Black Light: Charmed
Excerpt By Jennifer Bene
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OTHER PLANS.
Two nipple clamps, twenty clothespins, and twenty minutes of a goddamn Hitachi were not just ‘other plans.’ It was a fucking battle plan.
Twisting against the cuffs, pulling on the ropes, Cassandra couldn’t do anything but whine and pant as Logan pressed the Hitachi to her clit again and pleasure exploded. Every muscle in her body was tight, her skin coated in sweat, and she could feel the orgasm coming. It was right there, so fucking close, but just as she started to buck her hips against the vibrator — Logan yanked it back.
“SIR!” she shouted, barely holding back the frustrated tears burning her eyes as she dropped to the exam table again. The paper was torn, sticking to her skin, but she couldn’t care about that.
“Aww, do you want to come?” Logan asked, his voice full of laughter as he plunged three fingers inside her again. Her back arched, and she was sure she babbled something as he tapped her g-spot in an off-rhythm pattern that only made her more needy. “You know what you need to do.”
Beg.
He’d told her exactly what he was going to do as he applied each clothespin, alternating between teasing her clit and applying each wooden torture device. Logan Chisholm had promised to edge her until she was begging to come. Of course, he’d also told her that every smartass comment earned her another clothespin that would have to come off eventually.
Cassandra had earned twenty.
Really, she’d only earned nineteen. The last one she’d done on purpose to make it an even number… and because he’d told her it would be a bad idea to keep going.
“Okay then,” Logan said, removing his fingers to bring the Hitachi back. It was impossible not to cry out, some garbled version of ohmyfuckinggod as she clenched her fists and tried to come before he took it away again. But Logan was watching her, devious fucking dom that he was, and just as that perfect horizon got close enough to taste… it was gone.
Bucking against the restraints, Cassandra worked her hips uselessly into empty air before going limp once more, fighting the urge to give in and beg.
“You’re making a mess of the floor.” He was chuckling, tracing his fingers through the flood between her thighs, teasing her oversensitive flesh. “Come on, Cassandra. Don’t you want me to fuck you? Make you come again and again?”
“Yes, sir,” she managed to say through clenched teeth.
“So polite,” he praised, kissing the inside of her thigh. “You know you want to beg for it, my little brat.”
“No, sir.” She shook her head, taking deep breaths to try and calm down. It was stupid, but now she just wanted to win. Edged to hell and back, and maybe not allowed to come, but she would have won.
“You sure?” This time he pressed the Hitachi to the butt plug, sending vibrations echoing up through her body that were so good, but nowhere near enough to come. She could have handled that, could have held out, but then he leaned forward and slid his tongue through her folds until he reached her clit.
Oh God.
Logan only teased her for a second before he went for it, sucking and licking until she was pretty sure her ears were ringing from how hard her heart was racing. It was raw pleasure, so close to oblivion that she stopped breathing in anticipation of the climax — and then he laughed.
“You’re going to kill me!” she whined, quickly adding, “Sir! Fuck! Sir!”
“Good catch. Here’s the thing though… I’m not doing anything, Cassandra. This is all you.” Rising from the stool, Logan kissed the inside of her knee as he moved the Hitachi to her thigh, slowly sliding it down, moving it closer and closer to where she so desperately needed it. “You’re the one in control right now. Trust me, I want to watch you come apart. I want to watch you come until your eyes roll back in your head and you’re begging me to stop.”
All she could do was whine, because if she opened her mouth, she was going to give in.
“You decide when this ends, beautiful,” he added, more lighthearted than she’d ever heard him as he circled her clit with that damn vibrator. He waited, giving her time to be smart, but then the Hitachi was back.
Everything in her focused down to the rising promise of bliss, the heat rushing in her veins, pooling between her thighs, so ready to explode, and over all of the chaos inside she could hear him.
“Beg me for it, Cassandra.”
A command.
Tears brimmed in her eyes as he brought her to the very edge again and lifted the Hitachi away just as she almost made it. For a split second she thought she might still come, her body so tense that she was teetering on the verge of a stellar orgasm… but then it slipped away. Faded back just enough that she knew it was impossible. It was the final straw. Without even realizing it, she was crying. Pure frustration, but crying nonetheless, and as her breath shuddered with the first pathetic sounds of breaking, she felt him rubbing her knee. Soothing her.
