Page 169 of Black Light: Cured

“Wait!” I cry out, twisting the ropes until I’m in the direction I last heard him. “I want to

negotiate!”

“Don’t you think it’s a little late for that?” His voice is thick and husky as it slides across my ear.

“Not this part. The sex. I don’t want you wearing a condom. I-I was hoping to ask since I wasn’t

in subspace yet.”

His chuckle washes across the swell of my breasts before his lips wrap around my nipple and he

sucks hard. Stars explode behind my eyelids, and I can’t help my hips rocking back and forth, needing

the relief that I know he can bring me.

“Bold of you to assume I’m going to fuck you.”

“But— I…”

“Teasing love,” he murmurs against the opposite breast. “I fully intend on fucking that pretty pussy

I’ve been dreaming about and jerking myself off to in my lonely, sterile apartment. And if you want

me bare, if you want to feel my cum as it shoots inside you, marking you as mine… then I’ll be happy

to oblige.”

His filthy words make my body quake with need. I know I asked for a rope scene, but deep down,

I really want us to have hot, decadent, relationship-affirming sex.

After pinching both my nipples and pulling hard on them, he lets them go and disappears again.

Once more, the back of a knife grazes my skin as he alerts me to its presence before slicing through

my panties. Thank God I wore the ugly pair today.

All too soon, the coldness of the knife is replaced with the heat of his mouth as he kisses the top

of my mound and works his way down, spreading my legs so he can thrust his tongue deep inside.

Gasping, I claw at the ropes as he devours me, eating me up like I’m his last meal.

When he pulls away, a whimper of need rips from my throat, but he simply chuckles and ignores

it. When he comes back again, it’s to slide more rope around me, making the strands weave around

me in a chest and waist harness. Just like Master Dillon on that first night, Master Aiden coils the

ropes around my legs and ankles next.

Instead of leaning me back like I’m in a hammock, however, he simply brings my legs up so that

I’m sitting, like I’m in a chair. Murmured voices bounce around me as another pair of hands join in.

Most likely it’s Master Dillon helping Master Aiden out. Between the two of them, my heels soon

meet the backs of my thighs and I’m spread wide.