Black Light: Cuffed
Excerpt By Measha Stone
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"I’m not sure this is really necessary." Sydney walked over to the St. Andrew’s cross where Tate had a table laid out with several implements. "I'm feeling much better, less stressed now"
Tate stopped digging through his duffel bag to shoot her a quick look expressing perfectly what he thought of her statement. Total bullshit.
"Fine." She shrugged and stripped out of her dress. Summer had finally arrived and was in full swing. The heat from the sun kept her in her favorite cotton dresses. Turned out Tate loved them as well, quickly dictating she was to fill her wardrobe with them immediately.
"Are you going to play like you aren't looking forward to this? Or are you going to admit that you are?" He stilled, his hands still buried in his bag.
She knew what he wanted. The same thing he always wanted. The full truth, nothing but, so help her ass. "Of course, I'm looking forward to this." She rolled her eyes and walked up to the table, picking up his favorite flogger and running her fingers through the leather falls. "Other than that little punishment I got once the doctor gave me the all clear, you've been treating me like some glass ornament."
"Little punishment?" He cocked a brow. Okay, it had been the worst to date, but since then, he'd barely given her a hard lash of any belt or flogger.
"It wasn't little. I know that." She lowered her chin when she made her confession. "I nearly cost us everything."
He turned from the bag and pulled her in his arms. "No more talk like that, Syd. It's over, and we are back on the right track, right?"
"Yes, sir." She sighed and leaned into his chest. The warmth of his body and the softness of his shirt soothed her. As frustrated as she'd been with his easy treatment of her, knowing he was going to have her strung up on the cross for an evening of whatever he had planned still made her nervous.
"You're shaking."
"I’m just cold." She pulled out of his arms and showed him the little bumps running over her skin. "They have the AC cranked up, and I’m naked—in case you haven't noticed." She put a hand on her hip.
He laughed. "Oh, I fucking noticed. Now get your little ass over on the cross, I found my cuffs."
She stepped up onto the circular, wood platform and stood beneath the lighting. The wait was short. He joined her quickly and started to wrap the black leather cuffs around each wrist and ankle. One more trip to his bag and he had a few short chains. She wasn't exactly tall enough to reach the rings on the top of the cross, so he hooked the chains to her wrist and then the top rungs. By the time he was finished, her legs were spread wide, her arms were overhead, and her ass was perfectly on display.
"Your hair is too long, I think it's time for a cut."
"It's not too long. Let me down and I’ll put it up in a bun."
He laughed. "And lose my leash? Hell no." He wrapped the thick locks around his fist and pulled her head back until her neck was completely exposed. Leaning down, he kissed her mouth, then her chin, and moved further down until he was sucking on her neck, biting and then licking. When he released her, her mind spun and the butterflies fluttering around her stomach eased into a harmonious dance.
"Now, I won't gag you, but if you start getting mouthy you know I will." His breath was hot against her ear. Her hair was pulled back again.
"Are you braiding my hair?" She asked the question without trying to look.
"I am capable of such a feat, yes." He tied off the bottom and threw the long braid over her shoulder, keeping the entire back side of her body exposed. "Now, keep your mouth shut." He kissed her neck again, then bit her shoulder. She sank into the sensation of his teeth on her bare skin, sighing with the heightened sensation.
"Yes, sir," she whispered when he released her. The chill of the room washed across her back, but soon was replaced with his finger stalking down her back. First the pads of his fingertips, then the sharp tips of his nails as he dragged them from her shoulder to her ass, then up from her ass to her shoulders.
"You like that?" he asked, grabbing her ass in two hard grips .
"Yes, sir."
"You love it?"
"Fuck, yes." She nodded.
He chuckled. "Of course you do, my little pain slut."
"We haven't used the leather flogger in a while, but first I think five with the wooden paddle."
"What?" She pulled against the cuffs "Why?" Wood was kept solely for punishment.
"Because it's what I want," he said simply, as he returned to the platform with the small hairbrush-shaped paddle in hand.
"I hate wood," she pouted.
