Page 145 of Black Light: Cured

Perhaps he has to get into a different headspace to cause me this type of pain?

Before I can think too much about it, he places the spiked end onto my ass, letting the prickles

invade my brain. They’re sharp. Even just resting there, I can feel them digging into my skin.

“What’s your safe word?” His voice is harsh, as if holding onto a thin amount of control.

“It’s lavender.”

“Good girl.” The moment the words leave his lips, he pulls back on the paddle and swings it. A

scream lodges in my throat as an explosion of pain rocks through me. It’s not unmanageable, it’s not

something I have to safe word over, but it is unexpected. I don’t even have time to think before he

smacks the other side, evening me out in the worst possible way.

This time, a scream does break loose, and for a moment, I’m worried the other masters and

monitors will come running to make sure I’m okay. Though I hear a shuffle of movement behind me,

no one intervenes.

After giving me enough time to take in a few gulps of air, Master Aiden strikes again, and tears

roll down my cheeks. It’s cathartic, it’s heaven, it’s what I need to finally let go. Numbness creeps

into my body as I relax into the padded table. Subspace beckons me, and I no longer resist.

I can’t feel the pain. Instead, it’s bright shards of pleasure, liquid warmth that splashes against me.

Though Master Aiden slows down the number of times he paddles me, he’s still relentless, making

each blow count. Moans buzz across my lips as I lift into the paddle, drinking in the pain and

transforming it to blissful pleasure.

When he stops, the world becomes just a bit more intrusive. Though I’m still deep in subspace, I

can hear noises that were once background static. The sensation of people filing into the space

registers, but I don’t care. Then a far different sting brings my pain receptors back in full force.

“I didn’t draw that much blood, but I’m still going to wipe down your skin.”

Ahhh, so that’s why it’s cold and painful. My eyes drift shut as Master Aiden examines me,

making sure I’m good to go, and all too soon, his hands leave my ass and drift up to my back.

“Since you’re a novice at this, I’m only going to do a few, and I’m going to place them in your

upper back. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I murmur, my body still swaddled in the cocoon of his attentions. Tilting my head, I

look up and stare into his eyes and, for a moment, it’s as if a flash of pain rocks through him.

“What’s your safe word, minx?” he whispers, his voice laden with some unknown emotion.