Part Two: The Becoming
Intrepid reporter Jessica is at a notorious Red Light Party in the hope of digging up a story for her newspaper. Or is her interest in the event – and its mysterious host, Eric – more personal?
Eric’s eyes were bright emerald, a colour Jess didn’t expect to see on a Japanese man. The strobe lights reflected in his eyes, making them dance in time to the trance beat. Eric took Jess’s hand in his and walked her towards the stage, where a banquet table was groaning with food. A dish full of ice was topped with raw oysters and clams. The oysters looked like dozens of glistening pussy lips. Jess wanted to suck one down her throat, and feel it as it slid into her stomach.
“Eat. Sate your hunger. I need you to feel sated before we move on to more pleasant things,” Eric said. He saw her gazing longingly at the oysters. He picked one up, and moved his hand towards her eager mouth. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth, ready for the slimy mollusk to slide down her throat. The movement of her head was intentional. She wanted Eric to see her simulate a deep throat blow job. Her intention did not escape him. But instead of sating her hunger, Eric held the oyster just out of her reach.
“You will eat when I tell you to eat. Do you understand?” he asked. Jess nodded, with her mouth still open. He held the oyster inches over her lips for several more seconds before allowing the mollusk to slide into her mouth. She swallowed it whole. He placed his arm behind her back and, holding her tightly, he lowered his head to hers. Jess was eager for his kiss, but he held his mouth above hers for several moments. He gazed into her eyes, his expression ordering her to submit to him. She did not fight the feeling of losing control.
Eric lowered his face until his warm lips covered Jess’s. She melted in his embrace. He slid his tongue into her mouth. She tasted claret and oysters. Eric kissed her so deeply that her body warmed up from the top of her head to her pussy. She had never felt so overpowered by a man before. She did not want to resist. She lost herself in Eric’s commanding presence. She was his toy, and she realised she enjoyed relinquishing her power to allow him to take total control.
As he kissed her, Eric’s fingers ran through her hair. He pulled on her hair, sending lightning bolts through her scalp. His tongue danced inside her mouth. She was so aroused she felt her knees becoming weak. His hands moved from her head to her neck. His fingers toyed with the collar she wore. She moaned, and wrapped her arms tighter around Eric’s back. She panted in his ear. He released her from his kiss and led her across the dance floor.
They walked through the gyrating crowd. The quick beat pulsed through Jess’s entire body. Hands reached out here and there to touch her hair, her back, and even her breasts and arse. No one spoke to her, but plenty of them spoke to Eric, congratulating him on his choice. Eric led Jess through a large, carved oak door into a beautiful, candlelit room, virtually empty, bar a large fur rug in front of a roaring fire. Jess noticed four brass rings screwed into the floor, but they did not seem to be attached to a trap door. What were the rings for? A little voice in her head screamed a warning at her, but she ignored it. A decanter of shiraz and two carved crystal glasses sat on a low mahogany table. Eric had obviously expected to use this room tonight. Eric led Jess to the rug by the fireplace and poured the wine out. He handed one to Jess. Her throat was parched. She drank the wine quickly, and held out her glass for a refill. Eric’s eyebrows lifted in astonishment, and he refilled her glass. As she lifted the glass to her lips, he brushed his fingers against her cheek.
“Slowly,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to get drunk. There’s no rush.” She sipped her wine, and stared into his emerald eyes. He dipped his index finger into his wine. What was he planning on doing? Jess was curious. She had never met Eric before tonight. She didn’t trust him, but she couldn’t resist him. His entire being demanded that she submit herself to him. His texts to her had been cryptic, but that hadn’t stopped her from wanting to find a Red Light party. She craved something new, something exciting. Something dangerous. Eric was all three.
Eric ran his finger along the pulse on Jess’s throat. She could feel it beat beneath his fingers. She was excited. The wine, the roaring fire, the candles – all enhanced her aroused mood. She closed her eyes, and allowed her skin to feel the softness of the rug. When she opened her eyes, Eric was staring at her. He smiled. It was that smile of his that hid his intentions. It never reached his eyes.
“Do you trust me?” he asked. She thought about it for a few moments.
“No,” she said.
“Good. A sense of danger will make what I’m about to do to you more exciting. Finish your wine.” She drank the rest of her wine in a few gulps. The alcohol eased her inhibitions, but it did not make them disappear. What would Eric do to her?
“Do you want to make love to me?” Eric asked.
Jess did not hesitate. “Yes,” she said.
Eric pulled a black scarf out of his hip pocket.
“I want to blindfold you. I will make love to you like no man ever has before. I don’t want you to rely on your usual sense of sight. I want you to listen to me. Feel me. Smell me. Smell the room. Use your other senses, not your sight, when we make love.”
The scarf felt cool as he tied it over her eyes. She wanted to take a leap of faith. She wanted to smell him, to taste him, to hear his heart beat as he thrust into her. She did as he had told her to do. She inhaled deeply, taking in his scent and every scent in the room. She smelled his sweat. It was pungent and manly. She held him in her arms, and buried her face in his chest. Sweat beaded against his hot skin. He smelled of cardamom and cloves. An animal smell wafted from his armpits. The heady scent made her skin rise in goose-pimples.
She took his chest hair in her mouth, and pulled gently with her teeth. He groaned in her ear. She felt the urgent beat of his heart against her lips. She moved from his hair to one erect nipple, and she sucked. She nipped at his nipple with her teeth, making him squirm. She knew that he was already aroused, but she wanted to drive him as crazy as he drove her. His hands explored her body, finally resting on her back. He grasped her zipper in his fingers, and slowly dragged it down. A cool breeze flowed over her back, only to be surpassed by the heat from the fireplace. The contrasting sensations of cool and heat, of arousal and vertigo, overcame Jess. She rested her head on Eric’s broad shoulder as he unzipped her dress.