Logan didn’t say a word, because he knew he didn’t have to. He’d won, and now he was just waiting for her to admit defeat. And as much as she wanted to win, she needed to come more.
“Please,” she whimpered, and his thumb stilled on her knee. “Please, sir, please let me come?”
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he growled, and then the Hitachi was back. Pressed firmly to her clit, yanking her back to the edge of bliss so fast that it tore the air from her lungs. Pleasure burned like wildfire through her veins, but her body was hesitant. A hundred near-misses of orgasm had twisted up all the signals, and for the longest moment of her life she hung in torturous near-ecstasy.
“Please, please, please, please!” Begging wasn’t even a choice anymore, she needed to come more than she needed her next breath.
“Come for me, Cassandra,” he commanded, gripping her knee tight as he pushed her leg just a little wider — and then the universe inverted. Everything went black for a second, her body overloading on pure light before it exploded, and she was pretty sure she screamed his name as pleasure set every cell inside her on fire. It was crippling ecstasy, so powerful that she couldn’t get her eyes open again as she arched off the table, but Logan kept the Hitachi in place.
Too much, Jesus Christ, too much!
“Sir, please!” she managed to choke out, just before he ripped one of the clothespins off and the brilliant strike of pain sent her into another orgasm. Writhing, Cassandra shook her head back and forth, needing just one second to breathe, but it was like the floodgates had been opened. The merciless buzz of the Hitachi, combined with every pinch of pain as he removed another clothespin, had the orgasms piling on top of each other until she couldn’t tell one from another.
Finally, the Hitachi lifted, and she gasped for breath, eyes opening to find Logan working at his shirt, his pants already undone. Her muscles were shaking, practically vibrating in an echo of the Hitachi, but she kept her head up just so she could watch. The button down was thrown to one side, and then he ripped the undershirt over his head, and she couldn’t help but stare. He was firm muscle, no insane eight-pack, but she could see the definition in his stomach and the strength in his chest and arms.
“Such a good girl,” he purred as he shoved his clothes out of the way so he could fist his cock. She pulled against the cuffs, trying to reach for him, and he moved closer. Tearing the foil of a condom wrapper with his teeth, he rolled it on just before he pressed against her. “Beg me.”
As if she could argue right now.
“Please, sir,” she whispered.
“Please what?” He grinned, leaning over her, but he still wasn’t inside. Teasing, still fucking teasing after everything.
“Please fuck me, si—” The word didn’t even finish before it was swallowed by a moan as he thrust deep on the first stroke, his groan practically feral. Then Logan kissed her, possessive and fierce. Sparks lit up the darkness behind her eyes, and she would have laughed at the visual if she could have managed a breath. Instead there was only him, above her, inside her, everywhere, and every touch was overwhelming. Still too sensitive, too close to the edge.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered against her lips, leaving her dazed as he started fucking her.
There was no warm-up, not like she needed one, but every stroke was dizzying. Every brush against her clit like the shock from a live wire, winding her up until she came again, crying out.
“Fuck, Cassandra…” His groan had her smiling as another wave of catastrophic bliss rolled through her nerves, amplified when he ripped another clothespin free.
It would have been pointless to try and bite back the moan, even if she’d had enough brain power left to try. Another clothespin snick’d as it gave one last bite to her skin and she clenched him tight. Logan growled above her, pausing his thrusts to take another off, and then another, and somewhere her nerves got confused because the next one crossed wires in her brain and she came like he’d turned the goddamn Hitachi back on.
“Please, please,” she babbled, unable to form any other words as he groaned and started thrusting again. Hard. Brilliant light wound through her, turning the world into a hazy glow as he filled her over and over.
“One more time, baby. One more,” he urged, and she could feel how close he was, hear the way his breathing caught, and so she let go, letting the rush take her under again as he took off one of the nipple clamps. Pain clashed with bliss, another orgasm rocking her as she felt his cock jerk inside her, his low growl changing into a groan of pleasure right beside her ear.
