Black Light: Cured
Excerpt By Vivian Murdoch
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Reaching behind, I fumble with the bra clasp for just a moment before it springs free. I wrap my hand around the front of the bra, holding it in place as I pull down the straps.
Master Aiden’s eyes follow my every movement, his breaths becoming faster with each bit I take off. Emboldened by the lust swirling in his eyes, I remove my hand and let the lacy bra fall to the ground.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, reaching out, but stopping just before he strokes my hardened nipple. As if trying to maintain his false professionalism, he pulls back, resisting theurge to touch me. My body cries out, longing for some bit of contact. I feel so bereft, and the harsh set of his face does nothing to quell the lust burning deep inside.
Arousal gathers as my core clenches, desperately needing to be filled. Glancing down, I note his erection straining against his pants and smile. At least I’m not the only one having difficulty right now.
“Now your panties,” he growls, his fingers fisting the medical gown. Turning, I hook my thumbs under the waistband and bend over as I ease them down, giving him as how. I even shake my ass for good measure, gasping when his hand crashes down “Patients shouldn’t be tempting their doctors. That’s very naughty of you. But don’t worry, you can make it up to me.”
The unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone reaches my ears, and I can’t help the smile that crosses over my face. So much for professionalism. Stepping out of my panties, I grab them in my hand and turn to face Master Aiden, pointedly ignoring his cock.
“On your knees, I want to test your gag reflex.”
Without any additional prodding, I sink to my knees, ignoring the cold bite of tile underneath. All I care about right now is Master Aiden’s cock. Sighing, I run my fingers up and down the length, my internal walls fluttering at his lurid groan. I skim my lips across his head, moaning at the musky scent of him as it invades my senses.
I open my mouth and take in his tip, sucking gently as his fingers dig into my scalp. Groaning, I reach out and cup his balls, squeezing my thighs together as they tighten in my grasp. His girth fills my mouth, and my lips stretch to accommodate him as I slide down.
Once his head brushes the back of my throat, I gag, but he doesn’t relent. Curling his fingers into a fist, he holds me there. “You got this, baby girl,” he croons, dragging his length out of my mouth. “Let me fuck this mouth like a good girl. Can you do that for me? Can you take my cock down your throat? Try for me, baby.”
Taking a deep breath, I place my hands on his muscled thighs, feeling them bunch beneath the fabric of his pants. I want so desperately to please him, to pleasure him like he’s asking. Gripping his pants, I brace myself as he shoves his way in, going a bit deeper this time. My throat convulses around his tip, dragging a ragged moan from his lips.
“God, Lila,” he groans. “You feel so fucking good. God... I just want to fuck your mouth forever and never stop.” He pauses as he pumps in and out for a few moments, but he doesn’t have to say anything.
I feel it in the jerk of his cock inside my mouth, in the way his body tenses every time he invades me. He’s enjoying every bit of this, and his enjoyment sends tendrils of delicious pleasure curling through my body. It takes every bit of will power not to reach down between my thighs and stroke my needy clit.
He hasn’t given me permission, and I don’t dare cut into his gratification to see to my needs. Right now, they can wait. Instead, I reach up and caress his balls again, shivering at the hiss that escapes his mouth. Pulling back out, he lets me take in another deep breath before shoving back in, going so deep the crisp hairs at his base tickle my nose.
Frantic, I claw at his legs, desperate for air. “Shhh. You’re okay,” he groans, grinding against my face. “You don’t need to breathe right now. Just kneel there and take it for me. I’m going to come so hard down your throat. I’m almost there, princess. Just take it for a little bit longer.”
Once more, he pulls back out and returns to short, shallow thrusts, until he pushes deep with one final surge, grabbing my head and holding me firmly against him as his cock jerks inside my mouth. Cum pours down my ravaged throat, making my eyes bulge as the inability to breathe comes to the forefront.
His loud groans fill my ears, bouncing off the tile to surround me. My fingers dig into his pants as I grip his thighs, swallowing as best I can around his girth. No matter how hard I try to pull away, his hand is right there, keeping my nose buried at his base. For the first time, I feel so small, so owned. I’m helpless to resist him, and I don’t want to.
“Good fucking girl,” he sighs, his hands fluttering about my hair in soothing motions.
Pride blossoms in my chest as he praises me, and I have no doubt I’ll do almost anything he asks of me, just to hear those two magical words again. Pulling back, he brushes his thumb across the edges of my mouth, brushing away any errant cum that lingers as I gasp, sucking in air. Crouching in front of me, he smiles down at my blissed-out face as he extends his hand and snaps his fingers.
Soon, as if by magic, a bottle of water appears in his hand, and I make a move to take it so I can get the taste of his cum out of my mouth. Instead of handing it to me, he shakes his head.