The dress was soon over her head and tossed in a pile on the floor behind her. She enjoyed the feel of his strong hands as he rolled her stockings down her legs. Before removing her bra, he cupped her breasts in his hands and ran his tongue along her well of cleavage. She arched her back, begging him for release.
All she now wore was the leather collar round her neck and the cuffs around her ankles and wrists, the ones Eric had sent her. Eric pressed his hands against her shoulders. Jess lay flat on her back. The rug felt plush and soft against her skin. Eric took her left wrist in his hand, and pulled her arm over her head. She felt him buckle the cuff to the brass ring on the floor. So that’s what the rings were for. Now she knew.
By the time he had bound her wrists and ankles to the rings, she was beside herself with lust. She felt that familiar pulling inside that meant she wanted fingers, a dildo, a dick, something inside her so that she could grab it with her pussy. Deep inside her mind she heard a faint voice screaming at her to get away before it was too late. She still had time. Jess ignored the voice. Eric began to run his hands over her body, starting at her feet and working his way up her legs, past her thighs, her stomach, stopping long enough to massage her breasts, down each arm, and then finally in gentle circles at the base of her neck. Occasionally he slapped her legs, her hips, or her arms to help the blood rush to the surface. She felt his lips graze against her hot skin, as if his mouth searched out her warm, flowing blood. His teeth nipped at her flesh, and she gasped at how sensitive her skin felt at his touch. Beads of sweat dripped down her face and sides, and between her legs, as Eric’s hands and mouth had their way with her body. She felt her skin flush at his touch. Eric’s hands travelled over her body until his fingers rested on her pussy. She arched her back as his fingers played with her lips. He ran his fingers in small circles around her clit, but he did not directly touch it. The sensation drove Jess mad. She dug her heels into the fur rug. She went rigid. Her pussy cried out for release. Eric continued to dance around her clit, teasing her.
She felt his lips on her shoulders, and then on her earlobe. Eric whispered in her ear.
“Is this what you want?” he asked.
“Yes. Don’t stop,” Jess said.
“Do you know what I am?”
“All I know is that I want you. Take me. I want you now.”
Eric’s tongue danced along her throat until he felt her pulse with his lips. Jess felt his hot breath searing her skin. His fingers moved directly to her clit. She arched her back as he drove her close to orgasm. She knew what she wanted. She wanted Eric, and she wanted him now. She braced herself for the pain. It came and went quickly.
Eric pushed the collar slightly down and sank his teeth into her throat. Jess’s breath came out in bursts of hot air. She cried out at the sharp pain of his bite, but it subsided quickly. It was replaced with an uncomfortable sucking sensation, as if her throat was being sucked out of the side of her neck. She squirmed. Eric pressed his fingers against Jess’s swollen clit. He then slid his fingers inside and pressed hard against her G-spot while draining the blood from her throat. Jess felt that familiar tightening deep inside her as she neared orgasm. Eric rubbed the heel of his hand against her clit as his fingers massaged her G-spot. Jess’s heart pounded in her chest, forcing blood out of the wound in her throat and into Eric’s mouth. She felt faint from lack of blood.
In her weakened state, her orgasm came in a huge wave. She kicked her legs out as she came. She strained against the restraints, since her ankles and wrists were tied to the brass rings. She groaned in Eric’s ear. Eric moved his hand faster in time with her orgasm. Jess rode her orgasm to the timing of her heartbeat and the sensation of Eric sucking hard on her throat. A momentary silly thought – he was going to leave one hell of a bruise.
Her orgasm subsided, and she lay still, exhausted, sweating and hot. Eric removed his mouth and hands from her body. He pressed one hand over the throat wound to stop the bleeding. Jess felt light-headed. The scents in the room seemed stronger; she smelled clove cigarettes that had been smoked days earlier. She smelled the wine dregs that were left in the bottle. Eric untied her wrists and ankles. Jess started to sit up, but he held his hands against her shoulders.
“Don’t sit up yet,” he said. “Let me help you. You’re going to feel a bit dizzy.”
He put one arm around her shoulders, and helped her to sit up. The room around her spun. Eric pressed something against her lips.
“Drink this. It will help,” he said. She tasted shiraz. She drank slowly. Within moments, the dizzy spell had ceased. He pulled the scarf away from her eyes. Jess was amazed at the bright colours in the room. She saw intense blues and purples that she had never seen before. The fire was unusually bright. She blinked her eyes, warding off the brightness.
“It takes a little getting used to. Everything will seem bright from now on. That’s your night vision.”
Jess knew what had happened to her. She wanted it, she told herself. Her life would now be much different. No more boring nights out with the girls. No more weekends alone in her apartment with only Netflix to keep her company. She now had a companion. She knew the secret of Red Light parties, and she was not about to tell anyone else. She did not want to share.
Eric and Jess left the Red Light party at 4 am. As they left the party, restless hands reached out to touch them. The party-goers welcomed Jess with kisses to her cheeks and pats on the ass. Some ran their fingers down her arms. When Eric and Jess walked outside, the air felt cold against Jess’s skin. She felt tired but very much excited.
“You need to eat. Pick someone. Anyone you like,” Eric said.
Jess looked down the street to two hookers who stood under a flickering street lamp. The plump, taller hooker would whet her appetite. Jess licked her lips, running her tongue over her new, sharp, sensitive teeth.
She and Eric walked towards the hookers. Jess’s new life had begun, with her new lover.
