Page 143 of Black Light: Cured

With Dillon at my side, watching my every move, I weave the ropes against her skin, feeling the

scrape and tug. It’s almost electric, as if the rope is somehow alive. She moans as I wrap it around

her waist and bring it up between her thighs, fashioning a simple harness.

She writhes at just the barest touch, and her soft gasps make my cock ache and throb. Just seeing

her like this, feeling the minute movements through the taut rope makes me rethink my position. When

Dillon and I practiced, it was on pillows and dummies.

Feeling the ropes on her, twitching like a live wire, it feels far different. I don’t think I’ll ever be

into rope nearly as much as Owen or Dillon, but I can certainly appreciate playing with Lila in this

way.

I continue to wind the thick cord around her, forcing my brain not to think about the future and live

in the moment instead. Once the harness is on, I drape her over the spanking bench as Dillon helps me

tie her down. At this point, I no longer care that I’m lessening myself by letting him help. I just want

her to keep moaning for me. Strapped down like she is, Lila is helpless to anything I want to do to her.

Though I’m going to take her into the medical room later to do some blood play, I want to take full

advantage of her helplessness. Her pussy glistens as I stare down at her and lick my lips. I can’t resist

such a target, but first, I need to make sure she’s floating and ready for what’s to come.

Pulling out my medical bag, I reach in and grab the vampire paddle. Since it has interchangeable

spikes, I’m using the dull ones out here, just to get her used to the sensation, then I’ll switch them out

for sharper ones in the medical room. Before laying into her, I walk over to her hand and stick out my

finger, asking her to squeeze.

Safety is paramount with me, and even if it means looking like a nervous idiot, I’ll do it to make

sure she’s unharmed. Her grip is strong, and there are no signs of cool skin or loss of circulation.

Dillon trades places with me and hunches down, watching Lila as I draw my hand back.

The first blow makes everything seize up as best she can while tied down, and precum wells up

my shaft as I watch her body ripple. Her breaths come in short gasps, but she’s not calling out

‘lavender.’ Going to the other cheek, I strike again, watching red dots appear on her pale skin. The

spikes aren’t sharp enough to break the skin, and I’m not striking hard enough either.

Flipping the paddle to the smooth side, I switch up the prickling sensations with the hard sting of

acrylic against the swell of her ass. The crack of the paddle against her skin is music to my ears, much

like the wails dripping from her lips. Lila howls and bucks, but never once says our safe word.