Black Light: Bred
Excerpt By Shane Starrett
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“Okay. Now for the next step.” Davis moved and picked up the bag the DM had brought him. Inside was exactly what he’d asked for: at least two dozen old-school, spring-loaded, wooden clothes pins. Glancing up, he saw Jess staring at the bag questioningly.
Davis took one out. “So”—he pinched the clip open and closed—“do you know what a zipper is?”
“Oh, shit,” she whispered.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Have you ever had one?”
“No, sir.”
“Excellent! I’ll be your first.”
“Sir. I’m not… I’m not sure if I can—”
“Do you trust me, Jess?”
“Yes, sir.” The tone of her voice hovered between plea and consent.
“I swear to you I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t believe you could handle it.” Davis stepped in and cradled the side of her face. “You need a reset, little girl. I haven’t quite gotten you there yet, but this, I think, will do the job.”
“Please… sir,” she whispered.
It could have been taken two ways. An appeal for him to stop, or… Davis knew what it was. He could tell it in eyes which shone back at him. She’d never had a zipper before, and Davis was confident if anything was going to push her into subspace, it would be this. She wasn’t a painslut, but this… this straddled that thin line between too much and just enough, and he was positive it would get her where she needed to be.
“Okay, are you ready?”
She nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He brushed a kiss against her cheek and then stepped back, glancing over the length of her body. Taking the pin in hand, he squeezed it open and moved until it hovered just above the flesh of her hip before he slowly let it pinch close on her skin.
“Tsss!” The muscles of her abdomen tensed as she sucked in air between gritted teeth. He paused to give her a second before placing a second clip a short distance across from the first. Her reaction was the same: a sharp intake of breath, then nothing as she watched in silence when he moved to place another.
“See? Not so bad is it?”
“This isn’t the part that makes me nervous, sir.”
Davis chuckled. “Oh, but that’ll be the best part when the time comes, little girl. Trust me.”
Davis continued, placing the pins in a pattern up her body. One on one side, then across to the other, aligning them horizontally and vertically. When he reached her breast, her body stiffened.
“Umhmm, these might hurt a little more.” He clipped the first to the underside, and she gave a sharp yelp. “As I said…” He matched another to the opposite breast, working his way back and forth upward along the outer curves. Eventually he reached the top of each breast, coming to a stop.
Eight per side for a total of sixteen clothes pins now quivered as they stuck out from her body. There were more in the bag, but these would be enough. Tossing the remainder aside, he pulled out the final item he’d retrieved from his bag. He hadn’t thought he’d be using zip cord tonight, but he was glad he’d had it in his bag. He caught Jess’s eyes dancing as he slowly uncoiled the line.
“Okay, for this part I’ll be going slow because I don’t want to jerk any of them off prematurely. I need you to be as still as possible, little girl. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, sir,” Jess confirmed quietly.
“Outstanding.”
Threading the cord through the small holes on each pin was tricky. The first two were the easiest, but as he worked his way upward it became a game of not applying too much tension to the previous clip, lest he pull it off before he was ready. Allowing for a slight amount of slack between the pins was necessary, but too much would break flow when it came time to rip them off her. It was a balancing act, but Davis had done this before. By the time he reached the last one, none had been yanked prematurely, and Davis was pleased with the results.
“And there we go.”
Jess glanced down. “So, now you just… pull them off?”
Davis chuckled. “Oh, no, little girl. That’d be too easy, over too quickly. You need to savor the anticipation. Work for the final release. I went to all this trouble, and you want it to be over like”—he snapped his fingers—“that?” He shook his head in faux disappointment. “No. No, I have something much better in store.”
He reached inside his pocket and took out the final item he’d chosen from his bag.
Jess’s eyes went wide.
“You see, little girl, there’s more we need to do before you’re allowed to experience what it feels like having all these”—he flicked a finger carefully against one of the pins—“ripped from you.”
“Oh.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper, but her pupils were blown.
“Oh, indeed.” Davis let her gaze linger on the vibrator before he lowered it to the apex of her legs. Her ankles bound to each post made access easy, and he drew the tip of the toy up between her folds.
“Guess I don’t need to worry about lubrication, do I?” he asked with a smile as they both stared at the sheen of wetness making the device glisten.
Then Davis drove it into her.
Prudence said he should be gentle right now, but that wasn’t what Jess needed. Davis was certain of it. He risked the possibility her shudder, back arching as she rose up on her toes, would work loose some of the clothes pins, opting instead for the reaction she gave as he hilted the vibrator inside her. He pressed forward until his palm brushed her labia and he came to a halt. Holding the toy inside her, he listened as the sound of her gasps caressing his ears, waiting patiently until she relaxed back down on her feet. When she had, Davis worked at the back of the unit until the dial turned and the thrumming began.
“There we go.”
