Page 146 of Black Light: Cured

“Lavender.”

He reaches out to stroke my face, touching so gingerly, as if he’s afraid I’m going to shatter right

before his eyes. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

His voice has changed somehow.

It’s ragged, raw, full of emotion. Though I don’t see any evidence of tears, his voice sounds thick,

as if he’s swallowing it back. But why? I’m fine. What he’s doing to me is fine. As if to reassure him,

I nuzzle into the palm of his hand, soaking in his warmth, his strength. We stay there, holding in that

moment, with neither of us moving for the longest time.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me and take these needles.” His voice is back to normal, and I

wonder if I imagined everything.

More than likely that’s it.

Once more, his fingers trail down my face to pause at my lips. He lingers there, his eyes searching

my face for something, but I’m not sure what. Before I can ask him, he pulls away and goes to his

medical bag and pulls out a vibrator. Without saying another word, he turns it on and eases it

underneath me to buzz against my clit.

Thoughts flee from my head as pleasure swamps my brain. How can I think or ponder anything

with that thing buzzing against me? The feel of Master Aiden’s fingers pinching my skin barely even

registers. I want so badly to rock back and forth against the vibrator, but I don’t want to move wrong

and mess him up.

When the needle first pierces my skin, my brain can’t really comprehend what’s happening. It’s a

little sharp, that much I expected, but more than that is a burn that I didn’t know would happen. But,

most of all, the fact that it’s not causing me as much pain as I was worried about sends a relief

flowing through me, allowing me to collapse onto the exam table.

I didn’t realize until that moment just how anxious I was about this, just how much tension I’ve

been holding. Now, I lie still, letting the pulsing at my clit drive me ever closer to orgasm as Master

Aiden slides another needle into my skin. Moans claw out of my throat and bounce around the walls.

One more needle slides in to join the other two, and the burn is now a low heat, barely even

noticeable. If Master Aiden wanted to, he could put even more, but I know he wants to start off

slowly. I’ll definitely need to do this with him again. Just like with the ropes, everything went quiet

the moment the metal touched my back.