The Voice in the Dark Ch. 01

Lucy looks at me in the face with a genuine smile before she remarks, "We can fulfil our needs when men are either non-existent or are just plain irritating. We take comfort in each other's bodies even though we both ultimately know that we would be unfulfilled as a monogamous couple. Why question it? Or label it?"

I see one hundred percent that she is right. Why does it need to have a label? Somehow, sleeping together has never affected our ability to remain the best of friends. In fact, it only brought us closer. We will more than likely sleep together in the future, even when we are in relationships with men. I could never be with a man who was not at least open to that idea, or who wasn't accepting of our past.

My mind conjures up image after image of me and Lucy with a guy. We kiss and caress his body, use our mouths and tongues and take turns in feeling him inside of us... I sigh and close my eyes.

Luce is close to nodding off, but she suddenly sits up and looks me straight in the eye before she says:

"Jess. I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I noticed your work clothes on the bathroom floor and saw your best bra and panties. You know, the purple and black lace ones I helped you pick out for Justin? You never usually wear those kinds of panties for work. Any particular reason why?"

I decide to simply be honest in my approach, well at least as honest as I can be:

"Luce, this is gonna sound weird, but I don't remember putting them on this morning. Those are the kinds of panties I wear only when I want to get laid and I wasn't planning to." I chuckle at the irony of that statement.

Lucy gives me a wide-eyed look but then kisses me full on the mouth, "Well, I am glad that it happened in the end. Whatever the motivation."

We lie there for a few more minutes and I take in the fresh scent of shampoo on her scalp, the wet heat of her skin and the faint smell of sex in the air. The satin bed sheets underneath softly caress my skin as I move slightly.

"Jess. I know you have been very hurt since Justin left and I get why you don't want to complicate things, but I have to know... Who was that man you were with the other night? Ya know... before I left with Ricardo?" Lucy looks me dead in the eye as if expecting full honesty.

I pause before I answer, not entirely sure what to say.

What answer could I possibly give that won't worry her? I get why she is overprotective with me, but I can honestly say that that night was a welcomed change despite the big gaps in my memory.

"Honestly Jess. It's a big blur. Sometimes alcohol can be a real bitch." I don't want to lie to her, but I can't even be sure I would be telling the truth even if I did tell her what I remember.

The only crystal-clear memory I have is the sound of a soft, deep voice that lulled me to pay attention to every word as our conversations stretched into the early hours. Then I woke up in my bed the next day with next to no memory of what happened.

One word resounds in my head: Smith.

The great enigma that I am somehow satisfied with never knowing at all. Perhaps if I found out the reason for such unexpected happiness, maybe I will inadvertently kill it.

"Honestly Luce. I wish I could remember his name but all I remember is he was fascinating. Dark eyes, brown hair and a voice you would kill to hear again, but I don't think I ever will. It may have been just a flash in the pan kind of thing. Ya know?"

"Yeah. Maybe it's someone whose face you use in your fantasies and make way more perfect than the actual guy." Lucy looks at me sadly, knowing that she wanted much better for me than a man whom I would never see again and yet remember every night in my dreams.

"Yeah... I guess..." I trail off, thinking that this moment seems familiar.

Like something is just beneath the surface and yet I can't seem to grasp its significance. I think for a moment but come up empty and within moments, I feel the tiredness overtake me.

Lucy then begins to extract herself from my grip and kisses me full on the lips before she slips on my silk robe, always keen to borrow my things.

"Do you want to make dinner or should I order something?" she asks.

"How about you order something for yourself, Luce. I am not really hungry tonight..." I yawn before closing my eyes and slipping under the soft satin of my duvet.

I know I don't have the energy to eat or do anything else, and it would unnerve me if it weren't for the lovely feeling of blankness that follows moments like this. I am unable to fight the pull of it as I drift off.

"Okay Jess. I'll be in the living room if you change your mind. You make sure to dream of me, okay?"

I softly chuckle as she leans down to kiss me once again, I hold her head lightly as I give over to the lushness of her kisses.

"You know I love you, Luce. With all my heart."

"Right back at you, Jess. Now you get some sleep.

Oh, and I'll be keeping your panties for the next time I... ya know." She then winks and moves towards the door.

"You're quite the naughty one," I say with as much energy as I can muster.

I hear Lucy softly close the door of my bedroom and as I am about to fall asleep, I pull the covers up to my chin and turn off the bedside light. My vision becomes less and less focused as I slip away but one thing sticks in my mind before unconsciousness takes me...

The words Good Girl resound in my head in that deep, magical voice.

*

I looked at his deep brown eyes and strong jaw as he talked about himself, even if there was very little in the way of detail.

