Page 170 of Black Light: Cured

Knowing that everyone here can see my arousal isn’t the worst part, it’s knowing that this

sensitive part of me is now open to whatever diabolical plans Master Aiden has. But instead of

torturing my pussy, the steps move toward my back.

Cold washes over me as he disinfects the areas exposed between the ropes, and for a moment, my

breath stutters. The one time we did needles, it was the most exquisite form of play I’d ever

experienced. Right on par with rope. Is there a chance he’ll combine the two? Giving me both the

experiences I crave and the part of him that makes me pant in need?

That familiar piercing sensation, followed by a delicious burn, short-circuits my synapses.

Moaning, I force myself to keep still as he slides the needle all the way through. For some reason,

however, it feels like it’s dragging my skin down a bit, as if the needles are heavier.

One by one, he slides metal into my skin, stealing my breath with each breach, all the way down

one side and then the other. At this point, I’m nearly unable to form a coherent sentence. Master Aiden

keeps checking in on me, and I have enough wherewithal to say ‘green,’ but that’s about it.

All too soon, his hands pull away from me, and I’m suspended, hovering between heaven and

earth as pain and pleasure coalesce into a pounding need that has me desperate for relief.

“Permission to get Lila’s phone and take a picture for her? I’m sure she’ll want to see this when

she’s back with us.”

“I’ll grab it.” Master Spencer’s voice echoes in my head, distorted, as if he’s far away.

However, at the mention of my phone, my brain tries to work, desperately churning, attempting to

alert me to some problem I can’t even bring to the surface. There’s something about my phone that

makes this dangerous. If only I can remember what.

“Care to tell me,” he eventually growls in my ear. “Why my twenty-five-hundred-dollar bottle of

Macallan 30 is being guzzled up by everyone in this club? Or why you’re drinking it from the bottle

like a neanderthal?”

Fuck. That’s why he wasn’t supposed to have my phone. At the time, I didn’t think much of it. He

wasn’t supposed to see that after I chickened out on texting it to him, but now my sins are out there,

exposed. I can only hope he won’t be too angry.

“And you, Klara. As a bartender, I’m shocked you even let this happen.”

“Hey now,” she fires back from somewhere in the audience. “If you hadn’t broken Lila’s heart,

none of this would have happened. So all of this is on your head.”