Black Light: Cheeky
Excerpt By Livia Grant
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“You can’t do this to me. My father will pay the ransom.”
“I don’t need or want your money. I have plenty of my own.” Little did she know, that was the truth. He had more than enough money and while he wanted them to win, he really couldn’t give a shit about a free month’s membership fees.
“Everyone has a price. What will it take to win my freedom?” she played along.
Geo hesitated, a crazy idea flitting through his mind. He could hear Jaxson telling him he was making a mistake. Davidson had warned that tonight was just three hours of hard play and then it would be over. At the start of the night, that had sounded like a great plan.
Now, not so much.
“Nothing will win you freedom, but…” He paused before going for broke. “If you agree to go out for breakfast with me after Roulette ends, I’ll make sure you’re well-fucked and walking funny before we leave.”
He heard her breath catch just as her knees wobbled under her. If he hadn’t been holding her up, she might have fallen.
“And what if I have my own demand before I agree to go anywhere with you?” she asked, quiet enough it was hard to hear her.
“I’ll hear your request, but make no promises.”
She paused long enough he got worried she’d say no to having breakfast with him. The thought of never seeing her after tonight was suddenly a reality he hated the idea of.
“I demand you let me wash my hands. You have no idea how gross the floor was in the Red Light District. I think I’ll puke if I think about the disgusting germs I have on my hands and knees right now.”
George couldn’t have stopped from laughing to save his life. The best part was Harley giggling along with him as they both had a blast with the game.
“I don’t know if I can trust you not to run if I leave you here,” he finally answered after they’d stopped laughing.
“Oh believe me, if you’re getting me wet wipes, I’ll definitely be waiting here when you get back,” she promised.
He missed her warmth as he stepped away from her to walk to his leather duffle bag. He carried a packet of disposable wipes for easy clean-up of scenes, although this would be the first time he’d be using it to wash a sub’s hands before they even started a scene.
Harley quickly burned through four wipes, handing the soiled wipes to him before announcing, “I finally feel like I got the cooties off my hands and knees.”
Throwing the spent wipes aside, he teased her. “I’d have paid good money to watch you crawling through that throng of a crowd.”
“Yeah, well, I won’t be recreating it so you missed your chance. But for the record, I told you that hallway was too narrow.” She grinned up at him.
“Cheeky girl. You’ll pay for that one.”
“Promises, promises.”
Geo started with her left hand, securing her wrist in the fur-lined leather cuff attached by a chain to a hook near the ceiling. A pulley system let him tighten the chain until her wrist was held high above her head.
He repeated the step with her other hand until she was stretched up onto her tippy toes.
Dominic had done a great job with her outfit. The tiny skirt did nothing to cover her curvy ass and the see-through panties would be ripped off soon enough.
But first things first.
He planned on his punishment implements getting a workout tonight. Harley had reacted beautifully to the floggers earlier and he couldn’t wait to see which implements might make his subbie fly high. He’d be starting this scene with his leather belt.
Knowing she couldn’t see from her vantage point, he made sure to pull the belt from his pants fast enough to snap the leather tip. It would be her only hint of what was coming next.
The first few lashes were delivered over her skimpy peasant top that doubled as a corset. He knew the cloth was taking some of the heat of the licks, which would serve as a nice warm up. Rather than crying out in pain, Harley moaned after each lash of leather connected with her ass and back, proving she liked impact play as much as he did.
After her warm-up, Geo got back into character, stepping up to his captive, and ripping the flimsy panties off her as easily as Dominic had promised he could.
“You won’t be needing these any longer,” he warned as he palmed the curved cheek of her ass, squeezing hard enough to pull another moan from his captive.
Next, he got busy undoing her top until it was loose enough that he could pull it down to pool at her feet. The tiny skirt followed next, leaving her naked and strung up at his mercy in just a few seconds.
After helping her step out of the clothes and tossing them aside, he stood, taking a few minutes to simply admire the perfect sight she made. Strung up and at his mercy. Her naked body was perfect for all kinds of sinful things he had planned.
Picking up his belt again, it was time to take things to the next level. Warm-up over. He was ready to get to work, and his next goal was seeing if he could drive Harley into subspace or not.
