Page 89 of Black Light: Cured

make it so he doesn’t want to be my Dominant?

Eventually, his deep voice rumbles through the air, making the hairs on my arms stand on end as

he commands, “Rise.”

Doing my best to keep my breathing even and my mind from going all over the place, I stand,

keeping my head bowed. His warm fingers slide under my chin, forcing my gaze upward until our

eyes lock. Instead of recrimination or any hint at being upset, his eyes are warm, kind, inviting even.

Does this mean my list is good enough? Does this mean… I’m good enough?

“Everything on here is absolutely true. Yes? You didn’t lie by omission or lessen the severity of

your triggers to make it easier on me to play with you, did you?”

Once more, I let my gaze slide away from his face as guilt slams into me. I didn’t do it, but I

wanted to, and that’s almost bad as actually doing it.

“Talk to me, Lila. As of right now, I’m only going to punish you for the lavender. And even then,

it’s more of a funishment, something to reconnect us after being apart for a couple days. I want nothing

but honesty between us. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir. But—”

“There are no buts. Not with this. This is the one thing I will never waver on. I want you to

always feel like you can tell me anything. Can you handle that?” His words are strong, implacable,

and my stomach flips at the veiled threat beneath them.

“Yes, sir. I understand. And no, sir. I didn’t change anything. But… I thought about it. I apologize.

If you feel the need to punish me, then I understand.” Agony lances through my heart as I speak those

words.

I really shouldn’t have thought about it at all, but there it is. Now he knows. Hopefully, he’ll make

good on his promise to be okay with honesty. If he never asked, I never would have told him. Simple

as that.

His loud laugh, however, is the last thing I expect. Peering up at him, I watch in fascination as his

Adam's apple bobs up and down, and for a moment, I have the insane urge to lick that expanse of skin,

to feel it vibrate beneath my lips.

“Sweetheart, if people got punished for what they thought, then everyone would be in trouble. I

appreciate you being honest with me, though. Now head over to one of the spanking benches so I can

attempt to curb this urge to throw oils to make me, how did you so eloquently put it? ‘Lighten the fuck