38. Child in Time

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CHILD IN TIME

LESTER

"I have a surprise for you." A smug grin is plastered on my face as I lead Daisy through the halls, on the way to my Red Room.

Her eyes twinkle as they catch the light, intrigue and joy radiating from her dark pools. "I love surprises."

It's Friday night, and the school week is done. Which means that we have two whole days ahead of us filled with the most depraved sex. It's been hard to concentrate in class with her being in such close proximity, but I managed to keep myself contained.

I have trouble resisting my little nymph, and the desire to fuck her every moment of each passing day is excruciating. But the desire to teach her and turn her into the best artist she can possibly be is almost as great.

When I open the door, I step to the side to let her pass. The scene before us is one I have been working on almost every night for the past week.

"Holy shit," Daisy squeaks, holding a hand over her mouth in shock.

Scattered all throughout the room are large, high mirrors, about twenty of them. Each one is placed in different angles, making the place look like a zigzagged maze at the arcade. In the middle of them stands a large, leather chair, and besides it lies a small mattress with red silk sheets crumpled on top of it. Psychedelic synergism lamps with cylinder shapes and bright colors flash over the walls and the ceiling, reflecting in the mirrors as they turn. I decided against candles this time, because with what we're about to do, they might not be all too safe.

"Part of me feels like I'm corrupting you." I circle her waist with my arms from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder. "But this was your idea."

"There isn't anything left to corrupt, Professor. Also, what was my idea?" she questions. "I can't remember saying anything about a room full of mirrors."

I take a tiny plastic bag out of my pocket and hold it in front of her face, exposing two little LSD tabs with yellow smiley-faces on it.

"Oh, fuckin' A!" she squeaks, clapping her hands. "Are you serious? We're gonna drop acid together?"

"That's the plan." I grin. "We're also going to make a movie."

She slips out of my grasp and turns to look at me with wide eyes. "A dirty movie? Like a porno?"

"Would you like that, little nymph?" I don't need her words to know her answer. I can tell by her mesmerized eyes that she's more than into the idea.

"Fuck yes, I would fucking like that. How do you know me so well?"

Sighing contently, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear as I tower over her tiny frame. "I don't know. I just do." I plant a soft kiss on top of her head, then turn around to grab my camera from the tripod. "Filmmaking is something of a hobby of mine. I want to share my love for it with you."

The only time I film is during my kills, when I let the Sculptor out. But I have found a new muse. I don't need my victims as much as I used to.

I'm not unaware of the danger of filming myself doing ungodly things with my student, but I'll hide the tape in my special room, where I keep my masks. No one will ever be able to find it.

Besides buying LSD from a trusted acquaintance, I also bought a few grams of cocaine. I have planted the latter in Jace's locker at school, and an anonymous tip to the dean will be made soon. Despite me wanting to tear out Jace's guts and choke him with them for what he did to Daisy after the concert, I decided against it for now. The first step is getting him out of my class and kicked out of the university.

But none of that is relevant right now.

Turning on the camera, I point the lens at Daisy's face. "Open your mouth, angel. Let's see the future together, hmm?"

She bites her lip to suppress her manic smile, then sticks out her tongue to let me put the tab on it. She closes her mouth back up, reaching for the camera and the other tab of acid in my palm. "Your turn, Professor."

I let her take them and she directs the camera at me, the angle reaching me from below because of her height. I grin and stick out my tongue, letting the tab linger on there.

"We need music," she says, handing the camera back to me and walking across the room to the turntable. She chooses an album by The Electric Prunes, and I Had Too Much to Dream Last Night starts playing as soon as she sets the needle in the crack. She upturns the volume, then turns around and sways her hips along to the music.

The colorful lights reflect on her face in a way that has me clutching my chest, the beauty of her an overwhelming and electrifying reminder of the fact that she's here with me, and she has felt like mine ever since that first night we spent together.

Mine. What an odd word to use for her. But that's what she feels like.

"It'll take a while to kick in, right? Will you dance with me in the meantime?" She starts twirling around and moving her arms above her head. I make sure to capture her on camera, moving the lens through the room to see her body from every side in the mirror reflections.

"Strip, angel," I tell her. "Show the camera how beautiful you are."

Stepping back, I give her room to give me a show. She still dances, swinging her hips and slowly unbuttoning her green blouse, exposing her lace bra. She lets the silk fabric fall off her shoulders onto the ground, moving her hands over her breasts and stomach. Her hair falls over her shoulders gracefully, trailing across her skin with every move she makes.