“Fuck…”
Two nipple clamps, twenty clothespins, and twenty minutes of a goddamn Hitachi were not just ‘other plans.’ It was a fucking battle plan.
Twisting against the cuffs, pulling on the ropes, Cassandra couldn’t do anything but whine and pant as Logan pressed the Hitachi to her clit again and pleasure exploded. Every muscle in her body was tight, her skin coated in sweat, and she could feel the orgasm coming. It was right there, so fucking close, but just as she started to buck her hips against the vibrator — Logan yanked it back.
“SIR!” she shouted, barely holding back the frustrated tears burning her eyes as she dropped to the exam table again. The paper was torn, sticking to her skin, but she couldn’t care about that.
“Aww, do you want to come?” Logan asked, his voice full of laughter as he plunged three fingers inside her again. Her back arched, and she was sure she babbled something as he tapped her g-spot in an off-rhythm pattern that only made her more needy. “You know what you need to do.”
Beg.
He’d told her exactly what he was going to do as he applied each clothespin, alternating between teasing her clit and applying each wooden torture device. Logan Chisholm had promised to edge her until she was begging to come. Of course, he’d also told her that every smartass comment earned her another clothespin that would have to come off eventually.
Cassandra had earned twenty.
Really, she’d only earned nineteen. The last one she’d done on purpose to make it an even number… and because he’d told her it would be a bad idea to keep going.
“Okay then,” Logan said, removing his fingers to bring the Hitachi back. It was impossible not to cry out, some garbled version of ohmyfuckinggod as she clenched her fists and tried to come before he took it away again. But Logan was watching her, devious fucking dom that he was, and just as that perfect horizon got close enough to taste… it was gone.
Bucking against the restraints, Cassandra worked her hips uselessly into empty air before going limp once more, fighting the urge to give in and beg.
“You’re making a mess of the floor.” He was chuckling, tracing his fingers through the flood between her thighs, teasing her oversensitive flesh. “Come on, Cassandra. Don’t you want me to fuck you? Make you come again and again?”
“Yes, sir,” she managed to say through clenched teeth.
“So polite,” he praised, kissing the inside of her thigh. “You know you want to beg for it, my little brat.”
“No, sir.” She shook her head, taking deep breaths to try and calm down. It was stupid, but now she just wanted to win. Edged to hell and back, and maybe not allowed to come, but she would have won.
“You sure?” This time he pressed the Hitachi to the butt plug, sending vibrations echoing up through her body that were so good, but nowhere near enough to come. She could have handled that, could have held out, but then he leaned forward and slid his tongue through her folds until he reached her clit.
Oh God.
Logan only teased her for a second before he went for it, sucking and licking until she was pretty sure her ears were ringing from how hard her heart was racing. It was raw pleasure, so close to oblivion that she stopped breathing in anticipation of the climax — and then he laughed.
“You’re going to kill me!” she whined, quickly adding, “Sir! Fuck! Sir!”
“Good catch. Here’s the thing though… I’m not doing anything, Cassandra. This is all you.” Rising from the stool, Logan kissed the inside of her knee as he moved the Hitachi to her thigh, slowly sliding it down, moving it closer and closer to where she so desperately needed it. “You’re the one in control right now. Trust me, I want to watch you come apart. I want to watch you come until your eyes roll back in your head and you’re begging me to stop.”
All she could do was whine, because if she opened her mouth, she was going to give in.
“You decide when this ends, beautiful,” he added, more lighthearted than she’d ever heard him as he circled her clit with that damn vibrator. He waited, giving her time to be smart, but then the Hitachi was back.
Everything in her focused down to the rising promise of bliss, the heat rushing in her veins, pooling between her thighs, so ready to explode, and over all of the chaos inside she could hear him.
“Beg me for it, Cassandra.”
A command.
Tears brimmed in her eyes as he brought her to the very edge again and lifted the Hitachi away just as she almost made it. For a split second she thought she might still come, her body so tense that she was teetering on the verge of a stellar orgasm… but then it slipped away. Faded back just enough that she knew it was impossible. It was the final straw. Without even realizing it, she was crying. Pure frustration, but crying nonetheless, and as her breath shuddered with the first pathetic sounds of breaking, she felt him rubbing her knee. Soothing her.