The well-worn leather connected perfectly with the globes of her ass, leaving a two-inch-wide pink swath in its path. By the third lash he had her dancing on her toes and on the fifth connection, she released her first groan of pain.
“Have I chased that potty mouth of yours away yet?” he asked, squeezing her now warm ass.
Her “Fuck no,” came so fast it shocked him.
“Well, alright then. Let’s see if I can do a bit better then.” George stepped back, putting himself at a better angle and then let loose with a fast half-dozen smacks across her bottom, all striking one after the other until she was dancing on those tippy toes in an ill-fated attempt at trying to escape.
Her “Ohhh…” escaped just as he paused, giving her a few seconds to catch her breath before stepping to the other side of her to deliver another fast half-dozen just a bit lower.
On his next pause, she wiggled that adorable ass of hers back and forth as much as she could, and he found it sexy as hell. Hoping she wanted him to deliver another round of leather, he tested her by asking, “Are you ready to behave yet, or do I need to take things to the next level?”
She took a few seconds longer to respond this time, but the “Screw you,” was music to his ears. Hiding his grin from her, he threw the belt down next to his duffle bag and reached in to come out with the next implement—his fraternity paddle.
“You didn’t seem to have a problem with leather. Let’s see how you like wood.”
His first swat was a bullseye right across the middle of her ass. Her immediate howl of pain made him glad he hadn’t used full force. When he leaned in closer, he took note of her quick gulps for air.
“I think my paddle is gonna be a bit more effective, isn’t it, my little captive?”
Her more subdued response came several long seconds later. “You don’t scare me.”
Geo chuckled. “That makes me happy since I have a lot more plans for this delicious body of yours. Let’s see how you feel after you take five more with the paddle.”
He took his time, delivering increasingly hard swats across her ass and sit-spots at the top of her thighs. Knowing he was trying to drive her through the pain and into pleasure, he enjoyed massaging her hot skin between strikes, enjoying the way she mewed at his touch.
Determined to push her higher, Geo took out his riding crop next. It was longer than most and he’d purposefully bought one with a bit more flexibility to it, making it a bit of a cross-over with a thick whip. Like all crops, it had the strip of leather at the tip, but it was longer and more flexible.
“Hold tight, little girl. Let’s see how you like my next toy.”
Where the paddle had left a heavy thud, the crop whizzed through the air easily, leaving a line of red instantly across her already pink ass. The snap of the tip against her hip brought her first cry of real pain. As tempting as it was to massage her between strikes again, this time he let the lines of heat settle deeper into his sub’s ass with each lash.
With each whip her breathing got deeper. He watched for signs of distress as his submissive for the night took lash after lash with the crop.
He glanced into the crowd, not surprised to see most of those close to their platform transfixed, enjoying Harley’s suffering. They knew, like he did, that he was delivering exactly what she wanted. What she needed.
As if to prove he was right, he stepped close to her again, this time letting his fingers do the talking. Sliding his hand across her punished ass, he moved lower, sliding his fingers through the copious juices wetting her pussy and inner thighs.
“So fucking wet. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were enjoying yourself.” When she could only muster a sniffle in return, he added. “I know I’m enjoying myself very much.”
He chose to graze across her clit just as he said the last word. Her knees buckled as she cried out in frustration at the too soft touch. Little did she know his cock was rock hard, ready to come out to play.
“Soon, my pet. I’m not done taming you just yet. Before my next implement, tell me. What color are you?”
He hated to disrupt the scene, but the truth was they barely knew each other. The last thing he wanted to do was push her too hard too soon.
“I’m fine…” she said unconvincingly.
“Color,” he barked.
“Lime.”
“Lime?”
“Green, but maybe a tinge of yellow… Lime.”
Geo chuckled. “Good enough. Let’s see if we can get you back into deep green.”
He’d planned on pulling his short cane out but changed plans and grabbed the heavy flogger he’d used earlier. He suspected it would help drive his sub where he wanted her to go.
Unlike the earlier implements, Geo didn’t take long breaks between lashes with the flogger. Instead, he started softly, laying heat all across Harley’s ass, up onto her back and even down onto her thighs. And then he’d start all over again, adding more heat. Again and again, he drove her higher with harder rounds until he heard the first low sobs break loose from his sub.