"Too bad, I think." He slid his arm between her body and the cross, holding her around her hips. "Push this delicious ass out for me. I want a good target."
She wanted to huff. It wasn't fair, but she did as she was told because after the wood came the flogger, and then came heaven.
He made no ceremony of it either, five hard strokes to each cheek in rapid succession. Her brain screamed from the sudden current of electricity, and she hopped from one foot to the other.
"You said five! That was ten!"
The paddle rubbed across her ass "You have two cheeks, Sydney. Five on each cheek. Now you'll get two more because you got all mouthy. Don't forget, I have the ball gag with me. I know how much you love to stand in the corner and have your drool cover your tits."
She hated that. Not in the it-was-hot sort of way, but in the hell-no-she-wasn't-doing-that sort of way. She clamped her mouth shut and took the next four strokes better, biting her lip to keep from snarling at him.
"Now, we can get to the flogger." He kissed her shoulder. "You did good, babe." He used the paddle to tap her ass.
When he returned, she rested her head on the beam of the cross, waiting for him to begin with the light little flickers over her ass and back. Instead, two fingers thrust up into her and she cried out from the sudden fullness.
"Fuck you're wet. Did you fuck yourself earlier like I told you to?"
He'd taken to making her come before they went out to play.
"Yes, sir." She had, just like he told her to, with his vibrator, on his bed, fully dressed from the top up.
"Good girl. Did you come?"
“No, sir,” Getting to the edge of heaven and pulling back was a cruel task to make her perform, but she had to admit it did make the spankings more enjoyable when he finally got around to playing with her.
His fingers were gone, but too soon the pleasant sensation was replaced by the bite of the falls crossing her shoulder blades. She hadn't been ready, but the second swing she stood firm.
He kept a steady rhythm, keeping to her back and her ass. Soon he ramped up his swings harder and harder until she grunted with each stroke. The tips of the falls bit into her, contrasting the thump of the leather with the bite of the ends. He became unpredictable. Thuddy, heavy, soft, sharp—every sensation started to blend into the other.
Nothing existed outside of their little platform. The giggles and screams of the other subs having their asses beat or fucked, melted away. The club wasn't surrounding them. Nothing was. It was just them.
"Goddamn, I've missed that." His chin rested on her shoulder.
She nodded, unable to use her mouth for much at the moment.
"Color?" He dug his nails into her ass again.
"Yellow," she whispered. She could go longer, but he wouldn't. Once she hit yellow, or he thought she should be at yellow, he backed off. Never giving her too much, but always giving just enough.
"Such a good girl." He pressed against her ass, his erection grinding against the hot soreness of her flesh.
"Fuck me, Tate. Please fuck me!" She looked over her shoulder.
"The privates are all being used."
"Here. Fuck me right here."
He stood seemingly stunned for a moment then asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" she nearly screamed.
He laughed and walked way. When he returned, his pants were gone and he was rolling a condom over his long, thick shaft. She nearly wept for joy at seeing his cock pointed at her.
"Sometimes I wonder who you think is in charge around here."
He grabbed her ass and thrust up into her pussy with one feverish stroke.
She yelped, but arched her back to give him more of her ass.
He gripped her waist and thrust into her.
"You! You're in charge," she said.
"Really? So, if I say you can't come?" His voice already ragged, his breathing already hard, he was as close as she was.
"I won’t come then." She wouldn’t. She'd hate it, but she'd follow his order.
"Fuck."
His cock thrust harder, farther into her body as she began to meet him thrust for thrust.
"I have to. Can I? Now, I have to now!" She yelled filling the dungeon with her passionate sounds, unaware of anyone around them.
"Yes, come now. Oh fuck!"
And together they cried out as their orgasms ripped through them.
When he pulled out, she went limp against the cross, resting her head on the beam and pressing her weight into the fixture. He kissed her head and told her to relax while he cleaned them up.
After taking her down from the cross, he wrapped her in a blanket and brought her to a couch nearby. "Stay right here." His order came with a soft kiss to her forehead.
