Black Light: Brave
Excerpt By Maren Smith
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“You can do anything you feel like.”
“Anything?” Her hands softly framed to either side of his cock, rubbed up and down once. She bit her bottom lip. “W-will you please fuck my mouth? I really want to taste my Sir’s cum.”
He chuckled, a low and breathy sound. “You may taste your Sir’s precum while I happily fuck your mouth. But I’m not promising I’ll cum there.”
She shivered, stroking the bulge of his cock once more with her lips before pulling back to unfasten his belt, then his fly.
“Back up,” he told her, edging her deep enough into the tiny room for him to shut them in. He’d never had a problem fucking a submissive in a public dungeon before, but Puppy wasn’t just any submissive and frankly, he wasn’t in a mood to share her. Not even visually with anyone who might happen to glance their way. That they were both supposed to be on the clock wouldn’t occur to him until later. For now, he dropped her purse on the bed and stood there, letting her do all the work as she took his jeans down his hips far enough for his cock to spring free.
Puppy was a cock worshiper if ever he knew one. Her eyes damn near glazed with pleasure just in gazing her fill. When she reached for him, she did that sexy, mini-orgasmic shiver thing again, and then the heat of her hand closed around his shaft. She touched the head of him to her lips and sighed. Soft and breathy, an expression of pure longing that quickly evolved into something much more carnal as she took that first taste.
His cock twitched at a touch from her tongue, a pulse of lust thumping in the ever-tightening base as her tentative taste turned into a flick, then a slow suckling kiss at the very head of him, before the full heavenly heat of her mouth engulfed him. He refused to think about who taught her this. Combing his fingers into her hair, he simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the magic as she explored him. From head to shaft to balls, she stroked him with her hands and mouth, and her delightfully wicked tongue.
This was hard to hold still for, but he did it. Pants sagging around his thighs, he stood like a rock—so fucking hard—while she turned her mouth into a willing sheath. She almost got her wish too. The longer it went on, the more exuberant she became and the closer he got to that point of no return. His hands on her head became less holding and more restraining, and the minute twitches of his hips as she bobbed on his cock devolved into jabbing thrusts.
He couldn’t help it. She wanted him to fuck her mouth, and he was more than happy to let her take him to that point where he was helpless to do anything but comply. She cupped his hips, opening her mouth, relaxing her throat, willingly choking on his cock until her eyes teared and he had to stop. He had to, or despite his earlier edict, he’d have cum on her tongue. The thought of watching as she then sucked him dry nearly took him to his breaking point. He quickly pulled out of her mouth instead.
“Give me your ass,” he ordered.
If she had any reluctance at all, she hid it in how quickly she obeyed. Turning, she shucked both her pants and underwear to her knees, dropped her head onto her arms, and spread her legs as wide as her half-off clothes would allow.
That she’d been every bit as into that blowjob was evident in the glistening wetness of her folds. Her clit was swollen, the lips framing the pink slit of her pussy engorged and so responsive to the stroke of his fingers as he sank them deep into her that he could have sworn she came right then. The tightness of her silken flesh clamped onto him in fluttering spasms. He pumped them in and out of her, feeling the tension inside her building in intensifying spasms that soon had her unable to hold still.
Her soft gasps became pants, and then moans that she kept trying to muffle in her hands as his thumb replaced his fingers. He got it wet in her seductive wetness and the only sound she made when he withdrew to spread that moisture all around the puckered rim of her back hole was little more than a hitch of shaky breath.
The condom was lubricated, and thank God for that, because he wasn’t in any mood to go even so short a distance as the K-Y on the floor at the head of the narrow bed. He tore the package with his teeth and got it on. Her gasp when he sank his thumb into her ass was all the encouragement he needed. He buried his cock into her twitchy pussy, letting her take all of him without gentleness or warning. His thumb read every twitchy response that his thrusts brought as he rode her. Hers was a cry of pleasure that she immediately tried to muffle, but too late. He’d heard it. He liked it, and he meant to hear more.
Grabbing as much of her hair as he could, he yanked her head back, freeing all the sharp cries that shoving his thumb that much deeper could inspire. His hips pounded into hers, her pussy taking the hungry force of his abuse while his thumb mimicked every pump and her body shook.
