Page 168 of Black Light: Cured

His fingers slide under my chin to pull me up into a kiss. “So is that a yes to Dallas and yes to

being my submissive?”

Smiling, I stifle the urge to tell him no as a joke. Things are too tenuous to bring that sort of humor

into the conversation. “I’ll make a deal with you, Master Aiden.”

For a moment, his eyes light up at my words, as if just hearing ‘master’ once more completes his

entire existence. Within moments, his cock lengthens against my thigh, sending a shudder of lust

through my body.

“Tie me up better than you ever have before, and my answer will be yes.”

“Done.”

Before I can say another word, Master Dillon steps onto the stage, keeping an eye out as Master

Aiden messes with ropes, separating them just like he wants them. He grabs my wrists and does a

simple, double-column tie, binding them together.

Already the tendrils of relaxation wrap around me, flooding my body with endorphins. Moaning

softly, I lean into him, needing that bit of connection once more. I’ve gone a whole month without

seeing him or touching him, so I’m going to take every opportunity I can to make up for lost time.

“Do you trust me?” He stares down at me, his eyes earnest, nearly begging me for my submission.

“With my heart.” That’s the only way I know to respond, to make sure he truly understands how

important this moment is for us.

“What’s your safe word, minx?”

I shiver as my pet name rolls off his tongue. “Lavender.”

“Good girl.” Master Aiden whips out a blindfold and puts it on me, turning off my sense of sight.

Everyone is silent, allowing me to hear his ominous steps as they clack about on the wooden surface.

Soon, my arms are lifted into the air, not taut enough to cause pain in my shoulders, but enough that

there’s a stretch.

A pregnant pause ripples through the space as I stand there, waiting for his next move. It doesn’t

take long. Cool metal slides across my arms and slides under the band of my sports bra. The sound of

knives on fabric meets my ears as Master Aiden saws through the thick strap until it releases and falls

off my shoulder.

He does the same with the other side then works at the expanse covering my back. Cool air licks

at my skin as the fabric falls away and flutters to the floor.