Page 7 of Black Light: Cured

Usually, when he plays, it’s with his own submissive or the dedicated rope bunnies of Black Light.

The woman standing before him, arms immobile, is shaking like a leaf, as if he’s asked to cut off a

limb instead of just tie her up. Underneath all of that, however, is the hint of subspace, a glossy look

to her eyes that’s honestly the most erotic part to BDSM. Interesting. I stare at her, taking in the

chocolate ringlets that cascade down her back. How I would love to wrap my fingers in those tresses

and pull her backward, bending her to my will.

She’s a vision. Even though I’m here fairly often, I don’t think I’ve seen her. I’m sure I would

have remembered that wild mane of hair that threatens to escape her low ponytail and those lips that

just beg me to fuck them. They part as she stares in my direction, and I can’t help the chuckle that

vibrates in my chest.

She’s high in subspace. I’d bet my next paycheck on it, but more than that, I can see the potential in

her timorous lust, but I need to do some intel on her first. I’m through playing with newbie subs who

have no clue how to handle pain.

“What do you know about her?”

“You need to be more specific, Master Aiden. There are a lot of hers around here.”

Stifling an eye roll, I turn to Heather and quirk up my brow. “Cheeky. You know what happens

when you toy with me. Or is that your way of saying you want my speculum to stretch you wide

again?”

Once more, that pretty blush fans across her cheeks as she looks downward. “No, Master Aiden.

Please clarify who you’re talking about.”

“The woman over with Dillon. I don’t think I’ve seen her before.”

“Oh, Lila!” Heather’s face brightens as she mentions her name. “You probably wouldn’t see her.

She’s usually either working in the aftercare rooms or gone before you get here. She doesn’t do late

nights.”

“Working? Is she a pro-Domme?” Looking back over at her as she sways in Dillon’s ropes, I

shake my head. I’m never wrong about anyone, and nothing about Lila says anything other than

submissive.

“Not like that. She does massage on Tuesdays before classes and for three hours every Saturday

as soon as the club opens. She’s a miracle worker. I swear. I could barely move my arm, but after

thirty minutes with her, it was as if I never strained it.”