Smith was one of those people you couldn't help but like. Not classically handsome but definitely one of those magnetic types who always made a woman pay attention to every word he said.

"I've just come back from a vacation to get away from the craziness. I find getting out of the city really helps sometimes." He says in a genuine but guarded tone.

I want to push for information. I know I will more than likely never see him again but I don't care. It's like this complete stranger's whole life story is somehow vitally important to me. My pulse races and I can feel a sweat begin to break out around my temples and down the small of my back.

"What could possibly be worrying you so much?" I ask breathlessly but he doesn't answer and instead says:

"Your friend seems to be really enjoying herself over there."

Lucy looked at the man with the blue eyes with such unashamed interest. Her fingers twirling the ends of her long red hair and leaning forward from behind the bar as she took his drink order. I glanced over at her and gave her a wink of encouragement, then turned my attention back to my mysterious companion.

"That's my best friend, Lucy. She's my right-hand woman" I said with pride.

"Well, she seemed very attached to you too. She wouldn't leave you alone until you insisted."

"She's very protective of me right now. My boyfriend broke up with me a few months ago and this is the first time since that I have felt normal enough to go out and enjoy myself again."
I know I am probably saying too much but I just can't seem to stop myself from saying: "I needed to get out and just feel like... like... the woman I used to be. Fun. Interesting. Sexual. That kind of thing."

"From who I am talking to right now, you seem like an intriguing woman. You may have had your heart broken but it doesn't mean it's gone." Smith said with a deep sense of compassion and heart-felt sincerity.

I smiled at him, genuinely touched by his attentiveness and interest. I still felt slightly annoyed that I knew almost nothing about him, but I brushed it aside.

We then spent a few moments drinking and talking about the amazing quality that is unique to this amazing city. The feeling of it being many places in one. The Old World with the New, the traditional alongside the revolutionary.

It doesn't matter who you are, or where you come from, you could find your place here and rewrite your whole identity in such a short time. You're no more special, or less worthy, than the person walking beside you. No one gives a damn about who you are, or what you have done. You simply are part of the natural rhythm of the city.

I believed that I was getting an insider's perspective on it. He may not have seen it in the same dream-like way I did but it was like he knew every nook and cranny. I was about to quiz him further but then he suddenly said:

"I really like the colour of that cocktail you have. It seems like such an interesting colour. Don't you think?"

I looked closely at the colour and an image of laurel leaves and togas came to my mind.

A feeling of deep relaxation filled me, and I couldn't help but sigh in contentment.

It was only then I noticed the purple pocket square in his freshly pressed jacket that matched the colour of the drinks almost exactly. My eyes lowered as if I were about to fall asleep, but I felt no sense of panic, in fact, it seemed almost criminal to try to even question what was happening to me.

"Jess. Tell me something... Have you ever done anything kinky in the bedroom?" Smith asked.

Again, this didn't immediately set off alarm bells for me and I allowed my mouth to run away with me. It was like I was observing myself from afar and having no control over what was about to happen.

"My ex Justin and I used handcuffs once. I remember feeling the cold steel around my wrists and ankles, and his cock was harder inside me than he'd ever been before..." my words tail off as I picture the scene from what seemed like so long ago. The feel of his weight on top of me, how he looked into my eyes and how his strength pressed me into the mattress.

I suddenly felt a tightening below my waistline and my clit throbbed for attention as I stared into Smith's eyes. I bit my lip in anticipation and moved ever so slightly closer to him, almost aching to be near him. He looked deeper into my eyes and held both sides of my head. His fingers stroked up and down my neck and I felt his soft lips kiss his way up to my ear before he whispered:

"Sleep, Jess." I heard nothing but his voice. His voice was the only thing that was real.

I could barely tell you how it felt, it was like I had always heard his voice somehow. Or maybe I just couldn't remember life before I heard his voice.

"This is how your body will react every time you hear, or think about, me saying that word. One word is all it takes. Do you want to submit with just one word from me?"

"Yes." I said, not quite sure how to refuse.

"You will see the colour purple and feel so good every time. Whether it be in what you drink, the clothes you wear, the fabrics you like. Whatever it is. This colour makes you feel just as relaxed as hearing my voice does. Do you understand what I am saying?" He continued.

I breathed deeply before I responded: "Yes Smith, I do."

"I want you to call me Master. That's what you love to say, right Jess? You can only call me Master when I speak in this voice." His voice had a slight biting tone to it but not one that would have offended or frightened me.

"Yes Master." I said, without really thinking about it.

"Good Girl. Just listen to my voice and I promise you that you're safe." I gripped his arms as I was afraid he'd disappear and he held my waist firmly. Then all I felt was the pull of the darkness and my body went limp. The world was blank and limitless.