Black Light: Charmed
Excerpt By Jennifer Bene
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“Eventually you’re going to learn that rolling your eyes around me isn’t a smart idea, and we both know how smart you are.”
“Apparently not that smart,” she sassed, and he aimed the belt at her sit spot, immediately repeating it, which made her hands clench in the bedding as she hissed air through her teeth.
“Fuck!”
“Not yet,” he replied, grinning behind her as he fulfilled his promise to light her ass up for refusing date after date on the fragile premise that dealing with her schedule would be a challenge. Thinking of their conversation made him bring the belt down with a zipping smack, and she whined into the bed, her hips wiggling. “So, did you enjoy our date?”
“I’m still waiting to see how it ends.” There was laughter in her voice, and he had to bite back his own laugh as he shook his head behind her.
“You have no sense of self-preservation, you know that?”
“Are we still warming up?” she asked, and he bit down on the urge to go and grab the cane he had in his playroom. They’d need to talk about that first, because those marks wouldn’t go away in a day, and he didn’t want to fuck up a photoshoot for her… but someday he’d find time for it. In the meantime, he brought the belt down in a rapid series of swats that he knew would build on top of each other, and her keening whine was music to his ears.
“Foot down,” he growled, catching her ankle where she’d tried to block him to deliver a quick, stinging strike to her arch.
“Fuck!” Cassandra whined, twisting in his grip, and he let her put it back on the floor.
“Be a good girl and that won’t happen again.” Looking over the welts, he added another few where the skin was already raised, and she wiggled and groaned but kept her feet down and out of his way. “Still think we’re warming up?”
“I’m warm!” she answered loudly, and he let the chuckle roll out as he dropped the belt and flipped her onto her back. Her eyes were sparkling, possibly with tears, and it made her look even hotter with the way her lips pouted.
“You sure?” he taunted. “I can get something a little more hardcore if you’d like. Maybe a dragon’s tail, or a cane?”
“I’d rather just have you.” Sitting up, she tried to reach for him, but he caught her wrists and pushed her back to the bed, pinning her.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Smiling down at her, he loved the way she arched off the bed, spreading her thighs for him, all desperate need… but he could push her further.
“Stay still.”
“Logan,” she whined as he let go of her, standing up to take his shirt off. When she propped herself up on her elbows he stopped, snapping his fingers before he pointed at the bed.
“Down.”
Groaning, Cassandra dropped back, and he continued unbuttoning his shirt, reveling in the way her eyes followed every movement.
“Forget something?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, fighting her smile, and he debated whether her tone negated it as he tossed his shirt onto the chair then sent his undershirt after it.
“You’ve got such a mouth on you.”
“Then let me use it,” she offered, and this time when she sat up, he didn’t stop her. Cassandra shifted to her knees on the floor, and he had to admit that the real-life visual was infinitely better than the fantasy. Her honey brown eyes tilted up at him, the victorious little smirk on her lips as she freed his erection — it was perfect.
“This doesn’t get you out of all that sass,” he advised, biting back a groan as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked.
“We’ll see.” More sass just before her mouth closed around the head of his cock, and his breath caught. Watching her lips stretch as she teased him with her tongue was more than perfect, it was heaven. Every sinful sweep sent electric pulses rushing under his skin, and he let her take the lead for now, enjoying it. Her other hand moved up his thigh, teasing his balls before she cupped them and squeezed. The thrust toward the back of her throat was instinctive, but the sharp gag it earned had him grinning.
“Come on, you can take it,” he growled, cupping the side of her face to wrap his fingers at the back of her neck. Another shallow, testing thrust resulted in another soft gag, but Cassandra didn’t pull back. Instead, he felt the buzz of her moan run up the length of his cock, and he groaned and thrust harder, the warm, wet seal of her mouth dragging a low moan out of him as he eased into her throat.
Fuck.
A shiver rushed through him, and he slid back just enough to let her breathe before repeating it, pushing further, feeling the tight stroke of her throat working around him. Cassandra choked again, and he pulled out, leaning down to meet her tearstained gaze. Beautiful.
“You want more?” he asked, and she licked her lips before she nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
“Goddamn you’re perfect. Move back.” Guiding her until her back was braced against the bed, he slid his hand behind her neck again, forcing her to look up at him. “Three taps if you want me to stop. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, her breathing still fast, with that delicious hint of nervous panic in her eyes that had his dick throbbing.
“Good girl, open.”
As soon as she obeyed, he slid in, working slow for the first few strokes, teasing the back of her throat, testing, and then he tightened his grip on the back of her neck to warn her. The next rough thrust sent a rush up his spine, a spiral of lust that was only compounded by the sweet, desperate sounds she made when he pulled back to do it again. He tried to take his time, to pace himself, but when she didn’t tap out as she gagged again, he let go. Fucking her face, completely absorbed in the incredible feeling of her as she slurped and whined around his cock.
When her hands gripped his thighs, he paused, barely able to stop from another thrust, but she didn’t push him away. Cassandra’s fingers just dug in, a garbled sound coming from her that he was sure would have been something smartass if she’d been able to talk.