Watching her wiggling, listening to her moans and cries—he might have been pushing her toward subspace, but he’d managed to push himself to the edge as well.
Her crying out for “Daddy” was his own breaking point. He needed to be inside her.
To claim her in every way.
Throwing his flogger into his bag, he pulled out a condom packet next. Before putting it on, he went to Harley, curling up behind her body, feeling the heat permeate from her skin through his clothes. She hung limply from her wrists now and he was grateful they were fur lined.
Harley threw her head back against his shoulder and howled the sexiest sound as he slid his fingers through her wet pussy, cupping her snatch and pressing the heel of his left hand against her clit as he wrapped his right arm around her waist to help hold up some of her weight.
She shuddered in his arms, making a growling noise that made his own shaft throb with need to be inside her. It would be so easy to make her come with his hand, but selfishly, he wanted to feel her squeezing him when she finally tipped into her first orgasm at his hands.
Geo stepped away from her just long enough to free his cock, pushing his pants out of the way to roll the condom onto his erection. When he returned to her, Geo leaned down to lift both her legs at her thighs, pulling her torso a few inches away from the whipping post to give himself a better angle. He wasn’t sure if she realized she’d let her body turn into a wet noodle, hanging from the wrist cuffs and letting Geo control her completely.
He guided the tip of his cock to her entrance, enjoying the slick ride as he made sure she was ready for him.
“Hold on tight, baby. It’s time for your reward.”
A gentleman would have gone slow, but tonight he was playing the role of pirate captain which meant thrusting balls-deep in one stroke. He’d expected her to cry out, but his own growl of sexual tension surprised him as he enjoyed her tight sheath.
“Christ. You feel perfect,” he gritted out before lifting her until only his tip was inside her. This time, he let gravity slam her down, back onto his prick hard enough to draw a cry from his sub. Whether it was a cry of pain or pleasure, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was he needed to hear it like he needed his next breath.
Again and again, he lifted her before dropping her to impale herself with his thick shaft, each time hitting her deeper than the last.
“Yes! Daddy, it feels so damn good. Fuck me, harder.”
“I don’t need or want your money. I have plenty of my own.” Little did she know, that was the truth. He had more than enough money and while he wanted them to win, he really couldn’t give a shit about a free month’s membership fees.
“Everyone has a price. What will it take to win my freedom?” she played along.
Geo hesitated, a crazy idea flitting through his mind. He could hear Jaxson telling him he was making a mistake. Davidson had warned that tonight was just three hours of hard play and then it would be over. At the start of the night, that had sounded like a great plan.
Now, not so much.
“Nothing will win you freedom, but…” He paused before going for broke. “If you agree to go out for breakfast with me after Roulette ends, I’ll make sure you’re well-fucked and walking funny before we leave.”
He heard her breath catch just as her knees wobbled under her. If he hadn’t been holding her up, she might have fallen.
“And what if I have my own demand before I agree to go anywhere with you?” she asked, quiet enough it was hard to hear her.
“I’ll hear your request, but make no promises.”
She paused long enough he got worried she’d say no to having breakfast with him. The thought of never seeing her after tonight was suddenly a reality he hated the idea of.
“I demand you let me wash my hands. You have no idea how gross the floor was in the Red Light District. I think I’ll puke if I think about the disgusting germs I have on my hands and knees right now.”
George couldn’t have stopped from laughing to save his life. The best part was Harley giggling along with him as they both had a blast with the game.
“I don’t know if I can trust you not to run if I leave you here,” he finally answered after they’d stopped laughing.
“Oh believe me, if you’re getting me wet wipes, I’ll definitely be waiting here when you get back,” she promised.
He missed her warmth as he stepped away from her to walk to his leather duffle bag. He carried a packet of disposable wipes for easy clean-up of scenes, although this would be the first time he’d be using it to wash a sub’s hands before they even started a scene.
Harley quickly burned through four wipes, handing the soiled wipes to him before announcing, “I finally feel like I got the cooties off my hands and knees.”
Throwing the spent wipes aside, he teased her. “I’d have paid good money to watch you crawling through that throng of a crowd.”