Jess whimpered a cry, a note of pleasure which made his cock jerk in response and tore a growl from him.
“Good girl. Let me hear you. Show me how good this is making you feel.”
Jess gasped again, then let the exhale become a groan of carnal decadence.
It was all the motivation he needed. Davis began to work the vibrator in and out of her. The silicon split her, thrusting past wet flesh swollen by her own lust and desire. The sounds—her cries, the buzz of the vibrator, the slick sound of the toy pushing up into her—drove him into a frenzy of motion. Soon her voice was continuous, gasps building to moans which became cries that confirmed all he was doing was right. His self-discipline hovered on a razor’s edge, and he forced himself hard not to let it slip out of control even as hers fell further apart. Her body shook, yet the clothes pins remained in place, and Davis hoped they’d stay that way until the moment was perfect.
“Tell me, Jess! Tell me how fucking good this feels!”
“Yes, sir, yes, sir, oh God, it feels so fucking good.”
“You’re going to come, aren’t you? I’m going to make you come, I can feel it.”
She didn’t use words but the elongated whimper of ecstasy she gave was all the answer he needed.
Still, she wasn’t ready yet. He could sense it in the tension of her body, the feel of the vibrator as he plunged it rhythmically in and out of her. She was close, yes, but not quite there.
Until she was.
“You know what’s going to happen,” he growled as he leaned into her, his lips brushing her ear. “You know what I’m going to do. Don’t fight it, Jess. Give in. Let it happen. There’s no contest here. Neither of us is going to lose, only win.”
“Oh, God, it’s going to hurt!”
“No, Jess. No, you know that’s not true. It’s going to feel good. Incredibly good.” He reached and gripped the trailing end of the line where he’d left it dangling. She was close. Her body shivered, her eyes closed tightly as she rode the wave that was building inside her. Davis knew timing was everything now. Too soon would ruin it, too late would make it ineffectual. His every sense, the entirety of his focus was solely on her, waiting for the perfect… moment…
She clenched.
Now.
He drove the vibrator deep into her, drawing his thumb up against her swollen clit. In the same moment he ripped the cord down, tearing the pins away. The sound of them coming off in a clatter was quickly drowned out by her scream as she orgasmed. Wrenching against her restraints, her body bowed in reaction to the intensity of her release, falling into a cascade of shudders as the clamps fell to her feet. Davis massaged her clit, doing all he could to prolong her gratification. She continued to shake, the scream fading into a series of gulping gasps as she tried to draw air into her lungs faster than her body would allow.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he supported her as she went limp against him.
Davis took one out. “So”—he pinched the clip open and closed—“do you know what a zipper is?”
“Oh, shit,” she whispered.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Have you ever had one?”
“No, sir.”
“Excellent! I’ll be your first.”
“Sir. I’m not… I’m not sure if I can—”
“Do you trust me, Jess?”
“Yes, sir.” The tone of her voice hovered between plea and consent.
“I swear to you I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t believe you could handle it.” Davis stepped in and cradled the side of her face. “You need a reset, little girl. I haven’t quite gotten you there yet, but this, I think, will do the job.”
“Please… sir,” she whispered.
It could have been taken two ways. An appeal for him to stop, or… Davis knew what it was. He could tell it in eyes which shone back at him. She’d never had a zipper before, and Davis was confident if anything was going to push her into subspace, it would be this. She wasn’t a painslut, but this… this straddled that thin line between too much and just enough, and he was positive it would get her where she needed to be.
“Okay, are you ready?”
She nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He brushed a kiss against her cheek and then stepped back, glancing over the length of her body. Taking the pin in hand, he squeezed it open and moved until it hovered just above the flesh of her hip before he slowly let it pinch close on her skin.
“Tsss!” The muscles of her abdomen tensed as she sucked in air between gritted teeth. He paused to give her a second before placing a second clip a short distance across from the first. Her reaction was the same: a sharp intake of breath, then nothing as she watched in silence when he moved to place another.
“See? Not so bad is it?”
“This isn’t the part that makes me nervous, sir.”
Davis chuckled. “Oh, but that’ll be the best part when the time comes, little girl. Trust me.”
Davis continued, placing the pins in a pattern up her body. One on one side, then across to the other, aligning them horizontally and vertically. When he reached her breast, her body stiffened.
“Umhmm, these might hurt a little more.” He clipped the first to the underside, and she gave a sharp yelp. “As I said…” He matched another to the opposite breast, working his way back and forth upward along the outer curves. Eventually he reached the top of each breast, coming to a stop.
Eight per side for a total of sixteen clothes pins now quivered as they stuck out from her body. There were more in the bag, but these would be enough. Tossing the remainder aside, he pulled out the final item he’d retrieved from his bag. He hadn’t thought he’d be using zip cord tonight, but he was glad he’d had it in his bag. He caught Jess’s eyes dancing as he slowly uncoiled the line.