Little brat.
Closing his eyes, he returned to the deep thrusts, taking her throat until the friction of her tongue and the feeling of her swallowing around the head of his dick forced him to pull back.
He almost stumbled, wavering on his feet as he kicked his pants off and pointed at the bed.
“Get up. Now,” he growled, and she scrambled to obey. Seeing her move, still in her goddamn underwear, with the tears on her cheeks and her mouth shiny, had him teetering on the edge of playing much rougher than he wanted to on her first night in his house. “Bra off.”
Cassandra sat up to unclasp it, and through some miracle he managed to wait for her to toss it off the bed before he ripped her underwear down her thighs, forcing her back onto the bed as she slid toward him. Pushing her legs apart he leaned forward to taste her, dragging his tongue through her folds as she whined and bucked her hips against his hold.
“Be still,” he snapped, swatting her side, but she kept wiggling as he returned to licking her, focusing on her clit until the moan she released changed into a desperate little screech.
“Logan! Please!” It was the begging that stopped him, the raw need in her voice, and he felt it too. Climbing onto the bed, he shoved her thighs farther apart and captured her mouth in a fierce kiss as he lined up, but just as his cock brushed through the wet mess between her thighs, he yanked himself back.
“Fuck!”
Condom, goddamn fucking condom. Idiot!
Turning, he ripped open the drawer beside him and growled as he slammed it shut. Stomping around the end of the bed he hauled open the other one and ended up grabbing three in his haste. Dropping the other two to the bed, he tore the foil open and snapped his fingers.
“Come here,” he growled, impatient as she shifted, and he met her halfway across the bed. Logan dragged her under him as he spread her thighs again.
“You didn’t need to—”
“We can talk about that in the morning,” he cut her off, lining up again to press against her. “Right now, I just want to hear you come.”
He didn’t have the patience to tease her anymore, he thrust deep on the first stroke of his hips, and Cassandra arched, her mouth open in a silent cry that he wanted to memorize. There was no waiting, and he fucked her hard, lifting himself up so he could reach between them and rub her clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she whined, writhing under him, squeezing his cock inside her as he dragged her back to the edge and forced her over it. Her cry was loud, completely uninhibited, and so fucking sexy as her body clenched him in delirious waves that tested him to his limits.
“Again,” he demanded, and she bit down on her lip, eyes clenched tight as he rocked her against the bedding with every hard thrust. The electric buzz of pleasure wasn’t something he could ignore. Being in her mouth had worn down all his self control, but there was no way in hell he was coming before he felt her come again. “One more time. Come for me, Cassandra.”
“Apparently not that smart,” she sassed, and he aimed the belt at her sit spot, immediately repeating it, which made her hands clench in the bedding as she hissed air through her teeth.
“Fuck!”
“Not yet,” he replied, grinning behind her as he fulfilled his promise to light her ass up for refusing date after date on the fragile premise that dealing with her schedule would be a challenge. Thinking of their conversation made him bring the belt down with a zipping smack, and she whined into the bed, her hips wiggling. “So, did you enjoy our date?”
“I’m still waiting to see how it ends.” There was laughter in her voice, and he had to bite back his own laugh as he shook his head behind her.
“You have no sense of self-preservation, you know that?”
“Are we still warming up?” she asked, and he bit down on the urge to go and grab the cane he had in his playroom. They’d need to talk about that first, because those marks wouldn’t go away in a day, and he didn’t want to fuck up a photoshoot for her… but someday he’d find time for it. In the meantime, he brought the belt down in a rapid series of swats that he knew would build on top of each other, and her keening whine was music to his ears.
“Foot down,” he growled, catching her ankle where she’d tried to block him to deliver a quick, stinging strike to her arch.
“Fuck!” Cassandra whined, twisting in his grip, and he let her put it back on the floor.
“Be a good girl and that won’t happen again.” Looking over the welts, he added another few where the skin was already raised, and she wiggled and groaned but kept her feet down and out of his way. “Still think we’re warming up?”
“I’m warm!” she answered loudly, and he let the chuckle roll out as he dropped the belt and flipped her onto her back. Her eyes were sparkling, possibly with tears, and it made her look even hotter with the way her lips pouted.
“You sure?” he taunted. “I can get something a little more hardcore if you’d like. Maybe a dragon’s tail, or a cane?”
“I’d rather just have you.” Sitting up, she tried to reach for him, but he caught her wrists and pushed her back to the bed, pinning her.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Smiling down at her, he loved the way she arched off the bed, spreading her thighs for him, all desperate need… but he could push her further.
“Stay still.”
“Logan,” she whined as he let go of her, standing up to take his shirt off. When she propped herself up on her elbows he stopped, snapping his fingers before he pointed at the bed.
“Down.”
Groaning, Cassandra dropped back, and he continued unbuttoning his shirt, reveling in the way her eyes followed every movement.
“Forget something?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, fighting her smile, and he debated whether her tone negated it as he tossed his shirt onto the chair then sent his undershirt after it.
