Black Light: Butterfly
Excerpt By Ann Mayburn
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“So, you’re into girls?” he asked with a leering growl.
The worry on her face vanished as she fluttered her lashes. “Very much. But not as much as I like big hairy lumberjacks.”
Cute, funny, kinky, and obviously into him—she was perfect.
Madison was watching them with an amused smile. “Well, you hit the jackpot tonight, Butterfly. Master Soren could be a poster boy for lumberjacks everywhere. He’s like your personal Paul Bunyan. Have you
guys come to a decision?”
He nodded down at Butterfly. “Up to you. Do want to get fisted by a sex toy or another submissive?”
“What would you like to see, Master Soren?” she asked, lacing her hand with his.
“I would love to see you come all over a pretty submissive’s fist while you suck my cock,” he replied honestly. “Then, once she has you properly stretched out, I’d like to fuck you until you scream. I can’t wait to get back inside that sweet, hot pussy of yours.”
He could feel her little shiver as she said, “Yes. All of that, please.”
Chuckling softly to himself, he followed a smiling Butterfly to the edge of the stage where a cute, small black woman with a short pixie haircut, wearing a see-through red baby doll, waited for them with a
bright smile.
“Tink, short for Tinkerbell?” he asked in a low voice as they approached the pretty sub.
“Yep!” Butterfly grinned as she gave his hand a squeeze. “She’s super nice, you’ll like her.”
By the time they reached the little woman, Tink was bouncing up and down on her toes like Butterfly did when she was excited.
“Tink!” Butterfly said with a bright smile. “I didn’t know you were back!”
“My Master and I flew in last night, but we got here late and missed the first round. When we heard about your”—she grinned at Soren, dimples popping in her dark brown cheeks—“big problem I, of course, volunteered to help like the good service submissive I am.”
Laughing, Butterfly hugged the other woman. “I’m so happy it’s you! Master Soren, I’d like you to meet Tink. She’s super awesome and one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. Her Master, David, is a really great guy. Where is he?”
“He’s around here somewhere. He had some business to take care of, but I promise you he’ll be front row.” Tink ducked her head and gave Soren a shy smile. “Nice to meet you, Master Soren. I’m here completely at your disposal.” She held up her hand, displaying a big diamond ring and wedding band. “My Master has instructed me that I’m to follow your every command, though he asks that you not touch me more than necessary, and never in a sexual manner. He doesn’t mind if I play with female submissives, but my husband is the only Master that is allowed to play with me.”
“Of course.” Soren gave her a little bow. “Thank you, Tink, for helping us tonight. If you ladies will follow me, there was a platform I saw in the main room that I think will work perfectly.”
Looking down at the two women giggling together, one dark and one light but similar in size and shape, his cock gave an appreciative twitch behind his robe. The leather strap was still around his balls, but Butterfly had kept it so loose that it was more decorative than actually restraining. As it was, it felt like he had a firm hand gripping his balls in a way that made him aware of his body as he led his giggling submissives to the playroom.
There were other Roulette couples playing, his Butterfly wasn’t the only exhibitionist, but thankfully the piece of BDSM equipment he wanted was still available.
The crowd was thick as the final round of Roulette was being played out all over Black Light. The music had been turned up, and the atmosphere was definitely more on the rowdy side. And there were a lot
more naked people having fun of their own. They passed a man fucking a woman up against the wall and Soren’s cock twitched at the sound of her throaty moans.
“Over here,” he said in a loud voice over the music and crowd. Both women were too short to see where he was pointing, and they both tried to strain on their tippy toes, so he decided to herd them instead. Moving both women into his arms, he easily plowed his way through the crowd until they reached the platform. Pausing before it, he gave a nod of thanks to the DM carrying his toy bag and helped the women up the steps. When the audience saw them, they started cheering and whistling, no doubt anticipating a good show.
Butterfly ran her hands over the red and black leather spanking bench with its padded and adjustable leg extensions so a sub could comfortably kneel on it. Turning away from the bench, she gave the crowd a sultry smile and let the robe slip from her fantastic body, grinning as she gave them a shy little wave.
Plucking Butterfly up, he easily placed her on the bench where she knelt on the padded leather perch with restraints. Pressing gently on her back, he urged her onto her stomach. There were additional restraints for strapping down her arms, but he ignored them. He liked his girl having use of her clever hands. The leg portions were designed to swing out wider, and he cranked them until Butterfly’s legs were spread wide enough to reveal a hint of her tiny anus. Fuck he was a lucky man.
Still wearing his robe, he moved behind her to secure her legs to the side of the spanking bench. Running his hands over the pert little globes of her bottom, he couldn’t help giving her a series of light swats. The way her spread pussy tightened up with each swat, how the little star of her anus clenched, all made the need to fuck her pound harder through his balls. He looked under the bench and found the little lever to adjust it up or down. Hitting the level with his foot, he raised it until Butterfly was in the position he wanted her.
