Black Light: Branded
Excerpt By Kay Elle Parker
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“Somebody likes the Sybian,” he commented, kicking it up again. Notch three. The first orgasms were usually the easiest to draw out, before the nervous system overheated and the body became so sensitive, orgasms became akin to pain.
His goal was to coax her up to that delicate line, feed her body with pleasure and sate her mind with the pain she desired. She'd take what she needed. “Color, Ava?”
“Greeeeeeen,” was the mewling answer.
Okay then. Finn skipped level four and went straight for five. He was viciously hard, his cock demanding their submissive get the hell of the pseudo dicks and climb onto the real deal. She wasn't rocking any more, those slim hips were dancing, bouncing, slapping against silicone with wet slaps. She'd tire soon, her body burning out.
He intended to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her before that happened.
The face he loved contorted with the onset of another climax, those stunning eyes rolling back for a moment as she shuddered and wailed. She sagged in the restraints, her arms going limp. Poor little sub, he thought wickedly. She didn't know what to do with the overload on her system, was helpless to do anything but take it. Fully impaled on the two dildos, she simply sat and shuddered.
“Keep going, little minx. You're not done yet.” His thumb hovered over the On switch for rotation, debating whether or not to activate it. Three orgasms in a short period of time would make her feel heavy, overstimulated. Rotation might be too much.
“I'm not?” Her breath hitched. “But I'm a candle.”
Huh. That was definitely new. Finn had heard some excuses in his time, but he'd never heard a sub describe herself as a candle before. Slightly concerned he'd turned her mind to mush, he toned the machine's vibrations back down to the first notch, letting them simmer gently. Keeping her on a low buzz of arousal. “Are you hurting, Ava?”
A curtain of white hair swung gently in time with her head. Gasping breaths eased. “No, Sir. But I'm glowing. I feel like I'm glowing from the inside out...” She trailed off weakly, a quiet ah-ah-ah replacing whatever it was she'd been about to
say. “I think I need to pee.”
Satisfied her brain was completely functional, only a bit dazed if anything, Finn continued his circle around her. Tweaking the dial, he inched up the vibration again, amusing himself by urging her up to the brink, whipping her away again before she fell. Making her work for her fourth orgasm was more entertaining than force-feeding it to her.
“Master Finnegan? Sir?”
“Yes, Ava?”
“I-I don't know if you heard me before,” she gasped out between whimpers, “but I really need to pee!”
I wonder... “Feeling full, are we, little minx?” Finn perused the immediate area. The Sybian was waterproof, for obvious reasons. The padded top could be wiped down after use, and the floor...oh yeah, no fibrous material in sight. The whole station was designed for quick and easy clean-up should something like this happen. Now he was aware this was a possibility, he had a yen to make it happen. “It's okay, little dove. Just relax and I'll take care of it.”
“I don't...Sir, please...” She was on the verge of crying, yanking uselessly at the cuffs. “I don't want to pee!”
He deftly reduced the vibrations back to a simmer again, stepping forward to set the control box behind her. Her thigh was ridiculously tense beneath his palm as he rested it high on her leg. The muscles quivered as he stroked gently. “Ava, stop worrying. You're not going to pee.” He reached between her legs to where she was wet and swollen. Her restraints jangled harshly when his fingertip grazed over her clit, her hips desperately seeking to evade him. He could feel the lowgrade buzz of the powerful vibrator humming through the little nub. “Does it hurt anywhere? Are you in pain?”
“No,” she whined pitifully. “But I need to—”
Finn cut off her next insistence with a shake of his head. “It doesn't hurt now, and it's not going to. You're going to trust me, aren't you, pretty girl? You're scared of being embarrassed, humiliated, but there's nobody outside this platform, little dove. Even if there was, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's a beautiful thing, I promise. Will you let me show you?”
She responded best if he didn't force a choice on her when she got herself all twisted up. He'd learned that the hard way and it only resulted in her jamming her heels into
the ground and holding onto her anxiety for dear life. In his opinion, asking her to submit to his wishes instead of demanding she did didn't make him less dominant, it just meant he understood her far better than she realized. He didn't want everything to be a battle of wills, however fun it could be. A battle of wills with Ava was some of the best entertainment, but here and now, sweet capitulation was best for them both.