“You’ve got such a mouth on you.”
“Then let me use it,” she offered, and this time when she sat up, he didn’t stop her. Cassandra shifted to her knees on the floor, and he had to admit that the real-life visual was infinitely better than the fantasy. Her honey brown eyes tilted up at him, the victorious little smirk on her lips as she freed his erection — it was perfect.
“This doesn’t get you out of all that sass,” he advised, biting back a groan as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked.
“We’ll see.” More sass just before her mouth closed around the head of his cock, and his breath caught. Watching her lips stretch as she teased him with her tongue was more than perfect, it was heaven. Every sinful sweep sent electric pulses rushing under his skin, and he let her take the lead for now, enjoying it. Her other hand moved up his thigh, teasing his balls before she cupped them and squeezed. The thrust toward the back of her throat was instinctive, but the sharp gag it earned had him grinning.
“Come on, you can take it,” he growled, cupping the side of her face to wrap his fingers at the back of her neck. Another shallow, testing thrust resulted in another soft gag, but Cassandra didn’t pull back. Instead, he felt the buzz of her moan run up the length of his cock, and he groaned and thrust harder, the warm, wet seal of her mouth dragging a low moan out of him as he eased into her throat.
Fuck.
A shiver rushed through him, and he slid back just enough to let her breathe before repeating it, pushing further, feeling the tight stroke of her throat working around him. Cassandra choked again, and he pulled out, leaning down to meet her tearstained gaze. Beautiful.
“You want more?” he asked, and she licked her lips before she nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
“Goddamn you’re perfect. Move back.” Guiding her until her back was braced against the bed, he slid his hand behind her neck again, forcing her to look up at him. “Three taps if you want me to stop. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, her breathing still fast, with that delicious hint of nervous panic in her eyes that had his dick throbbing.
“Good girl, open.”
As soon as she obeyed, he slid in, working slow for the first few strokes, teasing the back of her throat, testing, and then he tightened his grip on the back of her neck to warn her. The next rough thrust sent a rush up his spine, a spiral of lust that was only compounded by the sweet, desperate sounds she made when he pulled back to do it again. He tried to take his time, to pace himself, but when she didn’t tap out as she gagged again, he let go. Fucking her face, completely absorbed in the incredible feeling of her as she slurped and whined around his cock.
When her hands gripped his thighs, he paused, barely able to stop from another thrust, but she didn’t push him away. Cassandra’s fingers just dug in, a garbled sound coming from her that he was sure would have been something smartass if she’d been able to talk.
Little brat.
Closing his eyes, he returned to the deep thrusts, taking her throat until the friction of her tongue and the feeling of her swallowing around the head of his dick forced him to pull back.
He almost stumbled, wavering on his feet as he kicked his pants off and pointed at the bed.
“Get up. Now,” he growled, and she scrambled to obey. Seeing her move, still in her goddamn underwear, with the tears on her cheeks and her mouth shiny, had him teetering on the edge of playing much rougher than he wanted to on her first night in his house. “Bra off.”
Cassandra sat up to unclasp it, and through some miracle he managed to wait for her to toss it off the bed before he ripped her underwear down her thighs, forcing her back onto the bed as she slid toward him. Pushing her legs apart he leaned forward to taste her, dragging his tongue through her folds as she whined and bucked her hips against his hold.
“Be still,” he snapped, swatting her side, but she kept wiggling as he returned to licking her, focusing on her clit until the moan she released changed into a desperate little screech.
“Logan! Please!” It was the begging that stopped him, the raw need in her voice, and he felt it too. Climbing onto the bed, he shoved her thighs farther apart and captured her mouth in a fierce kiss as he lined up, but just as his cock brushed through the wet mess between her thighs, he yanked himself back.
“Fuck!”
Condom, goddamn fucking condom. Idiot!
Turning, he ripped open the drawer beside him and growled as he slammed it shut. Stomping around the end of the bed he hauled open the other one and ended up grabbing three in his haste. Dropping the other two to the bed, he tore the foil open and snapped his fingers.
“Come here,” he growled, impatient as she shifted, and he met her halfway across the bed. Logan dragged her under him as he spread her thighs again.
“You didn’t need to—”
“We can talk about that in the morning,” he cut her off, lining up again to press against her. “Right now, I just want to hear you come.”
He didn’t have the patience to tease her anymore, he thrust deep on the first stroke of his hips, and Cassandra arched, her mouth open in a silent cry that he wanted to memorize. There was no waiting, and he fucked her hard, lifting himself up so he could reach between them and rub her clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she whined, writhing under him, squeezing his cock inside her as he dragged her back to the edge and forced her over it. Her cry was loud, completely uninhibited, and so fucking sexy as her body clenched him in delirious waves that tested him to his limits.
“Again,” he demanded, and she bit down on her lip, eyes clenched tight as he rocked her against the bedding with every hard thrust. The electric buzz of pleasure wasn’t something he could ignore. Being in her mouth had worn down all his self control, but there was no way in hell he was coming before he felt her come again. “One more time. Come for me, Cassandra.”