I wasn’t going to be able to let her go in a few days. I rolled her over so that her face was against my chest, and her body curled in my lap. “You’re so perfect, babygirl.”
Chapter Eleven
Penny
I was thankful the instructor had written the title of the class on the board:Sensory Deprivation.
Everything had been a blur since yesterday, starting with the piggyback ride, well, no, starting with Everest playing the guitar.
I was smitten by Atlas, Phoenix and Everest, but they were just here as employees, although that didn’t really seem to matter. But wouldn’t that mean they weren’t really looking for a connection outside of the Ranch?
Did I want a connection outside of the Ranch? I hadn’t even considered it a?—
The clank of my pen hitting the floor pulled me out of my thoughts. A few people looked in my direction, but the instructor didn’t miss a beat. “Blackened rooms offer one type of visual deprivation and affect everyone in the room.”
I used the toe of my shoe to move the pen closer, then leaned down, grabbed it, and pretended to resume taking notes.
I really needed to come up with something to call them other than their collective names. I tried making words with the first letters of their names, but that was a flop: APE, PEA, EPA…
If Everest hadn’t lit the candles in the Dungeon that first time,thatwould have been a blackened room since there were no windows. But I wouldn’t have seen the bulge in his pants during the massage. And when all four of us were in the room, thanks to the candles, I’d seen the way Phoenix and Everest couldn’t take their eyes off of me. I’d never felt so adored or desired.
Yet, the thought of the darkness had my pulse racing. The darkness would take the pressure off of getting things right.
“Blindfolds limit visual deprivation to the person wearing the blindfold, leaving the other person with greater capacity.” The instructor switched to a slide with various blindfolds. “Texture should be considered.”
Oh yes, definitely consider the texture, but the slide also contained an image of a man’s tie.
I tried to imagine my fingers undoing the instructor’s tie, but when I looked at the instructor’s face, I saw Atlas—the command, the control, the authority.
I’ve only seen Atlas in work shirts and t-shirts. Did he wear a tie when he’s not on the Ranch? Did he have a day job? What would he do to me if I handed him a tie?
The instructor’s excitement pulled me back. “Anyone want to guess our number one sense?”
Several students called out, “Sight,” as if the question had been more than rhetorical. Okay, I was being petty. Participation was a good thing, just not my cup of tea… and I had to change that if I wanted the full experience of my stay.
“Removing our number one method of input can heighten our other senses, giving the same scenario an entirely different dynamic. Everyone close your eyes for a minute.”
He paused. “Does anyone hear something they didn’t hear before?”
The sound of Atlas’ hand swatting my bottom.
Oops, not a classroom sound. I shuddered, fumbling my pen, but this time, catching it before it clattered to the floor. No need to add sound, although I could have played it off as being for the sake of the experiment since I’d previously dropped it when our eyes were open.
I drifted in and out of the lecture, with one prominent point catching my attention. The instructor explained, “Without a visual, many people can’t identify the taste of simple foods such as strawberries.”
Interesting but terrifying at the same time—trusting someone to put food in my mouth when I couldn’t see. That must be expert level. It also made me think about the strawberry fruit leather I’d chosen as a snack. Could I experiment? Later. Maybe.
Then he moved to anticipation, and the fact that when a person was deprived of sight, their other senses could pick up cues as to what their partner was doing and provide another level of stimulation.
I swallowed hard. Could I ask Atlas to try that with me? I liked not knowing exactly when he was going to spank me.
“It also deprives a person from being able to see which implement a partner is choosing…”
My mind wandered to how soon I could have my next orgasm and spanking, not necessarily in that order. Phoenix and Atlas have given me the best two in my entire life. Would it be the same with Everest?
It was fascinating that I could imagine intimacy with each of them.
I glanced around the room, wondering whether I could bond with any of the other students. Sure, I could imagine trying something with a few of them, but simply in an “I could try that,” sort of way. But there was absolutely zero attraction.