Pinned to the bench for his pleasure.
Leaving a now naked Butterfly on the spanking bench, he motioned for Tink to follow him a few paces over to his bag.
“What are you doing?” Butterfly asked as she strained to see him.
“None of your business,” Soren said with a grin. “But since you’re so nosy, let’s give you something else to think about.”
Digging through his bag, he sorted through his toys until he found the small butt plugs. It was really not much bigger than two of his fingers, but he wanted Butterfly to feel completely penetrated, taken in every way possible. Opening the sealed baggie, he took out the smallest one, a bronze plug with a sparkly green stone on the end. He warmed it in his hand as Tink silently watched, then gave it to her along with a small bottle of lube.
“Hold these for a second, please.”
She nodded, then her gaze went wide as he turned and shrugged off his robe. He had to admit, he was vain enough to enjoy the way women reacted to him, and he gave a big stretch, flexing for the crowd. The women, and some men, in the audience whistled as he turned and gave them a wink. His cock bobbed in the air, but the only thing his dick was interested in was the mouthy little blond watching him with a small smile.
Returning to the padded bench, he took a moment to run his hand down her back, marveling at how she was at once delicate and powerful. But as strong as she was, he had to be careful not to hurt her. At least not on accident.
Butterfly seemed to enjoy a little bite to her pleasure, and he was more than happy to supply it. His dick was aching by the time he reached the front of the bench where her head was. Leaning down, he gave her a soft, sweet kiss that was at total odds with the depraved ways he was about to enjoy her tight little body. He licked at her mouth, enjoying her taste and the way she moaned and suckled his tongue. When she bit his lower lip he drew back, the dominance that was part of his core rising up at her little display of defiance.
Looking over his shoulder, he found the dark eyed woman watching them closely. “Tink, I want you to take what I gave you and put it in Butterfly. Have you fisted a woman before?”
Tink quickly nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I’m going to trust you with my girl. Be nice… but not too nice.”
“Master Soren,” Butterfly said in a soft voice. “I-um, well I tend to squirt when I’m fisted. You might want to get some towels.”
“Tink.” He looked up at the beautiful black woman running her hands over Butterfly’s bare butt. “Did you hear that?”
“Yes, Sir. I’ve made Butterfly squirt before when we’ve played.” She gave him an almost smug grin. “It makes her orgasm really hard. She shakes like she’s possessed.”
While he mentally made it his personal goal to have Butterfly squirt all over his cock someday, he nodded as a stack of towels appeared at the edge of the stage. God, he loved this club. They catered to their members in a way that made it seem like they knew what he’d need before he was even aware of it. His DM friend Brielle, who had been monitoring the main play area all night, winked as she set down another stack and backed away from the stage.
Anticipation thrummed through his veins while Butterfly watched him with a cat-got-the-cream smile as he approached. Despite being bound to the bench by her legs, she propped her elbows beneath her, showing off her small breasts nicely as he got nearer. When he stopped before her, she slowly licked her lips, then her eyes went wide with surprise. He looked down the line of her body to find Tink had begun to pour lube down the crack of Butterfly’s pert little slightly spread buttocks.
“Why, Master Soren,” Butterfly purred as her eyes went misty with pleasure. “Look at our luck. The bench is the perfect height for me to suck you off.”
“Serendipity.” He reached out with both hands and grabbed her pigtails. “Speaking of luck, look at this. Hair perfect for me to hold onto while I skull fuck a mouthy little sub. How much of me do you think
you can take?”
“As much as you can give me.”
Her lips parted and she let out a breathy sigh as Tink began to work Butterfly’s sleek body with her fingers. He couldn’t see exactly what the other woman was doing, but he loved watching Butterfly’s reaction. If he wasn’t so fucking horny, and they weren’t in a competition, he could happily just sit back and jerk off while watching his girl come. Her nipples beaded and he reached down, pinching them tight.
“Open,” he growled, holding his cock before her lips.
With no argument she did exactly as ordered, her happy hum as she took him into her mouth all the encouragement he needed to grab her hair again like reins.
Tink held up the butt plug and he nodded, then had to try to keep from folding to the floor as Butterfly took more of him than he thought she could into her velvety mouth. When her throat opened and closed around the head of his cock he groaned in tortured pleasure. God be blessed, was she even human?
“That’s it,” he encouraged her in a voice like boulders grinding together as she closed her eyes, her hands holding onto his thighs while he slowly slid in and out of her mouth. “Such a good girl.”
She shivered in his grasp and he found Tink giving him a questioning look as he glanced at her. “Master Soren, Butterfly is close to orgasm. Is she allowed to come?”
In response, Butterfly sucked him in so hard he thought some of his soul might have gone down her throat, and his voice came out tight as he said, “As much as she wants.”