“Yeah, well, I won’t be recreating it so you missed your chance. But for the record, I told you that hallway was too narrow.” She grinned up at him.
“Cheeky girl. You’ll pay for that one.”
“Promises, promises.”
Geo started with her left hand, securing her wrist in the fur-lined leather cuff attached by a chain to a hook near the ceiling. A pulley system let him tighten the chain until her wrist was held high above her head.
He repeated the step with her other hand until she was stretched up onto her tippy toes.
Dominic had done a great job with her outfit. The tiny skirt did nothing to cover her curvy ass and the see-through panties would be ripped off soon enough.
But first things first.
He planned on his punishment implements getting a workout tonight. Harley had reacted beautifully to the floggers earlier and he couldn’t wait to see which implements might make his subbie fly high. He’d be starting this scene with his leather belt.
Knowing she couldn’t see from her vantage point, he made sure to pull the belt from his pants fast enough to snap the leather tip. It would be her only hint of what was coming next.
The first few lashes were delivered over her skimpy peasant top that doubled as a corset. He knew the cloth was taking some of the heat of the licks, which would serve as a nice warm up. Rather than crying out in pain, Harley moaned after each lash of leather connected with her ass and back, proving she liked impact play as much as he did.
After her warm-up, Geo got back into character, stepping up to his captive, and ripping the flimsy panties off her as easily as Dominic had promised he could.
“You won’t be needing these any longer,” he warned as he palmed the curved cheek of her ass, squeezing hard enough to pull another moan from his captive.
Next, he got busy undoing her top until it was loose enough that he could pull it down to pool at her feet. The tiny skirt followed next, leaving her naked and strung up at his mercy in just a few seconds.
After helping her step out of the clothes and tossing them aside, he stood, taking a few minutes to simply admire the perfect sight she made. Strung up and at his mercy. Her naked body was perfect for all kinds of sinful things he had planned.
Picking up his belt again, it was time to take things to the next level. Warm-up over. He was ready to get to work, and his next goal was seeing if he could drive Harley into subspace or not.
The well-worn leather connected perfectly with the globes of her ass, leaving a two-inch-wide pink swath in its path. By the third lash he had her dancing on her toes and on the fifth connection, she released her first groan of pain.
“Have I chased that potty mouth of yours away yet?” he asked, squeezing her now warm ass.
Her “Fuck no,” came so fast it shocked him.
“Well, alright then. Let’s see if I can do a bit better then.” George stepped back, putting himself at a better angle and then let loose with a fast half-dozen smacks across her bottom, all striking one after the other until she was dancing on those tippy toes in an ill-fated attempt at trying to escape.
Her “Ohhh…” escaped just as he paused, giving her a few seconds to catch her breath before stepping to the other side of her to deliver another fast half-dozen just a bit lower.
On his next pause, she wiggled that adorable ass of hers back and forth as much as she could, and he found it sexy as hell. Hoping she wanted him to deliver another round of leather, he tested her by asking, “Are you ready to behave yet, or do I need to take things to the next level?”
She took a few seconds longer to respond this time, but the “Screw you,” was music to his ears. Hiding his grin from her, he threw the belt down next to his duffle bag and reached in to come out with the next implement—his fraternity paddle.
“You didn’t seem to have a problem with leather. Let’s see how you like wood.”
His first swat was a bullseye right across the middle of her ass. Her immediate howl of pain made him glad he hadn’t used full force. When he leaned in closer, he took note of her quick gulps for air.
“I think my paddle is gonna be a bit more effective, isn’t it, my little captive?”
Her more subdued response came several long seconds later. “You don’t scare me.”
Geo chuckled. “That makes me happy since I have a lot more plans for this delicious body of yours. Let’s see how you feel after you take five more with the paddle.”
He took his time, delivering increasingly hard swats across her ass and sit-spots at the top of her thighs. Knowing he was trying to drive her through the pain and into pleasure, he enjoyed massaging her hot skin between strikes, enjoying the way she mewed at his touch.
Determined to push her higher, Geo took out his riding crop next. It was longer than most and he’d purposefully bought one with a bit more flexibility to it, making it a bit of a cross-over with a thick whip. Like all crops, it had the strip of leather at the tip, but it was longer and more flexible.
