Page 107 of Black Light: Cured

he also found pleasure brings a smile to my lips.

After he pulls out, he bustles around, cleaning things up while I float there in my haze. As soon as

everything is sterilized and as it should be, he removes the restraints, kissing the newly exposed skin

as he does. Shivers wrack my body as coldness starts to settle, and as soon as he’s able, he scoops

me into his arms and carries me through the club and into one of the semi-private rooms to hold me.

It feels so nice to be wrapped up in his arms. I’ve never needed aftercare before, so I’m not really

sure what to expect, but him holding me and keeping me close is nice. Klara steps into the space, a

water bottle and a cookie in hand, giving them to Master Aiden and flashing me a quick smile before

darting out.

He removes his other arm from around me to uncap the bottle and hold it to my lips. However, the

moment I reach out to take it, he pulls it away. “I’m taking care of you, remember? Hands at your side.

I want you to stay pliant and relaxed.”

With a soft, contented sigh, I open my lips and let the cool water quench my budding thirst. Is this

what it’s like to actually have someone take care of me? I could certainly get used to it. After he

checks in with me to make sure I’m done with the water, he caps it and sets it off to the side.

“Chocolate chip cookie?” He looks at me, his head tilted as he asks the question.

“I’m addicted to sweets,” I admit. “Usually when I’m done playing, I go to the bar to have a water

and a cookie. Most of the bartenders have them on hand for me, but Klara makes hers from scratch.

They’re my own special little treat. Well…” I pause for a moment to think. “Probably not just for me.

I’m sure she gives them out to others that need a sugar hit after playing, but it still makes me feel good

that she always has them for me.”

“I see. And is chocolate chip your favorite?”

“Oh. I’m a whore for almost any type of cookie. Except oatmeal raisin. That shit can burn.”

Laughing, he breaks off a piece and slides the jagged edges across my lips. The moment they part,

he pushes it inside my mouth and drags his finger along my tongue, sending shivers down my spine.

We stay like that, locked in our intimate moment until the cookie is completely gone.

After dusting his hands off, he leans back again and pulls me into his arms so my head can rest

against his chest. His heartbeat is strong and sure, steady, lulling me back into semi-consciousness. I

truly could stay here forever and be perfectly content.

“I have to say…” His rumbled voice breaks the silence. “I’m impressed. The fact that you got so