“Open.” The moment my mouth parts, he sets the rim of the bottle on my bottom lip and tips slowly until I can get a swallow or two. “I always take care of my good girl. Let me do that, understood?”
Master Aiden’s eyes follow my every movement, his breaths becoming faster with each bit I take off. Emboldened by the lust swirling in his eyes, I remove my hand and let the lacy bra fall to the ground.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, reaching out, but stopping just before he strokes my hardened nipple. As if trying to maintain his false professionalism, he pulls back, resisting theurge to touch me. My body cries out, longing for some bit of contact. I feel so bereft, and the harsh set of his face does nothing to quell the lust burning deep inside.
Arousal gathers as my core clenches, desperately needing to be filled. Glancing down, I note his erection straining against his pants and smile. At least I’m not the only one having difficulty right now.
“Now your panties,” he growls, his fingers fisting the medical gown. Turning, I hook my thumbs under the waistband and bend over as I ease them down, giving him as how. I even shake my ass for good measure, gasping when his hand crashes down “Patients shouldn’t be tempting their doctors. That’s very naughty of you. But don’t worry, you can make it up to me.”
The unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone reaches my ears, and I can’t help the smile that crosses over my face. So much for professionalism. Stepping out of my panties, I grab them in my hand and turn to face Master Aiden, pointedly ignoring his cock.
“On your knees, I want to test your gag reflex.”
Without any additional prodding, I sink to my knees, ignoring the cold bite of tile underneath. All I care about right now is Master Aiden’s cock. Sighing, I run my fingers up and down the length, my internal walls fluttering at his lurid groan. I skim my lips across his head, moaning at the musky scent of him as it invades my senses.
I open my mouth and take in his tip, sucking gently as his fingers dig into my scalp. Groaning, I reach out and cup his balls, squeezing my thighs together as they tighten in my grasp. His girth fills my mouth, and my lips stretch to accommodate him as I slide down.
Once his head brushes the back of my throat, I gag, but he doesn’t relent. Curling his fingers into a fist, he holds me there. “You got this, baby girl,” he croons, dragging his length out of my mouth. “Let me fuck this mouth like a good girl. Can you do that for me? Can you take my cock down your throat? Try for me, baby.”
Taking a deep breath, I place my hands on his muscled thighs, feeling them bunch beneath the fabric of his pants. I want so desperately to please him, to pleasure him like he’s asking. Gripping his pants, I brace myself as he shoves his way in, going a bit deeper this time. My throat convulses around his tip, dragging a ragged moan from his lips.
“God, Lila,” he groans. “You feel so fucking good. God... I just want to fuck your mouth forever and never stop.” He pauses as he pumps in and out for a few moments, but he doesn’t have to say anything.
I feel it in the jerk of his cock inside my mouth, in the way his body tenses every time he invades me. He’s enjoying every bit of this, and his enjoyment sends tendrils of delicious pleasure curling through my body. It takes every bit of will power not to reach down between my thighs and stroke my needy clit.
He hasn’t given me permission, and I don’t dare cut into his gratification to see to my needs. Right now, they can wait. Instead, I reach up and caress his balls again, shivering at the hiss that escapes his mouth. Pulling back out, he lets me take in another deep breath before shoving back in, going so deep the crisp hairs at his base tickle my nose.
Frantic, I claw at his legs, desperate for air. “Shhh. You’re okay,” he groans, grinding against my face. “You don’t need to breathe right now. Just kneel there and take it for me. I’m going to come so hard down your throat. I’m almost there, princess. Just take it for a little bit longer.”
Once more, he pulls back out and returns to short, shallow thrusts, until he pushes deep with one final surge, grabbing my head and holding me firmly against him as his cock jerks inside my mouth. Cum pours down my ravaged throat, making my eyes bulge as the inability to breathe comes to the forefront.
His loud groans fill my ears, bouncing off the tile to surround me. My fingers dig into his pants as I grip his thighs, swallowing as best I can around his girth. No matter how hard I try to pull away, his hand is right there, keeping my nose buried at his base. For the first time, I feel so small, so owned. I’m helpless to resist him, and I don’t want to.
“Good fucking girl,” he sighs, his hands fluttering about my hair in soothing motions.
Pride blossoms in my chest as he praises me, and I have no doubt I’ll do almost anything he asks of me, just to hear those two magical words again. Pulling back, he brushes his thumb across the edges of my mouth, brushing away any errant cum that lingers as I gasp, sucking in air. Crouching in front of me, he smiles down at my blissed-out face as he extends his hand and snaps his fingers.
Soon, as if by magic, a bottle of water appears in his hand, and I make a move to take it so I can get the taste of his cum out of my mouth. Instead of handing it to me, he shakes his head.
“Open.” The moment my mouth parts, he sets the rim of the bottle on my bottom lip and tips slowly until I can get a swallow or two. “I always take care of my good girl. Let me do that, understood?”