The worry on her face vanished as she fluttered her lashes. “Very much. But not as much as I like big hairy lumberjacks.”
Cute, funny, kinky, and obviously into him—she was perfect.
Madison was watching them with an amused smile. “Well, you hit the jackpot tonight, Butterfly. Master Soren could be a poster boy for lumberjacks everywhere. He’s like your personal Paul Bunyan. Have you
guys come to a decision?”
He nodded down at Butterfly. “Up to you. Do want to get fisted by a sex toy or another submissive?”
“What would you like to see, Master Soren?” she asked, lacing her hand with his.
“I would love to see you come all over a pretty submissive’s fist while you suck my cock,” he replied honestly. “Then, once she has you properly stretched out, I’d like to fuck you until you scream. I can’t wait to get back inside that sweet, hot pussy of yours.”
He could feel her little shiver as she said, “Yes. All of that, please.”
Chuckling softly to himself, he followed a smiling Butterfly to the edge of the stage where a cute, small black woman with a short pixie haircut, wearing a see-through red baby doll, waited for them with a
bright smile.
“Tink, short for Tinkerbell?” he asked in a low voice as they approached the pretty sub.
“Yep!” Butterfly grinned as she gave his hand a squeeze. “She’s super nice, you’ll like her.”
By the time they reached the little woman, Tink was bouncing up and down on her toes like Butterfly did when she was excited.
“Tink!” Butterfly said with a bright smile. “I didn’t know you were back!”
“My Master and I flew in last night, but we got here late and missed the first round. When we heard about your”—she grinned at Soren, dimples popping in her dark brown cheeks—“big problem I, of course, volunteered to help like the good service submissive I am.”
Laughing, Butterfly hugged the other woman. “I’m so happy it’s you! Master Soren, I’d like you to meet Tink. She’s super awesome and one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. Her Master, David, is a really great guy. Where is he?”
“He’s around here somewhere. He had some business to take care of, but I promise you he’ll be front row.” Tink ducked her head and gave Soren a shy smile. “Nice to meet you, Master Soren. I’m here completely at your disposal.” She held up her hand, displaying a big diamond ring and wedding band. “My Master has instructed me that I’m to follow your every command, though he asks that you not touch me more than necessary, and never in a sexual manner. He doesn’t mind if I play with female submissives, but my husband is the only Master that is allowed to play with me.”
“Of course.” Soren gave her a little bow. “Thank you, Tink, for helping us tonight. If you ladies will follow me, there was a platform I saw in the main room that I think will work perfectly.”
Looking down at the two women giggling together, one dark and one light but similar in size and shape, his cock gave an appreciative twitch behind his robe. The leather strap was still around his balls, but Butterfly had kept it so loose that it was more decorative than actually restraining. As it was, it felt like he had a firm hand gripping his balls in a way that made him aware of his body as he led his giggling submissives to the playroom.
There were other Roulette couples playing, his Butterfly wasn’t the only exhibitionist, but thankfully the piece of BDSM equipment he wanted was still available.
The crowd was thick as the final round of Roulette was being played out all over Black Light. The music had been turned up, and the atmosphere was definitely more on the rowdy side. And there were a lot
more naked people having fun of their own. They passed a man fucking a woman up against the wall and Soren’s cock twitched at the sound of her throaty moans.
“Over here,” he said in a loud voice over the music and crowd. Both women were too short to see where he was pointing, and they both tried to strain on their tippy toes, so he decided to herd them instead. Moving both women into his arms, he easily plowed his way through the crowd until they reached the platform. Pausing before it, he gave a nod of thanks to the DM carrying his toy bag and helped the women up the steps. When the audience saw them, they started cheering and whistling, no doubt anticipating a good show.
Butterfly ran her hands over the red and black leather spanking bench with its padded and adjustable leg extensions so a sub could comfortably kneel on it. Turning away from the bench, she gave the crowd a sultry smile and let the robe slip from her fantastic body, grinning as she gave them a shy little wave.
Plucking Butterfly up, he easily placed her on the bench where she knelt on the padded leather perch with restraints. Pressing gently on her back, he urged her onto her stomach. There were additional restraints for strapping down her arms, but he ignored them. He liked his girl having use of her clever hands. The leg portions were designed to swing out wider, and he cranked them until Butterfly’s legs were spread wide enough to reveal a hint of her tiny anus. Fuck he was a lucky man.
Still wearing his robe, he moved behind her to secure her legs to the side of the spanking bench. Running his hands over the pert little globes of her bottom, he couldn’t help giving her a series of light swats. The way her spread pussy tightened up with each swat, how the little star of her anus clenched, all made the need to fuck her pound harder through his balls. He looked under the bench and found the little lever to adjust it up or down. Hitting the level with his foot, he raised it until Butterfly was in the position he wanted her.
