Page 100 of Black Light: Cured

Shamelessly, I admire them for a moment. They look so pretty bound and unable to move. Though

I’ve never had much of a foot fetish, in the moment I want to kiss them, to see how she would

respond. But I refrain. If anything, doing something so out of the blue might pull her out of the scene.

She squirms about, tugging for good measure, feeling out the boundaries I’m imposing on her.

Reaching forward, I slide my hands under her ass and pull her toward me until her pussy is so close

to my lips I could just slip my tongue out and tease her clit, but I hold back.

Stepping to the side, I pull up the heavy restraints, strapping her body down until she’s barely able

to move. Then I gather her wrists and stretch them above her head where another set of cuffs wait.

She’s stretched out in front of me, unable to move, and God help me but the need to fuck her right then

and there slams into me.

“I see here that you’ve been having some pelvic discomfort. Is that right Ms. Daniels?” I have to

get into character, to shove off the incessant desire to slide my cock into that tight little pussy of hers.

“Yes, sir.” Her soft, plaintive whisper skitters along my spine, tightening every muscle.

Setting my bag on the counter, I pull out the tools I’m going to use tonight and set them on the

surgical tray near the gurney. For extra effect, I pull out a set of needles and sounding equipment as

well, just to fuck with her. She’s far too innocent for that sort of play. That will come later when we

have a stronger bond and sense of trust.

But for now, based on the widening of her eyes, the tools are doing their job. Picking up the

portable oxygen and pulse reader, I clamp it down on one of her fingers and study the numbers. Well

within normal range, but her pulse is a bit elevated, confirming my suspicion.

“Your pulse is a little higher than I’d like. Are you scared?”

“Yes, sir.” There’s a slight catch in her voice, a raspy thread of need that shows she’s on that

razor’s edge of fear and arousal—exactly where I want her to be.

“Excellent. Just what I want to hear.” Her lips bunch up as if she’s about to stick her tongue out at

me, but only for a second before it relaxes. Lila certainly catches on quickly.

Taking a blood pressure cuff, I affix it to her arm and go through the motions of tightening it and

measuring her blood pressure, knowing full well that I won’t get any good results with her arms like

this. Keeping in character, I shake my head and tsk, as if I don’t like what I’m seeing.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to take your temperature,” I say and, like a dutiful little patient, she

opens her mouth as I chuckle at her naivety. “Oh, it’s so cute that you think it’s going into your mouth.”