“Okay, for this part I’ll be going slow because I don’t want to jerk any of them off prematurely. I need you to be as still as possible, little girl. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, sir,” Jess confirmed quietly.
“Outstanding.”
Threading the cord through the small holes on each pin was tricky. The first two were the easiest, but as he worked his way upward it became a game of not applying too much tension to the previous clip, lest he pull it off before he was ready. Allowing for a slight amount of slack between the pins was necessary, but too much would break flow when it came time to rip them off her. It was a balancing act, but Davis had done this before. By the time he reached the last one, none had been yanked prematurely, and Davis was pleased with the results.
“And there we go.”
Jess glanced down. “So, now you just… pull them off?”
Davis chuckled. “Oh, no, little girl. That’d be too easy, over too quickly. You need to savor the anticipation. Work for the final release. I went to all this trouble, and you want it to be over like”—he snapped his fingers—“that?” He shook his head in faux disappointment. “No. No, I have something much better in store.”
He reached inside his pocket and took out the final item he’d chosen from his bag.
Jess’s eyes went wide.
“You see, little girl, there’s more we need to do before you’re allowed to experience what it feels like having all these”—he flicked a finger carefully against one of the pins—“ripped from you.”
“Oh.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper, but her pupils were blown.
“Oh, indeed.” Davis let her gaze linger on the vibrator before he lowered it to the apex of her legs. Her ankles bound to each post made access easy, and he drew the tip of the toy up between her folds.
“Guess I don’t need to worry about lubrication, do I?” he asked with a smile as they both stared at the sheen of wetness making the device glisten.
Then Davis drove it into her.
Prudence said he should be gentle right now, but that wasn’t what Jess needed. Davis was certain of it. He risked the possibility her shudder, back arching as she rose up on her toes, would work loose some of the clothes pins, opting instead for the reaction she gave as he hilted the vibrator inside her. He pressed forward until his palm brushed her labia and he came to a halt. Holding the toy inside her, he listened as the sound of her gasps caressing his ears, waiting patiently until she relaxed back down on her feet. When she had, Davis worked at the back of the unit until the dial turned and the thrumming began.
“There we go.”
Jess whimpered a cry, a note of pleasure which made his cock jerk in response and tore a growl from him.
“Good girl. Let me hear you. Show me how good this is making you feel.”
Jess gasped again, then let the exhale become a groan of carnal decadence.
It was all the motivation he needed. Davis began to work the vibrator in and out of her. The silicon split her, thrusting past wet flesh swollen by her own lust and desire. The sounds—her cries, the buzz of the vibrator, the slick sound of the toy pushing up into her—drove him into a frenzy of motion. Soon her voice was continuous, gasps building to moans which became cries that confirmed all he was doing was right. His self-discipline hovered on a razor’s edge, and he forced himself hard not to let it slip out of control even as hers fell further apart. Her body shook, yet the clothes pins remained in place, and Davis hoped they’d stay that way until the moment was perfect.
“Tell me, Jess! Tell me how fucking good this feels!”
“Yes, sir, yes, sir, oh God, it feels so fucking good.”
“You’re going to come, aren’t you? I’m going to make you come, I can feel it.”
She didn’t use words but the elongated whimper of ecstasy she gave was all the answer he needed.
Still, she wasn’t ready yet. He could sense it in the tension of her body, the feel of the vibrator as he plunged it rhythmically in and out of her. She was close, yes, but not quite there.
Until she was.
“You know what’s going to happen,” he growled as he leaned into her, his lips brushing her ear. “You know what I’m going to do. Don’t fight it, Jess. Give in. Let it happen. There’s no contest here. Neither of us is going to lose, only win.”
“Oh, God, it’s going to hurt!”
“No, Jess. No, you know that’s not true. It’s going to feel good. Incredibly good.” He reached and gripped the trailing end of the line where he’d left it dangling. She was close. Her body shivered, her eyes closed tightly as she rode the wave that was building inside her. Davis knew timing was everything now. Too soon would ruin it, too late would make it ineffectual. His every sense, the entirety of his focus was solely on her, waiting for the perfect… moment…
She clenched.
Now.
He drove the vibrator deep into her, drawing his thumb up against her swollen clit. In the same moment he ripped the cord down, tearing the pins away. The sound of them coming off in a clatter was quickly drowned out by her scream as she orgasmed. Wrenching against her restraints, her body bowed in reaction to the intensity of her release, falling into a cascade of shudders as the clamps fell to her feet. Davis massaged her clit, doing all he could to prolong her gratification. She continued to shake, the scream fading into a series of gulping gasps as she tried to draw air into her lungs faster than her body would allow.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he supported her as she went limp against him.