Black Light: Burn
Excerpt By Kay Elle Parker
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“Stay here. Do not move. Do not cover yourself.”
Without pausing to check her obedience, Finn turned on his heel and retraced his steps to the loveseat to snag their belongings and slipped a condom from the bowl on the side table into his pocket.
When he returned to Ava, she was precisely as he’d left her, but scrutiny from other members had taken the edge off her excitement. He set their gear at the head of the chair then moved to stand at the foot of it. Impatient fingers tapped slowly on his silver belt buckle.
“Spread those lips with your fingers, Ava. I want to see that pussy begging for me.”
Her eyes dropped to his crotch, widened. “Are we…”
“If I have your consent to fuck you, I’d like to, very much,” he told her quietly. He didn’t want her to think she had to submit to sex, especially if she was sore. Damaging her was not part of the game.
“Don’t feel you’re under any obligation to, Ava.”
“I… I’m not.” Her hips lifted a fraction off the chair as she licked her lips. Her hand moved slowly over her hip, her belly, to the wanton spread of her legs, then hesitated for a moment before she did as he directed and parted herself. “I’d like you to fuck me, Sir. Very much.”
His boots were toed off and kicked aside in seconds. The hiss of his belt through the loops at his waist ignited a fire in her eyes he relished. The buckle thudded to the carpet followed swiftly by his jeans—after he rescued the condom.
The fire in Ava’s eyes became an inferno when he gripped his cock in his fist and stroked himself from root to tip in one long move.
“Stand up.”
Scrambling to get off the unusually shaped chair, Ava nearly fell off it in her rush. But she stood beside it eagerly, hands clasped in front of her.
“Hands behind your back, grip your wrists,” he ordered as he settled himself into the dip of the chair and rested against the rising curve behind him.
“Good girl. That’s better. Now, come around in front of me.” He waited until she stood where he had a moment before. “Such a beautiful little dove. All mine.”
He set the condom near his navel, just above the crown of his cock. “Get to work, Ava. The faster the condom goes on, the quicker I can fuck that pussy.”
She shuddered from head to toe in what might have been a fullbody orgasm before she—quite elegantly—draped herself over the smaller hump of the chair leading from the dip. She reached for his cock, stopped herself, and then questioning blue eyes met his. “Please may I… touch you, Sir?”
For a woman so unacquainted with BDSM and its rules, she really was a damned quick study. Finn granted her a sharp nod and braced. His cock was primed for her touch, throbbing with impatience. “Free rein, Ava.”
He almost snarled when she brushed her fingertips over his shaft, following the veins pulsing for her. Her skin was warm, smooth as she drew circles around the tip with a single digit, then clutched him tight in her fist and stroked down in one firm draw. “Fuck!”
Her mouth closed over the head, suckling gently, tongue fluttering.
It took him every ounce of willpower not to grip her hair and force that wet, warm mouth over each inch of his cock until she choked. Small hands worked his length with just the right amount of pressure to set his balls tingling as her tongue coaxed curse words from his own.
“Enough.” He did grip her hair now, yanking her mouth off him before he did the unthinkable. “You little minx.”
The smile she gave him was completely innocent—completely. There wasn’t a fraction of coyness or mischief on her face. She didn’t have a goddamn clue she’d brought him to his fucking knees in seconds—she was just happy making him happy.
Finn ripped open the condom, rolled it on himself, not trusting he wouldn’t ejaculate immediately with her hands on him again. Instead he patted his thighs and thought of his projected losses of cows and calves for the coming calving season. That took the edge right off his need to come. “Pony up, minx.”
She slipped backwards, onto her knees at the front of the chair, then rose and hurried around to his side. He held his hand out to steady her as she swung her leg over him, pretty face contorting with a wince, and straddled his thighs. Then she looked nervous. “Pony might be right, Sir.”
He chuckled. “Are you saying I’ve got a donkey dick, Ava?”
Humor flashed in her eyes as she blushed. “I, ah, no, Sir?”
“Good girl, didn’t think so. Get that sweet cunt settled on me, Ava. I’ve got things planned for you.” Finn drew in a breath as her fingers closed around him, held his erection upright, then groaned when she used her weight to sink onto him that first blessed inch. Big hands clamped around her hips, urging her down to the tune of guttural moans and pained squeaks.
She fit him like a hand-tooled glove, taking him to the balls.
