Page 96 of Black Light: Cured

The moment he hands me the cup, however, all desire to laugh dies on my lips. It’s now or never.

“Hold this.” Dipping back into his bag, he pulls out a pair of vinyl gloves and pulls them on with

an audible smack.

Shivering, I watch as he methodically checks every finger, every inch of the gloves, as if prepping

for surgery. I’ve never forgotten his occupation but watching him in his element makes my insides

clench with need. He reaches forward and plucks the cup from my fingers and points to the stall

behind me.

“I want to ensure that this is a proper sample. To do so, I’ll take it myself. Sit.”

The command in his voice has my knees buckling, nearly sending me toppling down onto the toilet

seat. From where I’m at, his shoulders block out any sight of the others standing out there, waiting for

me to pee, but just because I can’t see them doesn’t mean I can forget they’re there.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he purrs, squatting down so that he’s level with me.

The moment he descends, I can see the others. Mortified, I screw my eyes shut as I sit there, using

his voice to guide my actions. Once more, I’m tempted to just say ‘lavender’ and stop everything, but I

know if I do that, I’ll be tempted to say it every time things get difficult. At some point, I need to just

let Master Aiden take control and trust that he won’t do anything to harm me—mentally or physically.

“That’s my good girl. Just keep your eyes shut while I examine you. I’ll be getting a much closer

look once you’re on my table, but for now, just let my fingers do the work. Are you going to give me

the urine sample I need? Are you going to obey me, or will I have to force it out of you?”

My eyes fly open in horror at his last threat. “You can’t just make someone pee.”

“Oh, but I can, sweet Lila. I know of at least one or two people that can put a catheter into you.

You’ll have no choice but to fill that bag up for me. So, what’s it going to be? Will you do as I ask?

Or will I have to find another way?”

Glancing at the crowd, I pull my bottom lip into my mouth. “But everyone is watching.”

He doesn’t even turn around to acknowledge them. “So? Let them watch. Trust me, if they’re in

here, they’re enjoying the show. You’re not going to deprive them of a good show, now are you?

You’re not going to leave all these people disappointed when all they want to see is a little piss are

you?”

Humiliation crawls through my body, but beneath that is an arousal unlike anything I’ve felt

before, as if my body is feeding off his filthy words. As his fingers slide across my clit to slide into