“Please, Sir…” she panted. “Please, please, please…”
“Come,” he ordered, just before she did. He doubted the timing was anything more than coincidence, but it was still beautiful how she bore down on the wracking spasms. The clutch of her wildly contracting pussy felt every bit as intense as her hard-suckling mouth had been and it brought him crashing into his own orgasm.
He came every bit as hard as she had, the unexpected intensity of it almost winning a shout from him as he slammed into her as deep and as hard as he could. His need was savage, and the force of it took her all the way down to her belly on the floor. The incredibly well-used, if clean floor of one of Black Light’s aftercare rooms. He ought to be ashamed of himself for that, but it was hard to summon the strength.
Easing back off her, Carlson crawled to his knees. A shudder of pure pleasure washed through him at the friction of his cock sliding out of her. He would have apologized for his roughness, but panting, her eyes closed, Puppy was already rolling onto her side. One small hand cupped her asshole; the other found its way to her wet, swollen pussy, and God if that wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’d seen all day.
She moaned, a sound that would have made him hard all over again were he only ten years younger than he was. At forty, he was going to need a minute. Thirty seconds, at the very least, especially if she kept rolling around like that, caressing the folds of her own pussy as if she could still feel him there.
This was not playtime, for either one of them. Smacking her on the ass, he both stood and quickly yanked his pants up before he took them off altogether. “Get dressed. Neither one of us needs to give Spencer any more reasons to regret having us working under his roof. Especially after the one you just gave him.”
He regretted his half-teasing choice of words the instant she startled.
Lingering pleasure forgotten, she sat up. “What? What did I do?”
He picked up her pack, holding it up to show it to her. “Absolutely no cellphones in the dungeon, no exceptions. This was as much my fault as yours. I should have been paying better attention. I’m going to put this in my locker tonight, but after this, you’re responsible for making sure you obey all of Black Light’s rules and regulations. Agreed?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded, the set of her shoulders relaxing once more.
“Good girl.” His gaze dropped to her mouth when she smiled. As if he didn’t already feel the need to adjust himself in his pants.
“Anything?” Her hands softly framed to either side of his cock, rubbed up and down once. She bit her bottom lip. “W-will you please fuck my mouth? I really want to taste my Sir’s cum.”
He chuckled, a low and breathy sound. “You may taste your Sir’s precum while I happily fuck your mouth. But I’m not promising I’ll cum there.”
She shivered, stroking the bulge of his cock once more with her lips before pulling back to unfasten his belt, then his fly.
“Back up,” he told her, edging her deep enough into the tiny room for him to shut them in. He’d never had a problem fucking a submissive in a public dungeon before, but Puppy wasn’t just any submissive and frankly, he wasn’t in a mood to share her. Not even visually with anyone who might happen to glance their way. That they were both supposed to be on the clock wouldn’t occur to him until later. For now, he dropped her purse on the bed and stood there, letting her do all the work as she took his jeans down his hips far enough for his cock to spring free.
Puppy was a cock worshiper if ever he knew one. Her eyes damn near glazed with pleasure just in gazing her fill. When she reached for him, she did that sexy, mini-orgasmic shiver thing again, and then the heat of her hand closed around his shaft. She touched the head of him to her lips and sighed. Soft and breathy, an expression of pure longing that quickly evolved into something much more carnal as she took that first taste.
His cock twitched at a touch from her tongue, a pulse of lust thumping in the ever-tightening base as her tentative taste turned into a flick, then a slow suckling kiss at the very head of him, before the full heavenly heat of her mouth engulfed him. He refused to think about who taught her this. Combing his fingers into her hair, he simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the magic as she explored him. From head to shaft to balls, she stroked him with her hands and mouth, and her delightfully wicked tongue.
This was hard to hold still for, but he did it. Pants sagging around his thighs, he stood like a rock—so fucking hard—while she turned her mouth into a willing sheath. She almost got her wish too. The longer it went on, the more exuberant she became and the closer he got to that point of no return. His hands on her head became less holding and more restraining, and the minute twitches of his hips as she bobbed on his cock devolved into jabbing thrusts.
