Page 64 of Black Light: Cured

myself off, masturbating for the hundredth time to the thought of you, I sleep like a fucking baby.”

“Please,” she whimpers, her fingers clawing at the door. “This is my office. My workspace.

Please don’t tempt me here. I’m begging you, as my client. As my Dominant, I can’t resist you for

much longer.”

I pause and stare down at her. Did she just claim me as her Dominant? Did she assume that’s

where our relationship is going? I want to correct her, to tell her that I’m just her Top, the one that

will play with her and take her to heights she’s never known, but deep down… I know it’s more than

that.

Despite the fact that she’s a massage therapist, despite the fact that we will probably always

quarrel in that regard, there’s something about her, about us, that I want to explore. I want to get to

know her, to have her know me. I’m not a sap, I know there’s no such thing as love at first sight. But

by God, there’s certainly lust at first sight, and from the moment I laid eyes on Lila, I wanted her to be

mine.

“Say it again,” I order, pressing my body against hers.

“I’m sorry I splashed you. How many times do you want me to say it?” she wails, arching back at

me as if to push me off her.

“Not that. What am I to you?”

Lila pauses for a moment and takes in a deep breath, as if she finally realizes the words that came

out of her mouth. Turning her back around, I stare into her eyes, silently demanding she answer me.

“My Dominant?” Her words are soft, tentative, as if by saying them she’ll make all this disappear.

But she can’t be any further from the truth. I want her. All of her. Crazy therapist and all. Leaning

down, I capture her lips with mine, groaning as she opens her mouth to let my tongue sweep inside.

Claiming her, owning her, showing her that I’m not planning on going anywhere. At least not until

some of those bigger offers I’ve put feelers out come calling.

Her hips rise up as she grinds against me, her frantic whimpers of need pounding into my skull

and flooding my brain. Pulling back, I do as she requested. As her Dominant, I have to look out for

her, to care for her needs. And right now, she needs me to be the strong one, the professional one. For

her, I can do that.

“How do you want me?”

She looks up at me, her eyes clouded with lust. “I can’t say that here.”