“I can say no?” Indecision warred with her need to please. She hated humiliation more than she'd hated anal; Finn identified with that. Humiliation wasn't on his list of
approved kinks either.
“You can always say no,” he reassured her, tapping his fingernail on the distended bud beneath his fingers. He relished the high-pitched cry he wrenched from her lips, did it again just to hear the delicious squeak of distress. “Just say yes this time.”
“Okay, okay.” She dropped her head forward in defeat.
“That's my girl. Trust me,” he reiterated, sliding his fingers through the wetness soaking the space between her thighs in a fond farewell. He sucked his fingers clean, licking his lips when her eyes met his through the curtain of her hair. “Enjoy the ride, little dove.”
Finn retrieved the control box, clicking the dial from one to eight. Not quite the maximum setting but enough to send Ava's body into spasms. Her fingers gripped the chains above the cuffs, turning white with strain. Her stomach muscles contracted, almost doubling her over as plaintive cries ripped into the air, drowning out every other sound in the room. He saw her thighs bunch, launching her up to escape the sudden, overwhelming current spiking into her orifices. Before she could throw herself off the machine, Finn vaulted up behind her, one arm hooking around her waist and holding her down onto the silicon appendages driving her insane. Perched on the padded ledge behind the Sybian, he swiped his thumb over the rotation switch, clicking it on.
Ava screamed his name. He'd wrestled steers with less strength than his submissive
in her desire to avoid her orgasm. Bucking, writhing, howling with primitive rage, she did her damnedest to climb off the Sybian. The orgasm raced into existence; he could feel it barreling through her with the force of an avalanche. He shoved the box into the narrow gap between his thighs and the base of the machine, twisted the rotation dial several notches, then braced her with his free arm over her chest.
The orgasm detonated.
It seized her from head to toe, locking her in an endless spasm. Another scream erupted, quickly dying to silence as her lungs squeezed the sound dry. Rivulets of sweat streamed down her back, her throat, her chest, turning his shirt into a damp mess. Pale, milky fluid burst free in a low arch from between her thighs, liberally splattering over the padded surface in front of her.
His goal was to coax her up to that delicate line, feed her body with pleasure and sate her mind with the pain she desired. She'd take what she needed. “Color, Ava?”
“Greeeeeeen,” was the mewling answer.
Okay then. Finn skipped level four and went straight for five. He was viciously hard, his cock demanding their submissive get the hell of the pseudo dicks and climb onto the real deal. She wasn't rocking any more, those slim hips were dancing, bouncing, slapping against silicone with wet slaps. She'd tire soon, her body burning out.
He intended to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her before that happened.
The face he loved contorted with the onset of another climax, those stunning eyes rolling back for a moment as she shuddered and wailed. She sagged in the restraints, her arms going limp. Poor little sub, he thought wickedly. She didn't know what to do with the overload on her system, was helpless to do anything but take it. Fully impaled on the two dildos, she simply sat and shuddered.
“Keep going, little minx. You're not done yet.” His thumb hovered over the On switch for rotation, debating whether or not to activate it. Three orgasms in a short period of time would make her feel heavy, overstimulated. Rotation might be too much.
“I'm not?” Her breath hitched. “But I'm a candle.”
Huh. That was definitely new. Finn had heard some excuses in his time, but he'd never heard a sub describe herself as a candle before. Slightly concerned he'd turned her mind to mush, he toned the machine's vibrations back down to the first notch, letting them simmer gently. Keeping her on a low buzz of arousal. “Are you hurting, Ava?”
A curtain of white hair swung gently in time with her head. Gasping breaths eased. “No, Sir. But I'm glowing. I feel like I'm glowing from the inside out...” She trailed off weakly, a quiet ah-ah-ah replacing whatever it was she'd been about to
say. “I think I need to pee.”
Satisfied her brain was completely functional, only a bit dazed if anything, Finn continued his circle around her. Tweaking the dial, he inched up the vibration again, amusing himself by urging her up to the brink, whipping her away again before she fell. Making her work for her fourth orgasm was more entertaining than force-feeding it to her.
