Page 91 of Black Light: Cured

the bench.

His gruff chuckle as his hand once more descends upon my upturned ass slithers under my skin,

making me hot, flushed, burning from the inside out.

“Please,” I moan, needing his touch somewhere far more intimate.

“Oh, baby, as much as I love to hear you beg, I’m not nearly done with you. Not yet. You still owe

me a medical scene. Perhaps if you’re a good girl for me, I’ll let you come when I’m done with you.”

My body quivers at his words, both in arousal and dread. Not fear that he’s going to harm me, but

fear of the unknown. I’ve never engaged in a scene like this before, and I have no idea what to expect.

Lifting up, I turn, looking at him over my shoulder, but it’s no use. No amount of pouting is getting the

results I desire.

“At my feet.” His barked order floods my ears, compelling my body into action. In a flurry of

movement, I slide off the bench and kneel at his feet, head hanging low in supplication. The more

submissive I am, the more likely he will be to get me off. “What part of piss play bothers you?” he

growls.

Shocked, I look up at him, judging his expression. Out of everything I thought he would say or ask,

that wasn’t it. “Excuse me?”

“You heard my question. If I have to repeat myself, it will make it that much longer until I get you

off. And trust me, I can be downright diabolical with the extra time.”

“I heard you,” I mumble, heat flooding my cheeks. “But that doesn’t mean I want to answer.”

With a sigh, he leans down, squatting until we’re nearly eye to eye. “Is it that you don’t like being

peed on? Do you have trouble peeing in front of others? What aspect do you not like? All of this line

of inquiry will be over the minute you answer me.”

“I-I guess people peeing on me? I’ve had to use the bathroom with others in the room before, so I

guess it’s not really that.”

“Good.”

Before I can ask any further questions, Master Aiden stands and pulls me up with him. Bending

low, he picks up a bag that I hadn’t noticed before, and my stomach clenches. I should have known

someone like him would have an old-fashioned medical bag for something like medical play.

He pulls me away from the bench just as one of the club DMs sweeps in to wipe everything down,

and for a moment, a pang of longing shoots through me. It should be me cleaning up after us. Not