“Oh. My. God.” Spoken like a prayer, she let her head fall back.
Without pausing to check her obedience, Finn turned on his heel and retraced his steps to the loveseat to snag their belongings and slipped a condom from the bowl on the side table into his pocket.
When he returned to Ava, she was precisely as he’d left her, but scrutiny from other members had taken the edge off her excitement. He set their gear at the head of the chair then moved to stand at the foot of it. Impatient fingers tapped slowly on his silver belt buckle.
“Spread those lips with your fingers, Ava. I want to see that pussy begging for me.”
Her eyes dropped to his crotch, widened. “Are we…”
“If I have your consent to fuck you, I’d like to, very much,” he told her quietly. He didn’t want her to think she had to submit to sex, especially if she was sore. Damaging her was not part of the game.
“Don’t feel you’re under any obligation to, Ava.”
“I… I’m not.” Her hips lifted a fraction off the chair as she licked her lips. Her hand moved slowly over her hip, her belly, to the wanton spread of her legs, then hesitated for a moment before she did as he directed and parted herself. “I’d like you to fuck me, Sir. Very much.”
His boots were toed off and kicked aside in seconds. The hiss of his belt through the loops at his waist ignited a fire in her eyes he relished. The buckle thudded to the carpet followed swiftly by his jeans—after he rescued the condom.
The fire in Ava’s eyes became an inferno when he gripped his cock in his fist and stroked himself from root to tip in one long move.
“Stand up.”
Scrambling to get off the unusually shaped chair, Ava nearly fell off it in her rush. But she stood beside it eagerly, hands clasped in front of her.
“Hands behind your back, grip your wrists,” he ordered as he settled himself into the dip of the chair and rested against the rising curve behind him.
“Good girl. That’s better. Now, come around in front of me.” He waited until she stood where he had a moment before. “Such a beautiful little dove. All mine.”
He set the condom near his navel, just above the crown of his cock. “Get to work, Ava. The faster the condom goes on, the quicker I can fuck that pussy.”
She shuddered from head to toe in what might have been a fullbody orgasm before she—quite elegantly—draped herself over the smaller hump of the chair leading from the dip. She reached for his cock, stopped herself, and then questioning blue eyes met his. “Please may I… touch you, Sir?”
For a woman so unacquainted with BDSM and its rules, she really was a damned quick study. Finn granted her a sharp nod and braced. His cock was primed for her touch, throbbing with impatience. “Free rein, Ava.”
He almost snarled when she brushed her fingertips over his shaft, following the veins pulsing for her. Her skin was warm, smooth as she drew circles around the tip with a single digit, then clutched him tight in her fist and stroked down in one firm draw. “Fuck!”
Her mouth closed over the head, suckling gently, tongue fluttering.
It took him every ounce of willpower not to grip her hair and force that wet, warm mouth over each inch of his cock until she choked. Small hands worked his length with just the right amount of pressure to set his balls tingling as her tongue coaxed curse words from his own.
“Enough.” He did grip her hair now, yanking her mouth off him before he did the unthinkable. “You little minx.”
The smile she gave him was completely innocent—completely. There wasn’t a fraction of coyness or mischief on her face. She didn’t have a goddamn clue she’d brought him to his fucking knees in seconds—she was just happy making him happy.
Finn ripped open the condom, rolled it on himself, not trusting he wouldn’t ejaculate immediately with her hands on him again. Instead he patted his thighs and thought of his projected losses of cows and calves for the coming calving season. That took the edge right off his need to come. “Pony up, minx.”
She slipped backwards, onto her knees at the front of the chair, then rose and hurried around to his side. He held his hand out to steady her as she swung her leg over him, pretty face contorting with a wince, and straddled his thighs. Then she looked nervous. “Pony might be right, Sir.”
He chuckled. “Are you saying I’ve got a donkey dick, Ava?”
Humor flashed in her eyes as she blushed. “I, ah, no, Sir?”
“Good girl, didn’t think so. Get that sweet cunt settled on me, Ava. I’ve got things planned for you.” Finn drew in a breath as her fingers closed around him, held his erection upright, then groaned when she used her weight to sink onto him that first blessed inch. Big hands clamped around her hips, urging her down to the tune of guttural moans and pained squeaks.
She fit him like a hand-tooled glove, taking him to the balls.
“Oh. My. God.” Spoken like a prayer, she let her head fall back.