By the time her whole upper body is exposed, she sticks her thumbs inside the waistband of her cut-off jean shorts and slowly rolls them down her legs. Turning around, I quickly place the camera onto the tripod before I sink onto my knees in front of my ravishing angel.

Planting soft kisses over her bare thighs, I trail a path over her soft skin before I reach her white underwear. I take the fabric between my teeth, taking them off completely as I bend my head all the way down to her feet so she can step out of them.

She just stares down at me in awe.

I don't mind getting on my knees if it's to praise her, show her how special and powerful she is to me. I might be a dom, but I've learned that there is power in giving up my control when it comes to Daisy.

When I get back up, I grab her hand and use it as leverage to turn her around. My arms circle her waist from behind, pulling her body close to me. She grinds her hips against me, and I meet her movements as our bodies lock together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

Her arms move up and lock around the back of my neck, soft hums leaving her throat as she loses herself in the music. I follow along with her, meeting her in our journey to consciousness.

Putting her hair to the side, I start kissing her neck, tasting her with my tongue. Soft moans slip out of her mouth with every little touch, and it makes me eager to hear more of them. She softly shakes herself out of my grasp so she can turn around and face me, then plants a soft hand on my cheek, staring up at me.

"I'm starting to feel something," she tells me with her sultry voice. "I think it's kicking in. We need to get rid of your clothes."

She reaches for my chest, opening the buttons of my shirt before she throws the piece of clothing away from us. My pants are next, then my underwear and socks.

Our fingers interlace together, and we both stare at them before a sudden burst of giggles escapes from her throat. My vision gets blurry as I keep staring at our hands, a feeling of weightlessness shooting through my limbs. Her skin feels so warm against mine. So soft.

More giggles ring through the room, the sound of it seeming to bounce off the walls and mix with the rock music. My head rolls on my neck, softly lolling from side to side before I can keep it still enough to meet her wide eyes.

Her mouth hangs open as her giggles turn even louder, the movement exposing her white teeth. The air around us feels light and I'm dazed and disoriented, but still with enough self-awareness in mind to know that this is part of the trip.

"Professor. Look at our hands." Her eyes look like large marbles when she stares in disbelief at where we are connected, and once I try to find out for myself what it is she sees, I find that our hands have doubled.

I hold up my other hand in confusion. "We have eight hands together," I state with wide eyes, and she cackles. I follow her in her laughter, the sound of it a sudden, terrifying reminder of who I am.

A predator, with an innocent lamb in the room. I'm dangerous. I'm bad for her. She can't be safe with me, can she?

I'm bad. I'm evil…

It feels as though we're falling through different chapters in time. One moment, we're laughing our guts out at the fact that our vision has doubled. The next, we're crawling on the ground like tigers, the dark thoughts that seemed to consume me, forgotten.

We make our way through the room on our hands and knees, scraping them over the carpeted floor as we pass all the mirrors. The world becomes a projector and it's like I'm watching my own movie from behind the scenes. I look at my reflection, reaching for myself. The mirrors behind me show my body from each angle and everything around me feels like an eyeball, like I'm being watched by hundreds of people.

More chapters in time pass, and suddenly Daisy is on top of me, smiling brightly with manic eyes. She grinds her pussy over my bare cock as she twirls her hands and fingers in the air, as if she's feeling the energy. The bright lights on the ceiling switch between purple, blue, pink, and green, and I decide that those colors must reflect her aura. She's my colorful little nymph. Passionate and bright, so smart and beautiful. Talented and unforgettable, and just downright perfect.

"I can smell colors, and I can taste sounds. I can taste the music on my tongue," she says, smacking her lips together as if she truly can. "Say something to me, Lester. I want to taste your voice."

There's only one thing that comes to mind to say in this moment, and that is, "It's like I've been stuck in space without an oxygen tank, and you're the only thing able to breathe life into me. I no longer feel alive when you're not near."

"Ah…" she exhales on a moan as soon as those words leave my mouth. "I can feel your voice vibrating through my limbs. I feel you in my entire fucking being, Lester Gilbert. You make my soul glitter." She reaches for my cock with her hand, placing it at her soaking cunt before she slowly sinks down on top of it. "You don't even have a clue that you've been ingrained in my bones for years."

