when he was as good in bed as he was! If tonight’s performance was anything to go by then the word insatiable really didn’t begin to describe him.

  Giving in to the temptation to close my eyes I felt the mattress dip as Nathan finally returned from the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed. He was silent for several moments but I was just too shattered to open my eyes.

  ‘So Stella, with regards to your inability to climax … was this issue present tonight?’ he enquired mildly. A smile broke on my lips even though my eyes stayed shut, I was just too exhausted to try and re-open them, too deliciously sated from the mind blowing sex session. Even with my eyes closed, the smugness in Nathan’s tone was easily detectable and I was fairly certain that if I looked he’d be smirking darkly.

  ‘No, Sir,’ I replied with a contented sigh that verged on a delirious giggle. I really was that exhausted.

  ‘How many times did you come?’ he demanded next, although I guessed from his tone that he already knew the answer.

  ‘I gave up counting after number three, Sir,’ I admitted, a lazy grin spreading across my bruised lips. In truth, I’d lost count as time slowed down and one delicious toe curling climax had blurred with the next. Until today I hadn’t even thought that was possible.

  Lost count! I giggled again. I had never dreamed I would be able to use those words in relation to my own body and an orgasm total.

  ‘It was at least five, although after I spanked you and took you from behind it felt quite like you came twice in quick succession, so perhaps six,’ Nathan stated informatively. ‘I believe you had referred to your previous inability to climax as your “peculiarity”. I hope I’ve proved there is nothing at all peculiar about you, Stella.’

  ‘Yes, Sir.’ Stretching my blissfully achy body, I rolled beneath the sheets and tugged the duvet around myself to form a cocoon. ‘Or perhaps it’s just you, Sir,’ I mumbled softly. ‘Clearly up until now I’ve been sleeping with the wrong men. Least I’ve rectified that,’ I murmured drowsily be
fore a deep breath escaped my lips indicating that sleep was finally claiming me.

  Chapter Sixteen – Nathan

  With her eyes closed as she drifted deeper in her sleep Stella didn’t see the satisfied smile that slipped onto my lips at her complimentary words, nor did she witness the possessive way that I gazed at her as she began to doze. That was definitely something to be done when no one was watching.

  Once she was soundly asleep, I allowed myself to crawl below the covers and curl protectively around Stella’s back feeling a deep satisfaction sweep through me that I hadn’t felt for a very long time. If ever.

  The sex this evening had been incredible, more than incredible, and now that Stella had finally built up her trust in me I was surprised by just how euphoric I had been left feeling. Almost like I imagined it might feel if I were experiencing a particularly good high on drugs. Not that I’d ever experimented with drugs – too much risk of losing control, something I would never do. Control was everything to me, had been for such a long time now.

  As I allowed myself half an hour wrapped around Stella’s soft sleeping body, I thought back to how this first night with Stella was literally a million miles away from my first ever attempts at sex. An ironic smile curled my lips as I thought again of how David Halton in Club Twist had arranged for me to meet with a submissive for the first time, Louisa, she’d been called.

  Using the example set by my father I had probably been too violent with her really, but thankfully as luck turned out Louisa had been a bit of a masochist and had loved it. Reluctantly I had to give David Halton the credit for this; I have long suspected that he had had me figured out right from the start and deliberately selected Louisa and her love of pain to be my first. Clever man.