Page 171 of Black Light: Cured

My body tenses as Master Aiden’s footsteps get closer. “I guess we’re even then. Sound fair to

you, little minx?”

Letting my breath out in a whoosh, I barely notice as he walks away again. It’s okay. We’re both

okay. His scalding warmth brushes against my thighs as he pushes himself into my space, and I moan

as the bare tip of his cock brushes against my wet folds.

“I could just deny you an orgasm, but after being away from you this long, I don’t want to deny

myself the pleasure of watching you come apart on my dick.”

Soon, the buzz of a vibrator meets my ears just seconds before he places it on my clit. My groan

of ecstasy is cut short as his cock surges forward, filling me in one, complete stroke. Moaning, I drop

my head back, crying out as he fucks me hard. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed him.

It isn’t just about the sex, it’s about the intimate connection of coming back together. This time,

however, it feels raw, primal, almost animalistic, as if he’s trying to prove to my heart and body that

he’s really here. His grunts punctuate the air as he slams into me, holding onto the ropes to keep me

anchored.

Pleasure clenches my core, drawing out another groaned expletive from his lips. With each jerk, I

feel something brushing against me, gliding against my skin. It’s enough to pull me out of the scene and

worry that something’s crawling on me. Frantic, I whip my head around, a whimper hovering at my

lips.

“I got you baby,” he groans out. “That’s just the feathers from the needles touching you. You’re

okay. All I did was make you an angel so everyone could see your true nature.”

Tears prick my eyes but are soon absorbed by the blindfold, wicking them away as if they never

even existed. Once more, pleasure crests inside as sensations swirl through me, tightening my body.

His scent, his sounds, the feel of his cock driving in and out of me. All of it slams into me, shattering

me as my orgasm rips through reality.

Crying out, I thrash in my bonds as pure, unadulterated pleasure floods my senses. Once he knows

I’m through, Master Aiden rips the vibrator away before turning it off and letting it clatter to the floor.

With both hands free, he wraps his fingers around my ass and holds me still as he pistons in and out of

me, searching for his own release.

Soon, he swells deep inside, jerking against my raw nerves as he comes. In this moment, I feel so

connected to him, so intimately entwined. It’s enough to send flutters of aftershocks rocking through