Her ass hurt, her back hurt, but watching him jog back over to their station and gather up their toys, her heart felt full.
Tate stopped digging through his duffel bag to shoot her a quick look expressing perfectly what he thought of her statement. Total bullshit.
"Fine." She shrugged and stripped out of her dress. Summer had finally arrived and was in full swing. The heat from the sun kept her in her favorite cotton dresses. Turned out Tate loved them as well, quickly dictating she was to fill her wardrobe with them immediately.
"Are you going to play like you aren't looking forward to this? Or are you going to admit that you are?" He stilled, his hands still buried in his bag.
She knew what he wanted. The same thing he always wanted. The full truth, nothing but, so help her ass. "Of course, I'm looking forward to this." She rolled her eyes and walked up to the table, picking up his favorite flogger and running her fingers through the leather falls. "Other than that little punishment I got once the doctor gave me the all clear, you've been treating me like some glass ornament."
"Little punishment?" He cocked a brow. Okay, it had been the worst to date, but since then, he'd barely given her a hard lash of any belt or flogger.
"It wasn't little. I know that." She lowered her chin when she made her confession. "I nearly cost us everything."
He turned from the bag and pulled her in his arms. "No more talk like that, Syd. It's over, and we are back on the right track, right?"
"Yes, sir." She sighed and leaned into his chest. The warmth of his body and the softness of his shirt soothed her. As frustrated as she'd been with his easy treatment of her, knowing he was going to have her strung up on the cross for an evening of whatever he had planned still made her nervous.
"You're shaking."
"I’m just cold." She pulled out of his arms and showed him the little bumps running over her skin. "They have the AC cranked up, and I’m naked—in case you haven't noticed." She put a hand on her hip.
He laughed. "Oh, I fucking noticed. Now get your little ass over on the cross, I found my cuffs."
She stepped up onto the circular, wood platform and stood beneath the lighting. The wait was short. He joined her quickly and started to wrap the black leather cuffs around each wrist and ankle. One more trip to his bag and he had a few short chains. She wasn't exactly tall enough to reach the rings on the top of the cross, so he hooked the chains to her wrist and then the top rungs. By the time he was finished, her legs were spread wide, her arms were overhead, and her ass was perfectly on display.
"Your hair is too long, I think it's time for a cut."
"It's not too long. Let me down and I’ll put it up in a bun."
He laughed. "And lose my leash? Hell no." He wrapped the thick locks around his fist and pulled her head back until her neck was completely exposed. Leaning down, he kissed her mouth, then her chin, and moved further down until he was sucking on her neck, biting and then licking. When he released her, her mind spun and the butterflies fluttering around her stomach eased into a harmonious dance.
"Now, I won't gag you, but if you start getting mouthy you know I will." His breath was hot against her ear. Her hair was pulled back again.
"Are you braiding my hair?" She asked the question without trying to look.
"I am capable of such a feat, yes." He tied off the bottom and threw the long braid over her shoulder, keeping the entire back side of her body exposed. "Now, keep your mouth shut." He kissed her neck again, then bit her shoulder. She sank into the sensation of his teeth on her bare skin, sighing with the heightened sensation.
"Yes, sir," she whispered when he released her. The chill of the room washed across her back, but soon was replaced with his finger stalking down her back. First the pads of his fingertips, then the sharp tips of his nails as he dragged them from her shoulder to her ass, then up from her ass to her shoulders.
"You like that?" he asked, grabbing her ass in two hard grips .
"Yes, sir."
"You love it?"
"Fuck, yes." She nodded.
He chuckled. "Of course you do, my little pain slut."
"We haven't used the leather flogger in a while, but first I think five with the wooden paddle."
"What?" She pulled against the cuffs "Why?" Wood was kept solely for punishment.
"Because it's what I want," he said simply, as he returned to the platform with the small hairbrush-shaped paddle in hand.
"I hate wood," she pouted.
"Too bad, I think." He slid his arm between her body and the cross, holding her around her hips. "Push this delicious ass out for me. I want a good target."