Pinned to the bench for his pleasure.
Leaving a now naked Butterfly on the spanking bench, he motioned for Tink to follow him a few paces over to his bag.
“What are you doing?” Butterfly asked as she strained to see him.
“None of your business,” Soren said with a grin. “But since you’re so nosy, let’s give you something else to think about.”
Digging through his bag, he sorted through his toys until he found the small butt plugs. It was really not much bigger than two of his fingers, but he wanted Butterfly to feel completely penetrated, taken in every way possible. Opening the sealed baggie, he took out the smallest one, a bronze plug with a sparkly green stone on the end. He warmed it in his hand as Tink silently watched, then gave it to her along with a small bottle of lube.
“Hold these for a second, please.”
She nodded, then her gaze went wide as he turned and shrugged off his robe. He had to admit, he was vain enough to enjoy the way women reacted to him, and he gave a big stretch, flexing for the crowd. The women, and some men, in the audience whistled as he turned and gave them a wink. His cock bobbed in the air, but the only thing his dick was interested in was the mouthy little blond watching him with a small smile.
Returning to the padded bench, he took a moment to run his hand down her back, marveling at how she was at once delicate and powerful. But as strong as she was, he had to be careful not to hurt her. At least not on accident.
Butterfly seemed to enjoy a little bite to her pleasure, and he was more than happy to supply it. His dick was aching by the time he reached the front of the bench where her head was. Leaning down, he gave her a soft, sweet kiss that was at total odds with the depraved ways he was about to enjoy her tight little body. He licked at her mouth, enjoying her taste and the way she moaned and suckled his tongue. When she bit his lower lip he drew back, the dominance that was part of his core rising up at her little display of defiance.
Looking over his shoulder, he found the dark eyed woman watching them closely. “Tink, I want you to take what I gave you and put it in Butterfly. Have you fisted a woman before?”
Tink quickly nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I’m going to trust you with my girl. Be nice… but not too nice.”
“Master Soren,” Butterfly said in a soft voice. “I-um, well I tend to squirt when I’m fisted. You might want to get some towels.”
“Tink.” He looked up at the beautiful black woman running her hands over Butterfly’s bare butt. “Did you hear that?”
“Yes, Sir. I’ve made Butterfly squirt before when we’ve played.” She gave him an almost smug grin. “It makes her orgasm really hard. She shakes like she’s possessed.”
While he mentally made it his personal goal to have Butterfly squirt all over his cock someday, he nodded as a stack of towels appeared at the edge of the stage. God, he loved this club. They catered to their members in a way that made it seem like they knew what he’d need before he was even aware of it. His DM friend Brielle, who had been monitoring the main play area all night, winked as she set down another stack and backed away from the stage.
Anticipation thrummed through his veins while Butterfly watched him with a cat-got-the-cream smile as he approached. Despite being bound to the bench by her legs, she propped her elbows beneath her, showing off her small breasts nicely as he got nearer. When he stopped before her, she slowly licked her lips, then her eyes went wide with surprise. He looked down the line of her body to find Tink had begun to pour lube down the crack of Butterfly’s pert little slightly spread buttocks.
“Why, Master Soren,” Butterfly purred as her eyes went misty with pleasure. “Look at our luck. The bench is the perfect height for me to suck you off.”
“Serendipity.” He reached out with both hands and grabbed her pigtails. “Speaking of luck, look at this. Hair perfect for me to hold onto while I skull fuck a mouthy little sub. How much of me do you think
you can take?”
“As much as you can give me.”
Her lips parted and she let out a breathy sigh as Tink began to work Butterfly’s sleek body with her fingers. He couldn’t see exactly what the other woman was doing, but he loved watching Butterfly’s reaction. If he wasn’t so fucking horny, and they weren’t in a competition, he could happily just sit back and jerk off while watching his girl come. Her nipples beaded and he reached down, pinching them tight.
“Open,” he growled, holding his cock before her lips.
With no argument she did exactly as ordered, her happy hum as she took him into her mouth all the encouragement he needed to grab her hair again like reins.
Tink held up the butt plug and he nodded, then had to try to keep from folding to the floor as Butterfly took more of him than he thought she could into her velvety mouth. When her throat opened and closed around the head of his cock he groaned in tortured pleasure. God be blessed, was she even human?
“That’s it,” he encouraged her in a voice like boulders grinding together as she closed her eyes, her hands holding onto his thighs while he slowly slid in and out of her mouth. “Such a good girl.”
She shivered in his grasp and he found Tink giving him a questioning look as he glanced at her. “Master Soren, Butterfly is close to orgasm. Is she allowed to come?”
In response, Butterfly sucked him in so hard he thought some of his soul might have gone down her throat, and his voice came out tight as he said, “As much as she wants.”