He couldn’t help it. She wanted him to fuck her mouth, and he was more than happy to let her take him to that point where he was helpless to do anything but comply. She cupped his hips, opening her mouth, relaxing her throat, willingly choking on his cock until her eyes teared and he had to stop. He had to, or despite his earlier edict, he’d have cum on her tongue. The thought of watching as she then sucked him dry nearly took him to his breaking point. He quickly pulled out of her mouth instead.
“Give me your ass,” he ordered.
If she had any reluctance at all, she hid it in how quickly she obeyed. Turning, she shucked both her pants and underwear to her knees, dropped her head onto her arms, and spread her legs as wide as her half-off clothes would allow.
That she’d been every bit as into that blowjob was evident in the glistening wetness of her folds. Her clit was swollen, the lips framing the pink slit of her pussy engorged and so responsive to the stroke of his fingers as he sank them deep into her that he could have sworn she came right then. The tightness of her silken flesh clamped onto him in fluttering spasms. He pumped them in and out of her, feeling the tension inside her building in intensifying spasms that soon had her unable to hold still.
Her soft gasps became pants, and then moans that she kept trying to muffle in her hands as his thumb replaced his fingers. He got it wet in her seductive wetness and the only sound she made when he withdrew to spread that moisture all around the puckered rim of her back hole was little more than a hitch of shaky breath.
The condom was lubricated, and thank God for that, because he wasn’t in any mood to go even so short a distance as the K-Y on the floor at the head of the narrow bed. He tore the package with his teeth and got it on. Her gasp when he sank his thumb into her ass was all the encouragement he needed. He buried his cock into her twitchy pussy, letting her take all of him without gentleness or warning. His thumb read every twitchy response that his thrusts brought as he rode her. Hers was a cry of pleasure that she immediately tried to muffle, but too late. He’d heard it. He liked it, and he meant to hear more.
Grabbing as much of her hair as he could, he yanked her head back, freeing all the sharp cries that shoving his thumb that much deeper could inspire. His hips pounded into hers, her pussy taking the hungry force of his abuse while his thumb mimicked every pump and her body shook.
“Please, Sir…” she panted. “Please, please, please…”
“Come,” he ordered, just before she did. He doubted the timing was anything more than coincidence, but it was still beautiful how she bore down on the wracking spasms. The clutch of her wildly contracting pussy felt every bit as intense as her hard-suckling mouth had been and it brought him crashing into his own orgasm.
He came every bit as hard as she had, the unexpected intensity of it almost winning a shout from him as he slammed into her as deep and as hard as he could. His need was savage, and the force of it took her all the way down to her belly on the floor. The incredibly well-used, if clean floor of one of Black Light’s aftercare rooms. He ought to be ashamed of himself for that, but it was hard to summon the strength.
Easing back off her, Carlson crawled to his knees. A shudder of pure pleasure washed through him at the friction of his cock sliding out of her. He would have apologized for his roughness, but panting, her eyes closed, Puppy was already rolling onto her side. One small hand cupped her asshole; the other found its way to her wet, swollen pussy, and God if that wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’d seen all day.
She moaned, a sound that would have made him hard all over again were he only ten years younger than he was. At forty, he was going to need a minute. Thirty seconds, at the very least, especially if she kept rolling around like that, caressing the folds of her own pussy as if she could still feel him there.
This was not playtime, for either one of them. Smacking her on the ass, he both stood and quickly yanked his pants up before he took them off altogether. “Get dressed. Neither one of us needs to give Spencer any more reasons to regret having us working under his roof. Especially after the one you just gave him.”
He regretted his half-teasing choice of words the instant she startled.
Lingering pleasure forgotten, she sat up. “What? What did I do?”
He picked up her pack, holding it up to show it to her. “Absolutely no cellphones in the dungeon, no exceptions. This was as much my fault as yours. I should have been paying better attention. I’m going to put this in my locker tonight, but after this, you’re responsible for making sure you obey all of Black Light’s rules and regulations. Agreed?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded, the set of her shoulders relaxing once more.
“Good girl.” His gaze dropped to her mouth when she smiled. As if he didn’t already feel the need to adjust himself in his pants.