Page 95 of Black Light: Cured

front of me, he smiles down at my blissed-out face as he extends his hand and snaps his fingers.

Soon, as if by magic, a bottle of water appears in his hand, and I make a move to take it so I can

get the taste of his cum out of my mouth. Instead of handing it to me, he shakes his head.

“Open.” The moment my mouth parts, he sets the rim of the bottle on my bottom lip and tips

slowly until I can get a swallow or two. “I always take care of my good girl. Let me do that,

understood?”

After getting a few more sips I pull back and nod. “Thank you.”

Master Aiden flashes me a wide grin and stands back up. “Seems I’ve been a bit remiss in my

examination of you. Put on the gown and go into the stall behind you.”

Right. The urine sample. A small part of me hoped he had forgotten all about it with that fabulous

blow job I gave him, but no such luck. Standing up, I take the gown and pull it around my shoulders,

letting it hang in front. At this point, the crowd from the watersports scene has split off to form

another group around us.

There’s no way he’s going to make me pee in front of all these people, is he? ‘Lavender’ hovers

on my lips as more people pour into the room. Can I do this for him? Can I let him have this moment?

He leans forward for a moment and brushes his fingers down my cheek. “It’s just you and me in

here. No one else. Not one person here matters. Just me.” He steps away for a moment and rummages

through the bag before pulling out an official sample cup and black marker. Winking at me, he puts the

cap between his teeth and pulls, releasing the marker. “First initial and last name?”

“L Daniels.”

“Birthday?”

Leaning forward, I whisper into his ear, not wanting everyone to know that much information

about me. “Six, twenty-two, ninety-nine.”

He stares at me for a moment, his eyes wide. “That young?” He looks up and does the math in his

head. “You’re only twenty-three?”

Puffing up, I cross my arms. “I’ll be twenty-four this year. Hardly a baby. What about you, old

man? How old are you?”

Growling, he pulls me forward and slides his lips across mine. “You’re going to pay for that old

man crack. And I’m thirty-five. Hardly decrepit.”

I stifle a laugh as I look up at him. To think something so simple would be such a blow to his ego.