Free Lost in Light by Kat Kingsley

unapologetic smile, breaking the silence. My hand automatically went to rub my ass that felt as if it was pulsing in time with my heartbeat.
    “Yes, you’re like Christian,” I blurted.
    In response to his puzzled frown I explained, “You know, Christian Grey in Fifty Shades of Grey.”
    Instantly his brow smoothed and his eyes sparkled as he burst into hearty laughter.
    “No, Miss Parker, I am not like Christian Grey. I’m not a bored multi-millionaire with a dark and tortured past,” he said through his laughter. “I simply enjoy making your body sing,” he added in a low and serious tone that made the heat pooled low in my belly flare back into a raging inferno, my mouth suddenly dry. Reflexively moistening my lips in nervous arousal I couldn’t help the hitch in my breath at his visibly hungry gaze, his eyes watching the movement of my tongue.
    “Did you enjoy what I did to you?” he asked, stepping closer to me, his movement causing a fresh surge of anxious excitement to race through my veins.
    Again I was forced to consider my unexpected reaction to the spanking he had given me. It had been shocking and painful but it was the sound of his hand striking my flesh that had the greater effect on me. Now that it was over, the pain was dissolving into a deep warmth in my skin that somehow felt so right.
    And there was no denying the thoroughly soaked state of my underwear. My cheeks burned furiously at the thought of what he had done to me.
    “Well?” he prompted, the dark and heated look in his eyes telling me that he already knew the answer.
    “Yes,” I whispered, unable to maintain eye contact.
    “There’s no need to be embarrassed,” he said softly into the silence. The touch of his warm fingers under my chin made the air whoosh out of me as electricity seemed to arc between us. Tilting my chin upwards he drew my widened eyes up to meet his own. “Your reaction was perfectly natural, and quite exquisite,” he added, the last spoken almost in reverence.
    Again his words made my stomach flutter in unexpected excitement, my lips forming a silent “Oh!” Yet there was that niggling uncertainty at the back of my mind. Was my reaction so normal? I wasn’t sure.
    My doubt must have shown on my face because moments later he asked, “What’s troubling you?”
    “I-I’m not sure what to think. I mean, is it normal for someone to react like this? Does it mean I’m a sick pervert because I liked what you did?” I asked, my eyes glued to the floor, unable to meet his gaze.
    “Miss Parker… Rachel, I can assure you that there was nothing abnormal about the way your body responded to me. Pervert is such a subjective word, and one that I generally avoid using because of that fact,” he said, smiling gently. “A pervert is simply someone who is kinkier than you. Yes, to some, you might seem like a pervert for having enjoyed me giving you a thorough spanking, but to someone else in the scene you’re still just an innocent.”
    “The scene?”
    “It’s just another term for the BDSM lifestyle,” he shrugged.
    Fundamentally I knew what the terms meant, but I was utterly naïve to what they really entailed. However, I had the feeling that he would be more than happy to educate me.
    “When can I see you again?” I asked nervously, tugging at the hem of my shirt and shifting from one foot to the other.
    For a long moment he remained silent, regarding me with a hot and heavy gaze that made my nipples stiffen. Finally he tore a piece of paper off of a notepad on his desk and held out a pen to me.
    “Write down your email address… not your student address, Miss Parker,” he said rolling his eyes at me. I quickly scribbled down my personal email address and handed the pen and paper back to him.
    “Do you have plans for tomorrow evening?”
    Shaking my head in reply he smiled with what I could only perceive as excitement.
    “Check your email in the morning. I’ll have instructions for