“Master Finnegan? Sir?”
“Yes, Ava?”
“I-I don't know if you heard me before,” she gasped out between whimpers, “but I really need to pee!”
I wonder... “Feeling full, are we, little minx?” Finn perused the immediate area. The Sybian was waterproof, for obvious reasons. The padded top could be wiped down after use, and the floor...oh yeah, no fibrous material in sight. The whole station was designed for quick and easy clean-up should something like this happen. Now he was aware this was a possibility, he had a yen to make it happen. “It's okay, little dove. Just relax and I'll take care of it.”
“I don't...Sir, please...” She was on the verge of crying, yanking uselessly at the cuffs. “I don't want to pee!”
He deftly reduced the vibrations back to a simmer again, stepping forward to set the control box behind her. Her thigh was ridiculously tense beneath his palm as he rested it high on her leg. The muscles quivered as he stroked gently. “Ava, stop worrying. You're not going to pee.” He reached between her legs to where she was wet and swollen. Her restraints jangled harshly when his fingertip grazed over her clit, her hips desperately seeking to evade him. He could feel the lowgrade buzz of the powerful vibrator humming through the little nub. “Does it hurt anywhere? Are you in pain?”
“No,” she whined pitifully. “But I need to—”
Finn cut off her next insistence with a shake of his head. “It doesn't hurt now, and it's not going to. You're going to trust me, aren't you, pretty girl? You're scared of being embarrassed, humiliated, but there's nobody outside this platform, little dove. Even if there was, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's a beautiful thing, I promise. Will you let me show you?”
She responded best if he didn't force a choice on her when she got herself all twisted up. He'd learned that the hard way and it only resulted in her jamming her heels into
the ground and holding onto her anxiety for dear life. In his opinion, asking her to submit to his wishes instead of demanding she did didn't make him less dominant, it just meant he understood her far better than she realized. He didn't want everything to be a battle of wills, however fun it could be. A battle of wills with Ava was some of the best entertainment, but here and now, sweet capitulation was best for them both.
“I can say no?” Indecision warred with her need to please. She hated humiliation more than she'd hated anal; Finn identified with that. Humiliation wasn't on his list of
approved kinks either.
“You can always say no,” he reassured her, tapping his fingernail on the distended bud beneath his fingers. He relished the high-pitched cry he wrenched from her lips, did it again just to hear the delicious squeak of distress. “Just say yes this time.”
“Okay, okay.” She dropped her head forward in defeat.
“That's my girl. Trust me,” he reiterated, sliding his fingers through the wetness soaking the space between her thighs in a fond farewell. He sucked his fingers clean, licking his lips when her eyes met his through the curtain of her hair. “Enjoy the ride, little dove.”
Finn retrieved the control box, clicking the dial from one to eight. Not quite the maximum setting but enough to send Ava's body into spasms. Her fingers gripped the chains above the cuffs, turning white with strain. Her stomach muscles contracted, almost doubling her over as plaintive cries ripped into the air, drowning out every other sound in the room. He saw her thighs bunch, launching her up to escape the sudden, overwhelming current spiking into her orifices. Before she could throw herself off the machine, Finn vaulted up behind her, one arm hooking around her waist and holding her down onto the silicon appendages driving her insane. Perched on the padded ledge behind the Sybian, he swiped his thumb over the rotation switch, clicking it on.
Ava screamed his name. He'd wrestled steers with less strength than his submissive
in her desire to avoid her orgasm. Bucking, writhing, howling with primitive rage, she did her damnedest to climb off the Sybian. The orgasm raced into existence; he could feel it barreling through her with the force of an avalanche. He shoved the box into the narrow gap between his thighs and the base of the machine, twisted the rotation dial several notches, then braced her with his free arm over her chest.
The orgasm detonated.
It seized her from head to toe, locking her in an endless spasm. Another scream erupted, quickly dying to silence as her lungs squeezed the sound dry. Rivulets of sweat streamed down her back, her throat, her chest, turning his shirt into a damp mess. Pale, milky fluid burst free in a low arch from between her thighs, liberally splattering over the padded surface in front of her.