My mouth parts as I let the euphoria of it all overtake me―the psychedelics messing with my mind, the feeling of her wet pussy enveloping my throbbing cock…

The music is a melodic backdrop to the journey we're taking together and the mirrors are a reminder of the fact that we are real.

Are we real, though? Or is this all just an illusion? Something I've subconsciously cooked up inside my mind? What if none of it is real? What if nothing between us has really happened and she's just a random student in my class with no other connection to me whatsoever?

I'm spiraling again.

As if she can read my mind, she chokes out, "Look around us, Lester. Look at all the mirrors."

The spiral ends only to snap back to reality in the most violent manner. I do as she says, my eyes shifting from side to side, watching her ride my cock from all the different angles.

"They don't matter. Do you see now?" she continues. "We're the mirrors to each other's souls."

She interlaces her hands with mine, planting them on the ground beside my head as she bucks her hips, sliding my cock in and out of her. We gaze deeply into each other's eyes, and I swear that I can see the whole universe inside of her dark pools. Flecks of gold swirl around in the irises that surround her dilated pupils, making them even more remarkable.

Bright colors penetrate my vision with every single thrust, adding to the bright lights that trail over the walls and ceiling. It's not only a mental high, but a body high as well. It's as if I can feel every single hair on my skin standing on end, feel the slight breeze our bodies create when we move together. Every single sense is hyper-intensified, making me feel extraordinarily euphoric.

Time and space no longer matter. It's just us.

"Lester," she cries out as she goes faster. I sit up as her moans stir me on, wrapping my arms around her frail body in a hug, while at the same time thrusting upward to meet her movements. Her lips find mine and I suck in the precious air that filters through my mouth with every kiss. "I know who you are," she mumbles softly.

That's the second time she's said that, and it hits even harder now that I'm tripping balls on acid. Fear slithers through my body like a live snake, panic rising in me. If I'm not careful, this can turn into a bad trip. I'm just glad that there's still a tiny part inside my mind that is aware of that.

"You can't," I whisper, shaking my head. "No one does."

She reaches for my throat, squeezing it to ground me, to make my psyche entangle with hers. The intensity in her eyes is severe and it's almost enough to frighten me.

"Just wait and see. The truth will come out and it will set you free. It will set both of us free…" she trails off, letting her head fall back right before she comes. Her pussy squeezes me hard and I lose control of all bodily functions.

She moans her release and I follow her into the abyss, all the way deep into the colorful jungle that envelops us. My vision darkens as I groan out my own climax, and both our bodies vibrate and shake with the intensity of our orgasms. The cum that shoots out of me feels like a powerful source of life, like millions of little fishes on their way to their new, fertile home in her womb.

I'm more than happy to fill my little nymph up with them.

When I regain my vision, we're heavily panting, our bodies bathed in sweat, glimmering in the psychedelic lights.

A loud gasp makes her mouth widen to the shape of an apple, her whole face distorting. Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to get her face back to normal, but she jumps off me before I can. She climbs on top of the chair beside us, moving to stand on the seat as she points at the ground. "The carpets are breathing, Lester. Look! Look at the carpets!"

She lets out a loud scream that echoes through the room, and I can feel the sound in my fingers. That makes me look in wonder at them, losing myself in the shapes of my fingerprints. The lines move as if they're taking their own journey, going round and round, from side to side.

"Lester!" Daisy screams again, and another chapter of time passes when she's suddenly yanking on my arm to pull me up. "You need to get onto the chair. Aren't you listening? The carpets are moving. They're starved! They're gonna take you down into the void!"

I look at the ground then, finding out that she's right. The shapes and flowers on the carpet are moving, curling with odd movements like I imagine the tail of a dragon would―with delicate, seductive moves, trying to lure you in before it ends you by setting you on fire.

My fear is back and I let her pull me up, losing my breath from the force of it. I fall backward onto the chair with a heavy thump and she jumps on top of me. She holds me tight, sobs leaving her pretty mouth as she buries her face in my neck. "I almost lost you. I can never lose you…"

"Hey," I coax, trying to soothe her, even though my voice seems to be coming from a speaker inside of the room and not from my own mouth. "You won't lose me."

"Do you promise?" she asks, the sound of her voice high-pitched, like a little kitten meowing. "Even if I ever have to go, will you follow me?"

I frown. "Why would you have to go, angel?"

"I don't know." She shakes her head almost violently and another burst of sobs follows.

"I'll follow you anywhere, little nymph," is the last thing I say before she slips back down onto my cock.