Page 37 of Black Light: Cured

back, second-guessing my every movement. “May I?”

Normally, I love watching tears stream down the face of a willing submissive, but not like this.

These tears aren’t from something we’ve negotiated. They’re brought about by emotional anguish I

never planned to deliver.

“No. You may not touch me. What makes you even think you have the right to put your hands

anywhere on me after what you did?”

For the first time since leaving my mother’s home, I feel helpless and unsure. “Look. I really am

sorry. Give me another chance.”

She pulls away, as she shakes her head. “I can’t let you back on my table alone here at Black

Light. If you want another massage, it will have to be out here in the open where everyone can see and

hear what you’re saying. It’s policy.”

“Yours or Black Light’s?” I argue, not wanting to cut off any avenue of being able to see her.

Spencer shoves his way between us, forming a blockade. “Her policy is Black Light’s policy. If

she wants every fucking monitor around the two of you, then that’s what the policy will be. If you

don’t like it, I’m sure another club can accommodate you.”

He’s no longer yelling, and his fists are no longer balled up as if he’s ready to take a swing at me,

but I know better than to fight Spencer. If that’s what he’s saying, it’s as good as law.

“But I can see you in any other capacity. Correct? Am I understanding that correctly?”

All eyes turn to Lila, and she visibly gulps and shrinks back. It’s obvious that she doesn't like this

type of attention, and for a brief moment, I want to force everyone to back the fuck up and give her

space. The fact that she started off as some nameless obsession only to have her burrow this quickly

into my thoughts is concerning, but there’s nothing I can do about it right now. Standing here, watching

her like this… it kills me seeing her this vulnerable, this close to tears.

It doesn’t matter that I was the one that caused them. These assholes are making things worse. Yes,

I fucked up. I admitted it in front of everyone. I apologized in front of everyone. What else can I do? I

don’t want to lose Lila before even getting a chance to know her.

“To be as specific as I can, I will never massage you in one of these rooms by ourselves. If you

are to be massaged by me in something other than a pre-negotiated scene, a monitor will be present. Is

this agreeable?”

Kawan clears his throat and leans in close to her. My fingers itch as I watch the familiar way he