Page 13 of Black Light: Cured

delicate folds. Taking in a deep breath, for just a moment, I swear I can smell her arousal. That, or

I’m just imagining things.

I want to join Dillon on the platform, to take over the scene and devour her, to follow the edges of

the fabric with my tongue and taste her as she quivers in her bonds. Does she know that I’m watching

her, fantasizing about everything I could do to her?

I’ve never been one to deal with ropes—medical restraints are more my style—but either way, I

want to explore every inch of her body. Desire pulses through me as I watch her swing there,

breathing in deeply.

Lila’s body finally relaxes fully, and I watch as she lets go. Even the ropes creak just a bit as they

take all of her weight. I want—no, need—to see her eyes. Standing, I ignore the stab of arousal as I

give her nearly bare pussy another glance. There will be time for that later. Now, I just want to see

her in the throes of subspace, to drink in her energy as she hangs there, swaddled and practically

helpless.

The moment I come around, I’m done for. Her crystalline blue eyes stare up at me for a brief

second before clouding over with lust. Oh, this little charlatan likes what she sees… and why

shouldn’t she? I’m a fucking god while she’s just some supplicant wanting to worship at the feet of

those above her. And what a pretty little supplicant she would be. A perfect vessel for me to mark and

claim as my own.

I long to reach out, to touch her pale skin, kissed with a slight blush. She looks like she would

mark well, and God how beautiful would she look with rivulets of blood running down that

breastbone to pool around her navel. Stifling a groan, I lean forward so my face hovers in front of

hers.

Once more, her lips part as she stares at me, her eyes begging me to fuck her. And oh, how I want

to. I long to unzip my Burberry pants, slide down my Versace boxer briefs, and fill her gaping mouth

with my cock.

Normally, I don’t have sex with the women I play with; I find that mixing my type of play and sex

to be messy business. Have I wanted to mix the two? Often. It gets exhausting seeing to my own

needs. But the type of fucking I want to do takes a unique type of woman. I want to drive into them

with our blood between us, providing a lubricant you can’t get in stores.

Usually, I don’t even entertain the thought. I’m more concerned with taking out my sadistic