Page 52 of Black Light: Cured

“Either of those are fine.” Glancing up, I note Master Garreth as he lurks in my periphery.

“What about penetration? Is penetration on or off the list?”

The world spins as I think about the ramifications of my answer. God yes, I want him to penetrate

me. It’s all I’ve wanted since I laid eyes on him. “If it’s your fingers or tongue, that’s fine. If it’s your

cock, I request a condom. I’m on the pill, but you can never be too careful.”

“Agreed. So, to sum this up and get on with it. You’re fine with me using my hands or my belt.

You’re also fine with me using my fingers or tongue anywhere. Including your asshole?”

“You want your tongue there?” Shame lights up my face as his lips split into a grin.

“That’s not off the table for me. Is it for you?” His lips widen even more as I cast a helpless

glance over at Master Garreth.

“I suppose not.”

“We’ll mark it as a soft limit then. Anything other than an enthusiastic yes will go into that

category unless you say it’s a hard limit.”

“It’s not a hard limit. I’ve just never done that. I’m fine putting it into the soft limit category.”

“What about your hard limits? What are those?” He stares down at me as if looking into my soul.

“Scat, piss, incest play? I know those for certain. I also need you to not leave marks on my arms at

all. Be very careful with how you restrain me so there’s no undue pressure on those joints.”

“Perfectly acceptable.” He slides in closer, easing his hand across my waist. “Does that mean I

can leave marks in other places?”

Turning my face up, our lips are close together, almost touching. I want to kiss him so badly, to

see if his lips are as soft as they look, but I also don’t want to make the first move. I don't want to

assume things that aren’t there.

“Will it hurt?”

“Oh, my sweet Lila. I can make it hurt so good if you let me.”

Closing my eyes, I sway into him, letting the moan I’ve been holding back finally come to the

surface. Many of the Doms here promise me pain, and they deliver, but it never feels like enough.

Could Master Aiden be the one that quiets my brain like Master Dillon’s ropes did?

His hand wraps around my wrist and pulls my arm up to latch me to the cross, making it nearly

immobile. My body squirms as tingles flow into my extremities and my stomach flops. Once he does

the other arm, he starts in on my ankles until I’m completely stretched out and at his mercy. Right now,