Page 66 of Black Light: Cured

pull both that and my pants down, freeing my erection. The tip of my cock bounces back against my

lower abs after escaping the tight confines of the elastic, and I groan at the sensation.

If only we were back at Black Light. If only we were doing a scene and not having a massage. I

would bend her over something, anything, and drive into her, filling her with my cock. Gripping the

base, I glance over at the door, wondering how long I have until she gets back.

Will it be enough time to jerk one out? Probably. With the way I’m feeling it won’t take long. But

that would be completely unprofessional of me. Still… I stare down at the pristine sheets, a wicked

smile curving my lips. How badly I want to come all over these sheets, but I have to refrain. For her

sake, I have to at least attempt to be a gentleman instead of the savage beast she’s turning me into.

Slamming my fist against the table, I start to think about the latest stats in orthopedic surgery. I fill

my head with recent journal articles I’ve read. Everything but the curve of her ass or the feel of her

pussy as it squeezed around my fingers. But it’s no use. The moment I’m able to put my mind on other

things, that fucking scent of lavender fills my nose, making me think only of her.

This is going to be a long-ass massage. No doubt I’ll be blue balling by the end of this. Settling

under the sheets, I grit my teeth as the fabric scrapes against my sensitive skin. It’s as if the fucking

sheet weighs a thousand pounds, even though it’s so thin and light. I want to rip it off, to be

completely bare, but that won’t be giving Lila what she needs—a Dom that can respect her

boundaries.

She bustles in and sits down behind my head. Looking up, all I can see is the swell of her breasts,

and I tamp down a moan. My cock jerks up, disturbing the sheets, and for a moment, I’m mortified.

I’m trying my best to give Lila what she needs, to let her find absolution for the pain she caused me,

and all my dick can think about is how soon it can be inside her.

Normally, I don’t have this problem. Normally, I’m a guy that can keep things under control, but

just feeling her fingers resting on my shoulders as she takes a deep breath is enough to make it twitch

again. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m not an adolescent boy. I’m not having to hide impromptu

erections anymore. Yet every moment I’m in Lila’s presence, it’s up and raring to go.

If she notices the movement, however, she pays it no mind, ever the professional. I have to give

her credit for that at least. Closing my eyes, I let her do her work, mentally noting what she’s doing

and how. The pressure she uses isn’t nearly as deep as last night, but I can still feel the tension

releasing.