Logan didn’t say a word, because he knew he didn’t have to. He’d won, and now he was just waiting for her to admit defeat. And as much as she wanted to win, she needed to come more.
“Please,” she whimpered, and his thumb stilled on her knee. “Please, sir, please let me come?”
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he growled, and then the Hitachi was back. Pressed firmly to her clit, yanking her back to the edge of bliss so fast that it tore the air from her lungs. Pleasure burned like wildfire through her veins, but her body was hesitant. A hundred near-misses of orgasm had twisted up all the signals, and for the longest moment of her life she hung in torturous near-ecstasy.
“Please, please, please, please!” Begging wasn’t even a choice anymore, she needed to come more than she needed her next breath.
“Come for me, Cassandra,” he commanded, gripping her knee tight as he pushed her leg just a little wider — and then the universe inverted. Everything went black for a second, her body overloading on pure light before it exploded, and she was pretty sure she screamed his name as pleasure set every cell inside her on fire. It was crippling ecstasy, so powerful that she couldn’t get her eyes open again as she arched off the table, but Logan kept the Hitachi in place.
Too much, Jesus Christ, too much!
“Sir, please!” she managed to choke out, just before he ripped one of the clothespins off and the brilliant strike of pain sent her into another orgasm. Writhing, Cassandra shook her head back and forth, needing just one second to breathe, but it was like the floodgates had been opened. The merciless buzz of the Hitachi, combined with every pinch of pain as he removed another clothespin, had the orgasms piling on top of each other until she couldn’t tell one from another.
Finally, the Hitachi lifted, and she gasped for breath, eyes opening to find Logan working at his shirt, his pants already undone. Her muscles were shaking, practically vibrating in an echo of the Hitachi, but she kept her head up just so she could watch. The button down was thrown to one side, and then he ripped the undershirt over his head, and she couldn’t help but stare. He was firm muscle, no insane eight-pack, but she could see the definition in his stomach and the strength in his chest and arms.
“Such a good girl,” he purred as he shoved his clothes out of the way so he could fist his cock. She pulled against the cuffs, trying to reach for him, and he moved closer. Tearing the foil of a condom wrapper with his teeth, he rolled it on just before he pressed against her. “Beg me.”
As if she could argue right now.
“Please, sir,” she whispered.
“Please what?” He grinned, leaning over her, but he still wasn’t inside. Teasing, still fucking teasing after everything.
“Please fuck me, si—” The word didn’t even finish before it was swallowed by a moan as he thrust deep on the first stroke, his groan practically feral. Then Logan kissed her, possessive and fierce. Sparks lit up the darkness behind her eyes, and she would have laughed at the visual if she could have managed a breath. Instead there was only him, above her, inside her, everywhere, and every touch was overwhelming. Still too sensitive, too close to the edge.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered against her lips, leaving her dazed as he started fucking her.
There was no warm-up, not like she needed one, but every stroke was dizzying. Every brush against her clit like the shock from a live wire, winding her up until she came again, crying out.
“Fuck, Cassandra…” His groan had her smiling as another wave of catastrophic bliss rolled through her nerves, amplified when he ripped another clothespin free.
It would have been pointless to try and bite back the moan, even if she’d had enough brain power left to try. Another clothespin snick’d as it gave one last bite to her skin and she clenched him tight. Logan growled above her, pausing his thrusts to take another off, and then another, and somewhere her nerves got confused because the next one crossed wires in her brain and she came like he’d turned the goddamn Hitachi back on.
“Please, please,” she babbled, unable to form any other words as he groaned and started thrusting again. Hard. Brilliant light wound through her, turning the world into a hazy glow as he filled her over and over.
“One more time, baby. One more,” he urged, and she could feel how close he was, hear the way his breathing caught, and so she let go, letting the rush take her under again as he took off one of the nipple clamps. Pain clashed with bliss, another orgasm rocking her as she felt his cock jerk inside her, his low growl changing into a groan of pleasure right beside her ear.
“Fuck…”