Black Light: Control
Excerpt By Dani René
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Her body trembles on the padded table and I wish I had a blindfold, but then when her wide eyes land on me, I decide against it.
Raising the belt, I bring it down on her inner thigh earning me a yelp which makes my dick jolt. It’s ready to drive into her body, but I have so much more for her.
I offer her another swat on the opposite thigh, causing her to whimper. Her hips rise up in an attempt to wiggle away from me, or toward me, I’m not sure because desire has overridden my mind and all I can think about is claiming her.
Soft red welts rise on her porcelain thighs and I finally allow the leather to lick against her pussy in a harsh swat that earns me a blood heating scream as her fingers dig into the leather beneath her. I wait for her to scream red, but she doesn’t. A gentle smile glimmers on her face and I know she’s ready for another which, I deftly deliver. Her trembles are intoxicating as her body undulates on the table.
“Please, Sir,” she begs, her voice raspy with emotion, with need so fierce it grips me by the throat. “I need more.”
Dropping the belt, I reach for her, tugging her from the table by her wrist. Once she’s standing, I spin her around and bend her over. The pert little ass I’ve been ogling for years is right here, mine for the taking.
“Tell me, pet,” I command her as I lean into her body, cocooning her with mine. “Tell me how you used to touch your pretty little cunt thinking of me.” I know I’m taunting her, humiliating her, but I can’t stop myself. I’ve forgotten all about the crowd that’s most likely gathered to watch. All that exists is me and her.
“I… I…”
“Did you run home from school and finger yourself? Did you imagine my thick fingers stealing your precious virginity?” My words force a shudder through her as my fingers work their way between her legs. Kicking her ankle with my foot, I spread her open.
“Sir, Jed, please?” Her pleas fall on deaf ears. She wanted this. I know she’d been fantasizing about it for years, and to be honest, so have I.
“You wanted to play with fire. Are you scared of being burned now?” I smirk down at her and plunge two of my fingers into her tight heat, pumping in and out, slow and steady, just enough to have her moaning loudly. The sound of her need is music to my ears. I strum her like I do my guitar. When I feel her walls pulse around my digits, I halt all movement earning me another mewl of frustration. My cock strains against my zipper, urging me to finally claim her, but I wait. Although my restraint is wavering with every whimper, I focus on giving her everything she’s wanted for so long.
Pulling my wet fingers from her cunt, I circle the tight ring of muscle of her ass.
“No, please, not there,” she pleads. Turning her head, she peeks at me from over her shoulder, her gaze dark with lust, with a fire so hot it burns me when I slide one finger into her ass.
“No? Are you sure? Because your pretty little cunt is begging for me.” My smile turns her cheeks a deep red and I see the guilt in her expression. She can’t deny it. I work her hole open, adding a second finger.
“Look at how much you need me to fuck you,” I tell her as I scissor her open. “These holes are hungry for my dick. Aren’t they, pet?”
“Fuck,” she hisses through clenched teeth when I grip her neck, cutting off her air just enough for her ass to tighten around my digits. Her hand flies between her legs as her hips lift to offer her access and soon, she’s playing with her clit.
Her body is spasming wildly at the intensity. I wish I could spank her right now but working her into a frenzy is beautiful. It’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen. Her walls clench, my dick is close to spurting in my boxers as she cries out in pleasure, her body squirting all over my slacks as she drenches me in her release.
I pull my fingers from her quickly. Grabbing the foil packet from my pocket before shoving down my pants, along with my underwear, I sheath myself in the condom. Fisting my dick, I stroke it as I rub it along her glistening cunt. The softness and heat of her is too much and I have to close my eyes to keep the image of painting her with my seed from my mind or I’ll come far too soon.
“Is this what you wanted?” I taunt, the heat of her turning me into an animal needing to drive inside her, owning and claiming her. “Tell me, pet.”
“Yes, it’s what I’ve always wanted,” she finally admits, and I can’t hold back anymore. Slamming into her, I feel the heat of her tightening around my dick. Her cries echo around me as I rain down swats on her thighs, on her sweet little ass that’s turning a deep shade of red with my handprint.
“You’re mine now, pet,” I tell her as I slide out, then slowly move in again. “Such a tight little pussy.” I growl, gripping her hips, I hold her down on the table. Our bodies locked together like chords of a song that becomes a melody. And we move together like a symphony of passion and yearning. I pull out and then with the slightest movement, tease inch by inch back into her. A whimper falls from her lips—sweet and innocent—but when her body pulses around mine, there’s nothing more I want than to violate her in the most sinful ways.
“Please, Sir,” she pleads with me.
“Tell me what you need.”
“You, I want you. All of you.” I can’t hold back any longer. I slam into her, causing her body to shudder and tremble as I fuck her mercilessly. I feel it the moment she tightens, the instant her body milks me. And I give it to her.