“Hold tight, little girl. Let’s see how you like my next toy.”
Where the paddle had left a heavy thud, the crop whizzed through the air easily, leaving a line of red instantly across her already pink ass. The snap of the tip against her hip brought her first cry of real pain. As tempting as it was to massage her between strikes again, this time he let the lines of heat settle deeper into his sub’s ass with each lash.
With each whip her breathing got deeper. He watched for signs of distress as his submissive for the night took lash after lash with the crop.
He glanced into the crowd, not surprised to see most of those close to their platform transfixed, enjoying Harley’s suffering. They knew, like he did, that he was delivering exactly what she wanted. What she needed.
As if to prove he was right, he stepped close to her again, this time letting his fingers do the talking. Sliding his hand across her punished ass, he moved lower, sliding his fingers through the copious juices wetting her pussy and inner thighs.
“So fucking wet. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were enjoying yourself.” When she could only muster a sniffle in return, he added. “I know I’m enjoying myself very much.”
He chose to graze across her clit just as he said the last word. Her knees buckled as she cried out in frustration at the too soft touch. Little did she know his cock was rock hard, ready to come out to play.
“Soon, my pet. I’m not done taming you just yet. Before my next implement, tell me. What color are you?”
He hated to disrupt the scene, but the truth was they barely knew each other. The last thing he wanted to do was push her too hard too soon.
“I’m fine…” she said unconvincingly.
“Color,” he barked.
“Lime.”
“Lime?”
“Green, but maybe a tinge of yellow… Lime.”
Geo chuckled. “Good enough. Let’s see if we can get you back into deep green.”
He’d planned on pulling his short cane out but changed plans and grabbed the heavy flogger he’d used earlier. He suspected it would help drive his sub where he wanted her to go.
Unlike the earlier implements, Geo didn’t take long breaks between lashes with the flogger. Instead, he started softly, laying heat all across Harley’s ass, up onto her back and even down onto her thighs. And then he’d start all over again, adding more heat. Again and again, he drove her higher with harder rounds until he heard the first low sobs break loose from his sub.
Watching her wiggling, listening to her moans and cries—he might have been pushing her toward subspace, but he’d managed to push himself to the edge as well.
Her crying out for “Daddy” was his own breaking point. He needed to be inside her.
To claim her in every way.
Throwing his flogger into his bag, he pulled out a condom packet next. Before putting it on, he went to Harley, curling up behind her body, feeling the heat permeate from her skin through his clothes. She hung limply from her wrists now and he was grateful they were fur lined.
Harley threw her head back against his shoulder and howled the sexiest sound as he slid his fingers through her wet pussy, cupping her snatch and pressing the heel of his left hand against her clit as he wrapped his right arm around her waist to help hold up some of her weight.
She shuddered in his arms, making a growling noise that made his own shaft throb with need to be inside her. It would be so easy to make her come with his hand, but selfishly, he wanted to feel her squeezing him when she finally tipped into her first orgasm at his hands.
Geo stepped away from her just long enough to free his cock, pushing his pants out of the way to roll the condom onto his erection. When he returned to her, Geo leaned down to lift both her legs at her thighs, pulling her torso a few inches away from the whipping post to give himself a better angle. He wasn’t sure if she realized she’d let her body turn into a wet noodle, hanging from the wrist cuffs and letting Geo control her completely.
He guided the tip of his cock to her entrance, enjoying the slick ride as he made sure she was ready for him.
“Hold on tight, baby. It’s time for your reward.”
A gentleman would have gone slow, but tonight he was playing the role of pirate captain which meant thrusting balls-deep in one stroke. He’d expected her to cry out, but his own growl of sexual tension surprised him as he enjoyed her tight sheath.
“Christ. You feel perfect,” he gritted out before lifting her until only his tip was inside her. This time, he let gravity slam her down, back onto his prick hard enough to draw a cry from his sub. Whether it was a cry of pain or pleasure, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was he needed to hear it like he needed his next breath.
Again and again, he lifted her before dropping her to impale herself with his thick shaft, each time hitting her deeper than the last.
“Yes! Daddy, it feels so damn good. Fuck me, harder.”