Page 55 of Black Light: Cured

Her inner walls clamp down, making her entrance hug my fingertips. I’m not even inside and I can

feel just how much she wants this. Pulling away, I ignore her pitiful whimper and slap my hand across

her ass, smiling at the red handprint blossoming on her pale skin. She certainly does mark well.

Moving to the other cheek, I smack that side as well, evening her out.

Glancing over my shoulder, Garreth shoots me a bored look. He doesn’t have to stay unless he

wants to. We negotiated him checking in on us, but truthfully, nothing I have planned will need a

spotter. It will be just my hands, my belt, and my tongue.

I smack her ass again, listening to the keening moans as she rocks back and forth. She wants it.

She wants it so badly. But she’s not nearly desperate enough yet. Smacking the other side, I grin as the

sound bounces off the walls. Normally, I wouldn’t be able to hear it. Not with the music playing and

other couples making noises around us.

Over and over, I pepper her ass with swats, until she’s writhing in her bonds and her hips rock

back and forth. Unable to resist any longer, I drop to my knees and pull her back before sliding my

tongue deep inside her warmth. Her moan goes straight to my balls, tightening them up as I fuck her

pussy with my mouth.

Turning the opposite way, I move my lips up to her clit and graze it with my teeth at the same

moment I slide my finger inside. Her body bows as she grinds against my face. Using my free hand, I

grab her hip and hold her steady as I torment her with my tongue.

Shivers of need run down my spine and into my balls, making them squeeze and tighten until I can

barely think. I want so desperately to slide into her, to fuck her like my fingers are doing, but I have to

refrain. At least for tonight. Soon I’ll fuck her so hard she won’t be able to see straight.

When I stand up, I note the sheen in her eyes as she looks over her shoulder at me, her pouty lips

as she tries to affect an innocent expression. When that doesn’t work, she sucks her bottom lip in

between her teeth as desire flares in her eyes. A pretty face isn’t going to get her what she wants.

Stepping into her field of vision, I drop my hands down to my belt and play with the buckle, ramping

up the anticipation.

Her eyes follow my every movement, even going so far as to groan as I drag the leather through

the loops and double it in my hand. Going back behind her, I rest my hand at the base of her spine and

let loose. The first stripe goes down just under my hand, covering both cheeks.

Lila howls and bucks to get away, but I wait until she’s still to strike again. Each new smack is