She wanted to huff. It wasn't fair, but she did as she was told because after the wood came the flogger, and then came heaven.
He made no ceremony of it either, five hard strokes to each cheek in rapid succession. Her brain screamed from the sudden current of electricity, and she hopped from one foot to the other.
"You said five! That was ten!"
The paddle rubbed across her ass "You have two cheeks, Sydney. Five on each cheek. Now you'll get two more because you got all mouthy. Don't forget, I have the ball gag with me. I know how much you love to stand in the corner and have your drool cover your tits."
She hated that. Not in the it-was-hot sort of way, but in the hell-no-she-wasn't-doing-that sort of way. She clamped her mouth shut and took the next four strokes better, biting her lip to keep from snarling at him.
"Now, we can get to the flogger." He kissed her shoulder. "You did good, babe." He used the paddle to tap her ass.
When he returned, she rested her head on the beam of the cross, waiting for him to begin with the light little flickers over her ass and back. Instead, two fingers thrust up into her and she cried out from the sudden fullness.
"Fuck you're wet. Did you fuck yourself earlier like I told you to?"
He'd taken to making her come before they went out to play.
"Yes, sir." She had, just like he told her to, with his vibrator, on his bed, fully dressed from the top up.
"Good girl. Did you come?"
“No, sir,” Getting to the edge of heaven and pulling back was a cruel task to make her perform, but she had to admit it did make the spankings more enjoyable when he finally got around to playing with her.
His fingers were gone, but too soon the pleasant sensation was replaced by the bite of the falls crossing her shoulder blades. She hadn't been ready, but the second swing she stood firm.
He kept a steady rhythm, keeping to her back and her ass. Soon he ramped up his swings harder and harder until she grunted with each stroke. The tips of the falls bit into her, contrasting the thump of the leather with the bite of the ends. He became unpredictable. Thuddy, heavy, soft, sharp—every sensation started to blend into the other.
Nothing existed outside of their little platform. The giggles and screams of the other subs having their asses beat or fucked, melted away. The club wasn't surrounding them. Nothing was. It was just them.
"Goddamn, I've missed that." His chin rested on her shoulder.
She nodded, unable to use her mouth for much at the moment.
"Color?" He dug his nails into her ass again.
"Yellow," she whispered. She could go longer, but he wouldn't. Once she hit yellow, or he thought she should be at yellow, he backed off. Never giving her too much, but always giving just enough.
"Such a good girl." He pressed against her ass, his erection grinding against the hot soreness of her flesh.
"Fuck me, Tate. Please fuck me!" She looked over her shoulder.
"The privates are all being used."
"Here. Fuck me right here."
He stood seemingly stunned for a moment then asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" she nearly screamed.
He laughed and walked way. When he returned, his pants were gone and he was rolling a condom over his long, thick shaft. She nearly wept for joy at seeing his cock pointed at her.
"Sometimes I wonder who you think is in charge around here."
He grabbed her ass and thrust up into her pussy with one feverish stroke.
She yelped, but arched her back to give him more of her ass.
He gripped her waist and thrust into her.
"You! You're in charge," she said.
"Really? So, if I say you can't come?" His voice already ragged, his breathing already hard, he was as close as she was.
"I won’t come then." She wouldn’t. She'd hate it, but she'd follow his order.
"Fuck."
His cock thrust harder, farther into her body as she began to meet him thrust for thrust.
"I have to. Can I? Now, I have to now!" She yelled filling the dungeon with her passionate sounds, unaware of anyone around them.
"Yes, come now. Oh fuck!"
And together they cried out as their orgasms ripped through them.
When he pulled out, she went limp against the cross, resting her head on the beam and pressing her weight into the fixture. He kissed her head and told her to relax while he cleaned them up.
After taking her down from the cross, he wrapped her in a blanket and brought her to a couch nearby. "Stay right here." His order came with a soft kiss to her forehead.
Her ass hurt, her back hurt, but watching him jog back over to their station and gather up their toys, her heart felt full.