Raising the belt, I bring it down on her inner thigh earning me a yelp which makes my dick jolt. It’s ready to drive into her body, but I have so much more for her.
I offer her another swat on the opposite thigh, causing her to whimper. Her hips rise up in an attempt to wiggle away from me, or toward me, I’m not sure because desire has overridden my mind and all I can think about is claiming her.
Soft red welts rise on her porcelain thighs and I finally allow the leather to lick against her pussy in a harsh swat that earns me a blood heating scream as her fingers dig into the leather beneath her. I wait for her to scream red, but she doesn’t. A gentle smile glimmers on her face and I know she’s ready for another which, I deftly deliver. Her trembles are intoxicating as her body undulates on the table.
“Please, Sir,” she begs, her voice raspy with emotion, with need so fierce it grips me by the throat. “I need more.”
Dropping the belt, I reach for her, tugging her from the table by her wrist. Once she’s standing, I spin her around and bend her over. The pert little ass I’ve been ogling for years is right here, mine for the taking.
“Tell me, pet,” I command her as I lean into her body, cocooning her with mine. “Tell me how you used to touch your pretty little cunt thinking of me.” I know I’m taunting her, humiliating her, but I can’t stop myself. I’ve forgotten all about the crowd that’s most likely gathered to watch. All that exists is me and her.
“I… I…”
“Did you run home from school and finger yourself? Did you imagine my thick fingers stealing your precious virginity?” My words force a shudder through her as my fingers work their way between her legs. Kicking her ankle with my foot, I spread her open.
“Sir, Jed, please?” Her pleas fall on deaf ears. She wanted this. I know she’d been fantasizing about it for years, and to be honest, so have I.
“You wanted to play with fire. Are you scared of being burned now?” I smirk down at her and plunge two of my fingers into her tight heat, pumping in and out, slow and steady, just enough to have her moaning loudly. The sound of her need is music to my ears. I strum her like I do my guitar. When I feel her walls pulse around my digits, I halt all movement earning me another mewl of frustration. My cock strains against my zipper, urging me to finally claim her, but I wait. Although my restraint is wavering with every whimper, I focus on giving her everything she’s wanted for so long.
Pulling my wet fingers from her cunt, I circle the tight ring of muscle of her ass.
“No, please, not there,” she pleads. Turning her head, she peeks at me from over her shoulder, her gaze dark with lust, with a fire so hot it burns me when I slide one finger into her ass.
“No? Are you sure? Because your pretty little cunt is begging for me.” My smile turns her cheeks a deep red and I see the guilt in her expression. She can’t deny it. I work her hole open, adding a second finger.
“Look at how much you need me to fuck you,” I tell her as I scissor her open. “These holes are hungry for my dick. Aren’t they, pet?”
“Fuck,” she hisses through clenched teeth when I grip her neck, cutting off her air just enough for her ass to tighten around my digits. Her hand flies between her legs as her hips lift to offer her access and soon, she’s playing with her clit.
Her body is spasming wildly at the intensity. I wish I could spank her right now but working her into a frenzy is beautiful. It’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen. Her walls clench, my dick is close to spurting in my boxers as she cries out in pleasure, her body squirting all over my slacks as she drenches me in her release.
I pull my fingers from her quickly. Grabbing the foil packet from my pocket before shoving down my pants, along with my underwear, I sheath myself in the condom. Fisting my dick, I stroke it as I rub it along her glistening cunt. The softness and heat of her is too much and I have to close my eyes to keep the image of painting her with my seed from my mind or I’ll come far too soon.
“Is this what you wanted?” I taunt, the heat of her turning me into an animal needing to drive inside her, owning and claiming her. “Tell me, pet.”
“Yes, it’s what I’ve always wanted,” she finally admits, and I can’t hold back anymore. Slamming into her, I feel the heat of her tightening around my dick. Her cries echo around me as I rain down swats on her thighs, on her sweet little ass that’s turning a deep shade of red with my handprint.
“You’re mine now, pet,” I tell her as I slide out, then slowly move in again. “Such a tight little pussy.” I growl, gripping her hips, I hold her down on the table. Our bodies locked together like chords of a song that becomes a melody. And we move together like a symphony of passion and yearning. I pull out and then with the slightest movement, tease inch by inch back into her. A whimper falls from her lips—sweet and innocent—but when her body pulses around mine, there’s nothing more I want than to violate her in the most sinful ways.
“Please, Sir,” she pleads with me.
“Tell me what you need.”
“You, I want you. All of you.” I can’t hold back any longer. I slam into her, causing her body to shudder and tremble as I fuck her mercilessly. I feel it the moment she tightens, the instant her body milks me. And I give it to her.