Page 106 of Black Light: Cured

“Good girl. You’re smart. I’ll give you that. But I have all night, and you have far too many

muscles to outlast me.” After sliding in and out a few more times, he pulls out and picks the wheel

back up.

After studying me for a moment, he brings the wheel back to my body. “Let’s make this one a little

harder.” Just as he gets to my face, he pulls the wheel away and slides his tongue along the outline of

my mouth. “What about that,” he murmurs as stars explode behind my eyes.

He’s not playing fair. In fact, he’s playing very, very dirty. “Or-orbicularis oris?”

“Are you asking or telling me?”

Fuck. Pompous prick. “Telling you.”

“Then, good girl. Anything else you can tell me?”

Since the face isn’t something I work on all that often, I’m drawing a blank as to the origin and

insertion. “My orbicularis oris is really good at making you cum?”

“Nice try, sweet cheeks. But no extra reward for you.” He bends down and drags the tip of his

tongue across my clit, drawing a ragged moan from my lips.

Over and over he asks me questions, punishing me when I get them wrong, and teasing me when I

get them right. Granted, most of them are correct, but he seems to be snapping the crop harder and

harder when I get them wrong, making my brain melt and my core clench.

At last, he puts the tools down and takes up a spot in between my thighs. I watch through heavy-

lidded eyes as he unbuckles his pants again and pulls them down with his underwear. He makes quick

work of the condom and slides deep inside me before I can even take my next breath.

His fingers curl around my thighs, using them as leverage as he pounds into me. Each slap of his

body against mine renews the stinging pain where he laid into me with the crop, but I don’t mind. It’s

that little bite of pain that makes me delirious with need and lets me dip into that space where time

has no meaning.

My insides clench as he reaches between us to stroke my clit, sending delicious shocks through

me until my body quivers and tries to arch up. With the restraints still around me, all I can move are

my hips, and they undulate with every climb of my orgasm until I shatter around him.

Digging my nails into the cushioned table, I cry out, sobbing as relief floods my system. He’s been

edging me all night, playing with me, toying with me, and now, finally, I can collapse. Electricity zips

up my spine as everything clenches, and through the haze, I can hear him shout his release. Knowing